Humble-i-zation

It was the 11th hour on Saturday night (literally) when I realized I would repeat another 15 hour work day in about T minus 2 mins...or so it seemed.  I traded shifts with a beloved co-worker (I seriously love her to death) and I came to the conclusion that 15 hours of teenage girls on a Sunday would be the absolute death of me....or my sanity.  Sunday is supposed to be about relaxation, spiritual worship, family, good food...all of which I would not be a part of....don't get too disappointed folks, much to my surprise, I had one of the most spiritual Sundays in my young single adult life.  5 words..."Music and the Spoken Word."  I always made fun of my dad for watching it EVERY Sunday *ugh not that again*.....*geez dad I didn't know it was a General Conf marathon*...you know, cheeky stuff like that.  I stand corrected.  As I entered the warm room we call the Tabernacle, I immediately thought of 2 things...sleep....and how I was NOT going to fall asleep.  Have you ever sat in the Tabernacle?  Whoever designed those seats KNEW how we work....there's no falling asleep while sitting in those pews.  Just then, my heart stopped.  I caught a glimpse of Dallin H. Oaks.  I was fixated.  I made it my personal mission to notify all those around me.  I attempted to do it in the most quietly dignified way I knew how but I'm not a very quietly dignified individual.  It was time to begin.  They started to introduce special groups and individuals in the audience.  Dallin H. Oaks was one of the first.  They introduced a group of Veterans who enlisted at and early age {they happened to be sitting in the row right in front of me} I was touched....as the stood up some of them had their badges..some had canes...some were wearing fatigues.  It was a warming feeling.  We {West Ridge Academy} were next to be introduced {a nice surprise....I always love being introduced....side note...I think..no..I'm positive...I'm the only one that waved to the audience} it was after our introduction that the MC stated "the girls of West Ridge might be a little excited about our next guest to be introduced as he is sitting near by....David Archuletta."  Hold up HOLD UP!  Dallin H. Oaks AND David Archuletta?  {Pres. Oaks was sitting 5 rows in front of me...David only 3...we were close}......I mean, I didn't even vote for the kid but in that very moment I became 15 again...and was an instant super fan!  And just when I thought it couldn't get any better...enter....President Thomas S. Monson.  My heart dropped.  I felt like the most fortunate girl in the whole world.  As if my heart wasn't overflowing with spiritual-ness....Motab was so inspiring.  I have to relate to you folks...when it comes to spiritual stuff I'm kind of a brat {not always}.  There was an orchestra that was accompanying the choir.  Is it just me or does music have the most moving abilities.  My heart was in my throat the entire time.  It was only during their rendition of "The Sound of Music" that my water works kicked in {trust me...I had NO control over it....who wants to cry in front of a posse of teenage girls...certainly not me} The words, the orchestra, the beauty of everything combined and in that moment I was overcome with the spirit....that's the only way I know how to put it.  I haven't felt that way in a very.....very long time.  Some of you might be thinking how laaaame this post is, but I have to tell you.....I've never been so grateful to work on Sunday.  You know, in all HIS omnipotence, and majesty it's little things such as these that persuade me to believe that he knows us...and he knows what we need and when we need it...and that even though we may think we have slipped through the cracks and our existence is unknown....he gives us little moments of humility that let us know he's still there, and that he still knows us.  And that's all I have to say about that...if that makes me lame so be it....I'm a lame-oh.....a lame-oh who is oh-so-grateful for THIS specific act of humble-i-zation.