Im a Donkey in a Well

3-24-13

Today was fantastic, I headed to church and heard a really good story in sacrament meeting.

Once there was a farmer who had many animals on his farm, one of which was a very old donkey.  Now the donkey had more than passed his prime and in his old age was often sick and achy, unable to any longer carry heavy loads of grain on his back.  Stumbling along one day, the clumsy, old donkey fell into a well which, lucky for him, was without water.  The farmer had been thinking for some time that he really needed to fill up that dry well with dirt, so despite the donkey’s desperate cries for help and knowing there was no way he could possibly retrieve the donkey from the well, the farmer knew there was only one solution.

He picked up his shovel and started throwing dirt in the well as the poor, old donkey cried for help.  With the level of dirt rising, the donkey realized he was being buried alive - death was near.  Suddenly out of pure desperation, the donkey suddenly stood up, shook the dirt from his body and took one step up on the pile of dirt.  The farmer watched with amazement as the donkey continued to shake off each shovelful of dirt, as he continued to climb upward.

As the well filled with dirt, the donkey climbed higher and higher until he finally walked right out of the well.

I took advantage of my alone time because Sam was out on a home visit with one of her students and I wrote in my journal.

Sam and Crista came back right before dinner so we spent dinner learning about their home visits and then went back up and talked on the bed all night long.

It has been a pretty relaxing but satisfying sunday. I am so excited for this week and I am ready to make it a great one! Fingers crossed tomorrow wont be as freezing cold as last week at “Npie Kid Dear”

nighty night!