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Uplifting

We traveled to Salt Lake this week to participate in Brendon's orientation for his new job as a full time seminary teacher and as I look back over the past two days I feel like the best way to describe it is uplifting.

No other job compares to this one. No other company will tell you you will change lives and you will prepare a generation for achieving eternal happiness. No other company will tell you exactly how to be worthy of that charge.

There is a lot of pressure with this new position. We, as a couple, are encouraged to be ambassadors of the Lord. We are encouraged to be examples of an exemplary marriage and a Christ-centered home. We are encouraged to be lifelong learners and to respectfully accept criticism. We are asked to love the unlovable.

For the next two years Brendon will teach full time while also completing some projects, meeting regularly with a mentor, and continually being observed. At the end of the two years he'll be encouraged to get a Masters degree and some day work for a Doctorate. We'll have the opportunity in the future to ask to be moved--anywhere in the world--to teach and grow the seminary program.

I'm not sure exactly what I'm taking away from the past two days. I feel uplifted. I feel excited. I feel honored to be a part of this. I'm not going to be in the classroom with Brendon but they made it very clear that the relationships you have at home will effect your ability to teach with the spirit. And so I feel this responsibility to ensure Brendon's relationships at home are the best they can be. I can't wait to see how this job will change the way he interacts with our kids--all of them.

I cried several times. Because I do that. But it just keeps hitting me how wonderful and important and special this career is. How important it is for me to encourage and be as involved as I can. And how there are angels counting on me, to help Brendon, to help his students. Ultimately it will all help our eternal family.

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