It's been a difficult couple of weeks for me. I injured my shoulder to the extent that I have been in a lot of physical pain, and after a few doctor's appointments and an MRI, I have a date set for surgery. I've been bummed about that, the winter months always get me down anyway, and December is just crazy time.
I have been holding onto the fact that as soon as I was finished up teaching for the semester, I would be flying out to Utah to meet up with all of my brothers and my parents. My mom has been singing in an amazing organization (The Millennial Choirs and Orchestras) and more than anything, she wanted all of her children to be in the audience at her Christmas concert last night. I live in Michigan, Dave lives in Seattle, Jon lives in Utah but spends the majority of his time traveling all over for work, and Nate lives in Arizona. Somehow we all managed to clear our schedules and get flights out to Utah in order to be in that audience and spend some time together as an original family.
My flight was scheduled to leave on Sunday at 1:30 pm. When I got up on Sunday morning a dense fog covered the ground and I saw that there was a weather warning on my phone. So, naturally, I started to pray. I live in a very remote area--trust me when I say that--and sometimes flying in and out is difficult. My last several flights out have been pretty crazy, and this one was shaping up to be no different.
|I took this on the way home from the hospital on the day of my MRI. It had been very foggy earlier that day, too, and it froze on the trees later in the afternoon. I admit, frozen fog is gorgeous.|
I went to church, where we had members of the Stake Young Men's presidency speak in sacrament meeting. I am in such a remote part of Michigan, that our stake headquarters is in Green Bay, Wisconsin. That is a four-hour drive for us. Not only do we have to drive that far just to go to stake conference and other stake events, the brethren who were speaking to us in church had also made that long trek that day.
I taught my Sunday School class, and then headed to the airport. It was still incredibly foggy out, and I couldn't believe that the incoming flight was actually in the air. The Maestro dropped me off and headed back to the church to do tithing settlements, and I sat in the airport waiting for the plane. I stared at the window, looking at the huge bank of fog that was sitting on the airfield and wondered how on earth it was going to land. And then it didn't. It had to turn back to Chicago, which automatically canceled my flight out.