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The Visiting Teachers Are Coming!

My visiting teachers are coming this morning.  I love the visiting teaching program.  Basically, it provides every woman in the church the opportunity to have two other women come into her home each month to chat, offer assistance, and share a short gospel message.  Here's a short video about visiting teaching:  Visiting Teaching.

Today, my thankful shoutout goes to all the wonderful women I have gotten to know due to visiting teaching, both those who have visit taught me, those I have visit taught, and the visiting teaching companions I have had.  A few specific examples:

Techincally, these women weren't my visiting teachers, but my mom's, but this story is pretty well set in my memory.  I remember being in the living room when these women were at my home.  The next thing I know, they were running out the front door.  Apparently they were expecting a cute, furry head to poke out of the box inside the completely-enclosed cage that was on top of the piano.  When they caught a glimpse of my dad's boa constrictor, they were out of there. I remember my mom following them, explaining that there was no possibility of harm.  To their credit, I'm almost positive they came back and continued to visit with my mom.  Visiting teachers are brave.

Thanks to Lisa, who asked me to accompany her to the temple when she attended for the first time.  What a privilege that was!

Thanks to Jenny, who was my visiting teacher when my family was small. She was one of the first homeschool moms I knew.  Her raspberry cheesecake brownie bars are my absolute favorite.  Annie Bananie, which Jenny gave me when I moved away, still makes me smile and cry.

Thanks to Cora, who defies her age with her spunk.  I want to be like her when I grow up.



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