God Knew!

I have a friend named Becky.  Actually I have more than one friend named Becky!  But the Becky I'm so grateful for today was also a novice breast cancer patient when I was diagnosed in 2010ish.  We both happened to join a support group for young survivors, and we both happened to show up at a support group dinner at Sizzler early on.  I saw her walking into the restaurant with a head smooth as a baby's bottom - mine was the same at the time.  We both wore baseball caps.  We connected that day with a connection that can't be broken.  When she told me her story, it sounded way scarier than mine.  She had two little boys-and a husband-who still needed their mama.  We've been friends ever since that day. 

You all know temples have been closed for a long time.  Weeks ago, my friend Teri and I made appointments for todays session at 2:00. I've been sick with worry about my progression, but today I had the thought, "I just need to talk to Becky" because her cancer had done what mine is doing now.  We walked in and got settled, I looked and realized that Becky was sitting on the row in front of us.  I was astonished, without words!  I shed a few tears realizing the miracle of it.  After the session, I found her and we threw arms around each other.  She said, "Of course you're here!" and I said "Of course you're here!"

God knew months ago that I needed to be in that session at 2:00 today.  God knew that by the time we attended that session, I would know about my progression and need specific things and people to help me through today.  God knows what's been happening and has been orchestrating blessings and tender mercies all along!

Becky told me the story about how she ended up in the session at 2:00.  She wasn't supposed to be in that session. She was there with her RS doing sealings.  But one thing led to another, and she was sitting on the front row in the 2:00 session with me. I'm so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who is so aware of this imperfect, stubborn woman (me), and loves me enough to help me anyway.

I really hate how my stuff affects everyone else in my family, but especially McKinley.  For a long time, she has wanted to be good at "something".  She didn't get the music training our other kids did.  I know.  Hard to believe that WE have a kid that doesn't read music!  She wasn't ever interested in learning piano.  Her interests are soccer and volleyball.  Mat has hit the ball with her some.  We enrolled her in volleyball classes that North Salt Lake Rec did this summer. This week is Volleyball Camp at South Davis JH. She was really looking forward to it, but after she (and 50 other girls, mostly 8th and 9th graders) got there, she got intimidated really quick.

She is our most "openly anxious" kid.  She's not afraid to dream big and have high expectations for herself, but sometimes the execution is a challenge.  We aren't even a week from the worst scans of my life, and she's trying to compete with girls that are half again as tall as she is.  She's very discouraged tonight because she wanted to do well, she wanted to make her Dad proud because he's been helping her with hits and serves.  Tonight (one day later) she decided she's going to try out anyway, knowing that it will give her good experience and that she has two more years after this, to keep trying and practicing.