Yesterday was an interesting day in my house. We have a turtle tank and it flooded, seeping through the walls and ceiling in the basement, ruining carpet upstairs. It was quite interesting.
Heather described the room as a pond. My mom left work to help Heather clean up the yucky turtle water. Once it was all gone from John's room and they showered, I discovered a bubble in my ceiling. Yeah... not the greatest thing. And then it went downhill from there. The water had seeped down through the walls in the basement, the carpet was wet in three rooms, just not our idea of a "good time." (Any Bill Cosby fans out there?)
Anyhow, my mom and Heather stayed super, cleaning and pondering what to do. My dad called a guy and he came with fans to start drying the walls, floors, and ceiling. It was decided that everyone, but my dad, would have to go somewhere else to sleep because of the noisy fans. I called my friend Jill and stayed the night at her house.
As I was thinking about the whole fiasco during seminary, I came up with a good analogy. The turtle tank flooding is the world, pouring nasty water on to us. We are the walls; we soak up the world and it causes problems. Heavenly Father is the fan (well, there are six fans) that came help us heal.
When the world pours its water onto you and the winds push against you, remember that "these things shall give thee experience." (D&C122:7)
Heather described the room as a pond. My mom left work to help Heather clean up the yucky turtle water. Once it was all gone from John's room and they showered, I discovered a bubble in my ceiling. Yeah... not the greatest thing. And then it went downhill from there. The water had seeped down through the walls in the basement, the carpet was wet in three rooms, just not our idea of a "good time." (Any Bill Cosby fans out there?)
Anyhow, my mom and Heather stayed super, cleaning and pondering what to do. My dad called a guy and he came with fans to start drying the walls, floors, and ceiling. It was decided that everyone, but my dad, would have to go somewhere else to sleep because of the noisy fans. I called my friend Jill and stayed the night at her house.
As I was thinking about the whole fiasco during seminary, I came up with a good analogy. The turtle tank flooding is the world, pouring nasty water on to us. We are the walls; we soak up the world and it causes problems. Heavenly Father is the fan (well, there are six fans) that came help us heal.
When the world pours its water onto you and the winds push against you, remember that "these things shall give thee experience." (D&C122:7)
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Where did you get that fantastic quote?
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