Last night, Mark and I attended the Christmas party of my home ward in Emigration Canyon. I will always feel welcome at that ward and return just about as often as I can.
As we had just finished our hors d'oeuvres (French is so beautiful) and were moving to another room for the musical entertainment, the power in the building went out. Everyone got out their cell phones and illuminated the paths as we gathered in the chapel.
My family had not yet arrived, so Mark and I sat in the Walsh's usual bench, hoping they'd find us there (reminds me of counsel given to me about what to do in the event you get separated from your group- go to home base and wait for them to find you). It worked! They found us. Joy of joys.
Once we were all settled, we all sang Christmas hymns and it was truly special. I'm grateful to those who can play any hymn at any moment, and for the unexpected blessing that loss of power provided. By cell phone light, we remembered our Savior's birth and the reason that we're celebrating this time of year.
We even got to sing one of my favorite Christmas songs, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day." It speaks so much peace and hope and joy to my soul and I love it. Were tears free-flowing down my face? Of course they were. It was such a special moment to me.
Luckily the soup was already warm, so we moved into the cultural hall (what a weird name) and ate by the light of several lanterns. I loved it so much! I was rather disappointed when the lights came back on at the end of dinner.
Why is it that dim lights calm me and help me to feel the Spirit?
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