Saturday, December 31, 2011

A king kong sized tender mercy miracle...

 The bulletin board you see above is no ordinary bulletin board. It's G's "Who I am and who I want to be" board.  You see, there is a reason goals and Garrett both start with G.  If I had to give G another middle name it would be goals. Or responsibility grand master. Or Efficiency.  You get the idea.  I really think he should market this idea though because instead of making goals once a year and then forgetting them, he makes new goals every season and re does his board.  How in the haystacks are you going to keep goals if you can't even see them? So this board (mine is right next to it and not available for public viewing) is in the hallway by our bedroom where we pass it a gajillion times.  Many of his goals have changed when the seasons change but his goal to get a 610 on his step three boards has been there for almost a full year.  Now G isn't like 99.4% of goal making Americans who write it down and never do it.  He made a specific plan to study at least an extra hour or so every night and bought these review DVD's and books.  Well, that is a fine plan if you live alone and/or have a low maintenance dog.  However.  That plan was unable to be executed due to two things.  One is me being nuts about him and wanting him to come home and play after his 14+ hours away each day.  The other obstacle is best demonstrated in photos:

 (Clarification: the drool on G's chin is not his own)

 Juggling a time consuming church calling, a baby that wants to drool all over his face and play and a wife that can't leave him alone plus the intern year of residency has been demanding and as the boards day approached he wondered if it was wise to attempt taking it when he hadn't been able to study as he would have liked.  The scores came back and we learned for the millionth time that not only does Heavenly Father really does hear and answer prayers, (duh we already knew that), but that he often answers the specific desires of our hearts sometimes just to let us know that He knows where we are what we want most.  It's like the time in 8th grade I found my glow in the dark blue retainer in the CanyonView auditorium.  In all His infinite power and glory and cosmic creating, it was comforting to know that Heavenly Father knew where my junior high was located and all about my glow in the dark blue retainer.  This test was far more significant than a retainer as it was a direct witness of His awareness of G, of our family,and his righteous desires and efforts to balance His life.  It would have been great to pass boards period. It would have been amazing to get a high score, but even more powerful and humbling to get the exact score he desired.  Not 611, not 609, but exactly 610.
 Coincidence? I think not. Tender mercy to the maximus? You better believe it.
 Liv and I are proud of his score.  We're proud of all the information in his brain but we're even more proud of what the computer scores don't show.  There's no number for how many times he takes out the trash and cleans, lays on the floor reading "Fuzzy Bee" and feeding sweet potato puffs to Liv, plays rack-o, fruit ninja, has Kim Jong commemoration (and other such immature ridiculous events that he submits to) and is with me when he should be sleeping or studying.  I'm so proud he passed, I'm more proud of who he is in the details of his life. It's so nice to know that on Heavenly Father's galactic to do list last Friday somewhere between creating new worlds, helping the Iowa voters feel pro Mitt, and watching over world hunger and Koreas mourning, that knowing what G put on his bulletin board was at the top of his list.
I love this man.

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