We went to the storytelling festival at Thanksgiving Point this weekend and had a blast! Even McKinley's head popped up off the wet grass and I heard her start to giggle about halfway through the night (be more open to being with us). By the last story, we were in stitches! I love the time I get with family when it's not too complicated to get us all together. I need to get Maddies wedding info on here soon. I will!
Last night as we drove to the Festival in Lehi on i-15 through Salt Lake, we drove through an absolute downpour with slow traffic, wipers working triple time, and we wondered how they would manage an outdoor event with several hundreds or thousands of spectators . The equipment would have to be dismantled and protected from the rain. We were coming down the hill into the waterfall amphitheater when we heard over the loud speakers, a message from a lady that works full time for the festival. She said that every possible news network, weather app and station was consulted, and there would be a deluge of rain right over the amphitheater between 6:00 and 7:00. Then she said in the most diplomatic and professional way, something like, "There are a lot of people here tonight, from every imaginable religion. I'm going to ask for one minute of silence, and ask you to pray to your God and ask him to hold this storm off until ... the show is over ..." In a show of solidarity, a silence came over those hundreds or thousands who began to pray silently. After that, I felt one raindrop. I kept my eyes on the sky and watched those rain clouds slowly move northeast over the next hour, around our location. God, in every religion, is a good, loving God!
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