A REALLY COOL DAY

So I guess that this blogger thing does make for a pretty cool journal. Although I do not generally let who ever feels like it read my journal and I don't even write in a journal, mostly because I can barely even read my chicken scratch. There is a day I have been meaning to write about for a while and really need to so I do not forget all the details. It was two days before thanksgiving. My dad was re-baptized. IT was one of the best days of my life. Dave and the kids and I were driving north through rush hour traffic to get to the church where my dad was going to be baptized and we were running late and I was so anxious. (Being 7 months pregnant did not help out anything.) We got to north Salt Lake finally and realized we had taken the wrong exit. We had gone too far. So being the awesome navigators we thought we were, we were just going to back track a little. Well after about a half hour we realized we were lost. Easy, we will just use our cell phone and call up my uncle ( He is a bishop and it was his church where the baptism would be) That would work well ...if we had a cell phone. We kept looking and could not find it. I was just about crying and trying to accept the fact that I was probably going to miss the baptism. We finally found the church, but there were not any cars there except for a white service looking van. I ran in and there was a guy there that said he was a plumber and he was working on the baptisamal font. ( I think I spelled that wrong.) The font had broken. They take hours to fill and you can not just hop over to another church with a font as they take hours to fill up. He said everyone was at some swimming pool up by my uncle's house and they were going to do it there. So now we had to try to find my uncles house with no directions and no phone. It was now snowing pretty hard and the kids were starting to get whiney. I was just praying that we would find it. It is not like we could just re-schedule the thing, my dad lives in Seattle and my sis and her fam had flow out from Iowa. We finally found the house and I ran in and my dad met me at the door and gave me a big hug and told me they would not hav done it with out me and that my uncle had found a neighbor with a pool that had agreed to let us do it there. My Aunt and uncle gathered everyone around and told us when they realized the font was not going to work, they prayed about where they should go and they thought to ask a cute old couple in their ward if they could use their pool. With only a few hours notice they agreed. So everyone cara-vanned ( think I spelled that wrong too.) down to their house. When we walked in to the house, one of the first things we saw was a great big picture of the prophet John Taylor with Joseph Smith in carthage Jail. My dad is the great great grandson of John Taylor. So here is the entire Taylor clan standing together looking at the picture. I have never felt the the spirit so strong. We were supposed to be there. We gathered into the family room which was set up with chairs and My uncle began a program. My cute 8 year old nephew Hayden gave a wonderful talk about his Grandpa Drew. We sang a few church songs. Then my dad and grandpa entered the room all dressed in white. Everyone started to cry. We sang another song and then went into the pool room. My dad and grandpa went into the water. WE all had a front row view. Although there were many young kids there, the room was silent. My dad was then baptized by his dad. My dad was x-communicated from the church when I was about ten years old. Over the past few years I was beginning to think that he would not ever be re-baptized and if there were ever a person who had gone to the point of no return, it was him. After a few more tears and hugs we all went back to my uncles house for the best testimony meeting I had ever been to. My other uncle confirmed my dad with the holy ghost. My dad stood up and bore his testimony. He said things I had never known about. He talked about his patriarichal blessing a lot. The other surprise was that my dad's bishop and his wife had flown in from Washington and surprised my dad. He stood up and talked about my dad and that he always knew my dad would come back. My grandpa then stood and told us there were a lot of people there with us that we could not see, who had been helping my dad through the years. The spirit was so strong and I have never used this phrase before but, really you could have "cut it with a knife."
Dave and I drove home that night in awe at how everything had worked out so perfectly, maybe even better than the original plan. No matter what point we are at in our lives or how far off we stray, Heavenly Father always has a return plan for his children. On christmas Eve my dad married his long time girlfreind. They are doing great and just spoke in church on the resurection.