I've been all-consumed by Young Womens of late. New Beginnings is right around the corner, and I've been furiously writing a script, planning the decorations, food, special musical number. Our theme is The Golden Value Awards, a nod to our new value and its color. We are going to recognize different women from the scriptures for the YW Values they best exemplify, only when the golden envelope is ripped open and the winner for each category is announced, clearly our winner won't be available to accept the award personally, at which point a young woman will accept it in her honor and give a brief acceptance speech. Check out the music I found to play. It will be brilliant or sacrilegious. Which reminds me.
It's currently high school semester break, and I am descending upon my laurels in their weakest moments (the morning) to work on personal progress. On Thursday I was reviewing an Integrity value experience with one of my girls that involved a lot of scripture reading - part of which was the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego. You know: they wouldn't bow down and worship King Nebuchadnezzar's golden statue, they were thrown in a fiery furnace, but it all turns out well in the end. Uh-huh. And I started to feel a little uncomfortable about my new house guest awaiting his turn to shine at the Golden Value Awards.
He's just on loan; he will be swiftly returned to his rightful owner as soon as I'm done with him. And I want to be clear that we haven't had family prayer in the front room at all since Oscar moved in.
(But while I've got my 7' tall golden image tomorrow's FHE lesson is taken care of.)