Sunday, June 8, 2008

A beautiful morning driving up to Salt Lake City to hear our nephew Eric speak in church. He recently came home from a mission in Indiana. We had lunch afterwards in his parents' backyard in the Avenues. Perfect weather, tasty food and pleasant company. Later in the afternoon Jack had a crisis of conscience. He'd made some mistakes and needed to set some things straight. We spent several hours working on it and I could sense his spirit getting lighter and lighter as he made amends. I was proud of him for coming to me, looking me straight in the eye, and getting it all off his chest. He reported later that the horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach was pretty much gone. I hope the lesson he learned sticks.