Anticipating a Happy New Year!

And wishing you a prosperous, spiritually rewarding year to remember.

"Our Heritage Binds Us Together" DUP coloring poster from Grandma

The best gift-giving never ends! 

Merry Christmas!

Wishing our wonderful friends, family and everyone a joyous Christmas!
Thank you!  We love you!!

It's Next Week, Not This Week

In my third-hour church meeting today, an announcement was explained by our young leader conducting the opening: “There has been some confusion about what we just said, that ‘next week is Family Week.’ 
To clarify, it is this coming week, not this week.”

So now it should be perfectly clear that the week of Christmas (Dec. 25th) is for family activities, free of mid-week church meetings and activities.  It's next week on my phone calendar, as Sunday is the first day of this week.  Clear as a Christmas bell!

Wishing you well!  "So be good for goodness sake!"  Counting days ...

Christmas Nativity Celebration (international display)
our family visited at the Kaysville Tabernacle 29 Nov 2013

Children's artwork in Kay's Primary room: "Christmas Symbols"

Frontier Christmas Day 2009

On Hold for a Season

What happens when we are put on hold or held up in line?  A weekly review of our New Year’s resolutions we made last January?  A trip down memory lane as we listen to Christmas music in snarled traffic?  A practice session on an imaginary piano, or a shopping spree on the web?  Waiting patiently on hold yesterday morning, I carried my mobile office phone outside for fresh air and a picture of the rising sun as it emerged from the clouds.  My old iPhone amazes me with multi-tasking.  The other day I kept working on a desktop computer throughout a 40-minute hold to save $30 on two 72-hour emergency-prep kits from MPS as advertised by Glenn on radio.  (Whew!!)

What do we put on hold for a season of giving?  After enduring three songs repeated for 40 minutes, I put my PC work on hold for tempting offers as she tried to upsell me beyond my $20 limit.  It was well worth it – I will have two gifts to place under the tree next week … without putting my budget on hold 

(“I prefer not to.”)  One thing for sure, we can’t put on hold the count-down of days till Christmas.  

Let us put off personal grudges and impatience for this season, while giving the time-on-hold to those whom we love – a gift to our Savior Jesus Christ, whose birth we celebrate.  For “He Is the Gift"  …  – Christmas.mormon.org

This Is The Place, 29 Dec 2012

Christmas cheer, everyone!

On Route 66 at My Age

My wife was determined to drive on it yesterday.  Stopping at a Flagstaff McD, 
I asked a bearded elder where Route 66 was.  Looking surprised that any old man would be so clueless, he pointed at the main street and replied, "You're on it right there!"  Sure enough, we soon found signs that confirmed it.  Kay’s phone is so smart, it found a historical-narrative audio about a Route-66 Flagstaff resident whose business barely survived after the freeway bypassed the district. He became a leader with a lifelong passion for promoting Route 66 as a tourist attraction.  So special – I wish my phone could find it; (can’t see in 164,000 results that her PC got today.)  However, I did learn a bit about the famous road 
I associate with my youth: it is actually older than I am!

"Route 66 is synonymous with the classic American road trip, and that carefree spirit is still alive in Flagstaff today.  When Route 66 became a highway in 1921, Flagstaff was established as a popular stop on the iconic highway.  ...  Now Route 66 has become firmly established in the annals of Americana.  The lore of the road paints romantic pictures of a simpler time.  ..."

– www.flagstaffarizona.org/route66

With a satellite signal beaming down on Route 66, two romantic U alumni enjoyed listening to BYU Radio SiriusXM – Christmas choir music and talks on gratitude.  We are grateful for family, for the privilege of visiting them last month in warm weather, and for a safe return to our simple frontier home.

Thanks to our Arizona family for a great "diner" party, and to Kay for fun cake!

66 Motel sign: "Get Your Kicks on Route 66"

Special Friday

On this special Friday (what's it called?) after Thanksgiving, we could have gone shopping to take advantage of specials, but the grandchildren preferred to picnic and play at the new splash-pad park.  So we went with the majority.  It looked like a couple hundred others did the same; (they probably shopped last night while the kids were asleep.)  Grandma Kay and I somehow got our second wind after a rough “sleepover”.  She put up an energetic front, while I showed my age and lack of sleep.  The three children loved it!  Special fast food consisted of peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, granola bars and apple juice.  The girls threw oatmeal to the ducks and geese.

The day after Thanksgiving, we are still grateful.  We count our special blessings – not the things we didn't buy on a Friday so special that it comes only once a year.

It Goes Without Saying

Some things don’t need to be repeated.  And some never need to be said at all. Quite a few are read between the lines, or shown with a look in the eyes.

I throw out a few off the top of my head and our recycling bin:

"He needs to get a job."

"That dog always barks when the owner is gone.  Drives me crazy!"

"Better clean the bathroom before they come."

("And after they leave," I add.)

"There must be a way to stop the junk mail."  (And deprive USPS of essential revenue.)

Gold’s Gym junk mail: “Know your own strength”  (not that of the buff people around you, defined by Google: “…with fine muscle tone.”)

Marie Callender’s tempting mail: “Order plenty of desserts for all of your holiday gatherings …”  (I’m all for that!)

“Holiday Lighting” flier left at front door last week: “The Holidays are here … Don’t wait."  (Sorry – negative doesn't work for me here.)

DirecTV ad: “For a limited time … lowest prices ever!  Bundle and Save!”  (Yada yada ...)

A bookmark I picked up at the library: "READ"  (I already do.)

"Government is sometimes wasteful."  (No need to state the obvious.)

"We need a vacation."  (Yes!!)

"Wish we could be there with you!"

I may add a couple, but really, needless to say, it goes …

"Oh, what’s the use!"  (My rhetorical question 10/28.)

If you detect any cynicism, please excuse me.

Where is it?  You know it goes ...

Like Precise Language

Last Saturday my sweetheart and I watched a less-popular movie at a low-price theater.  We liked The Giver, based on the book Kay read and didn’t like.  “Boys like it better,” Teacher said.  In my 4/14/14 “Lighten My Load” post, I wrote: “… reminds me of hearing Lois Lowry (age 77, award-winning author of The Giver and 39 other books) describe a dystopian society that had lost all of its technology – a nightmarish tale!”

A recurring reminder by “the Elders” in charge and the sheepish people who follow the bad rules, is to “use precise language”, which “in this community, is not precise at all but rather is a language in which the meanings of words are intentionally unclear. For example, each family unit participates in the 'telling of feelings' every evening. This sharing is ironic because the people don't have any feelings. They gave up their feelings when they chose Sameness. Another word that is ironic and not precise is 'Nurturer.' Jonas' father, a Nurturer, is supposed to be a caretaker of infants. He does care for infants, but he also kills them.”  

– CliffsNotes

www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/g/the-giver/critical-essays/style-and-language-in-the-giver

So if I spoiled it for any of my five followers who have not read the book or seen the film, “I apologize.”  (Another recurring line recalled.)  I feel for you.  Better blame it on Cliff, not me.  Regardless, rent the movie next year, and don't get too political.

Memories in Family Tree

Trying to understand the big picture, not just the how-to of Memories, I remain in the dark.  One of the FamilySearch presentations I am editing for our local family history center was written by our expert, showing two kinds relating to placement (as I see it) in Family Tree: “Tree and Person Memories”.  It lists the four types of Memories: Photos, Documents, Stories, and Audio (new addition!)  I get the types, but not the kinds.  Examples and navigation are shown, which really help one learn how to do it.  Google searches find a ton of news, updates and explanation, but not the easy-to-swallow capsule I want.  Meanwhile, I continue to help patrons navigate the Memories process.

Am I just slow or what?  I have been in love with computers since the dark ages (60's), but have approached this as a beginner.  The Powerful Point [sic] is to teach patrons and new staff, many older than I, who know little about the new programs and may be uncomfortable with computers. Any youth or older expert would wonder, “What’s your problem?  It’s perfectly clear!”  Right.  (Maybe a two-hour seminar is in order. RootsTech 2015, here I come!)

Clear and user-friendly are the names of my games.

“Discover Memories of Your Ancestors

Check to see what photos, stories and other memories have been added to Family Tree and make a surprising family connection.” 
– FamilySearch.org

Photo I took of NPS museum exhibit at Ellis Island, New York Harbor

Sperry Univac History image array, courtesy of Google

Here's the Thing

A collector of odd words and phrases am I.  So here’s the thing: my Notepad has a special collection begging to post.  What it is is a lighter follow-up to a previous play with words last May:  “What I’m driving at is ... economy of words.”

It’s scary how Halloween is such a major diversion.  The thing is, we're not into the holiday that much, although our grandkids certainly have fun with it.  Now what I’m remembering is some cute characters like three amigos and Barney the dinosaur.

What I do is write these things on the fly during phone meetings and online news talk.  Call it keyboarding practice to slow my mental decline – that’s what it is.

The point I'm trying to make is ... actually, what I'm trying to say is ...

Oh, what’s the use!

Out Here on the Frontier

It was a giant leap five years ago, from central-city apartment dwelling to frontier living in the rural West.  My wife Kay and I had agreed on this “plan B” if our offer failed on an older hillside home in North Ogden.  That stubborn seller refused to budge a bit, so we chose to tame the wilderness in a new starter-home development (as she describes it) on the edge of Layton.

After years of landscaping and weeding, trying to improve our “home on the range,” we are still tormented by things that grow so easily.  Cattle graze nearby; (I heard them bellow before dawn this morning.)  The landscape has changed with new construction constantly altering our view of Antelope Island, where the pronghorn and buffalo roam; (American bison were “introduced to the island in 1893 …”  – Wikipedia.)  The white-sand beach is the main attraction for us – the perfect place for a dutch-oven breakfast alone with family last Saturday; (other visitors started arriving as we cleaned up, gathered my sandbox toys, and drove off the island.) 

Our wonderful neighbors are mostly young couples with active, small children.  "Seldom is heard a discouraging word" as they fill the streets with all things on wheels.  Yes, we are the older folks now, having enjoyed our four years as the “young kids on the block” by the old temple in Ogden.  In that ward you could hear a pin drop during sacrament service, which was followed by Primary with five children.  Here the constant cacophony, though not harsh to my sensitive hearing, was a big change for us, and required some adjustment as we began a new church life surrounded by babies and toddlers.  We loved our initial calling in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as nursery workers (like babysitters), and I always looked forward to eating the fun snacks we served to the precious one & two-year-old kiddies.

As I look at the big picture, being in the background near the Great Salt Lake Shorelands Preserve is like a dream-come-true for me.  (Visit GSLSP at:)
www.nature.org/ourinitiatives/regions/northamerica/unitedstates/utah/placesweprotect/the-great-salt-lake-shorelands-preserve.xml

Smooth Sailing

After years of navigating rough water, like running rapids on the river trip we braved in the early years of marriage, our life calmed down.  We got out on firm land and set up camp in central Ogden for what we thought would be a six-month respite to catch our breath.

My wife Kay and I were already empty-nesters, distantly admiring our married sons and independent daughters – all outstanding, responsible adults.  Having moved most of our furniture and “stuff” into storage units nearby, we easily settled into a heavenly, older community as our temporary home while we looked for a permanent place to land.  I had a feeling this rest stop would be just what we needed in order to reconnoiter, and calm our nerves for a while.  It was truly a place of refuge.

So I was surprised when we soon “broke camp” and launched into four years of smooth sailing, simply going with the flow in calm waters; (no sail, of course – just paddles.)  Feeling needed in the service of the Lord and free of many earthly concerns, we metaphorically ventured out from camp and eased on down a peaceful river of no return.  Our life was never the same after that.  The scenery along the way was gorgeous, and sweet friendships endure to this day.  We thank our Father in Heaven for "rivers of living water."

Photos courtesy of my brother Russ Cannon and his Flickr cache

A Complete Aside

This one is not about English language, though I’m tempted to vent frustration over changes since my young sentence-diagramming years; (yes, I still wince – “a slight  involuntary grimace … in anticipation of pain or distress”, as Google defines it.)  “I've gotta be free ... I've gotta be me!" (the song does it to me.)  Furthermore, I am not naming the students at our favorite high school (with the "kneeling knight") who fail to understand present progressive tense.

And it’s not about food, even with another coupon-drive story waiting in the wings; (grandkids in the car bring back fun memories of our five we took to a string of drive-through fast-food restaurants in “the Buck” or “the Wart Hog” – a fun tradition to be repeated soon, I hope.  Yum!)

This post is not about the Church, through which instruction from modern-day prophets was broadcast to the world last weekend – so needed in this turbulent time.  Nor does it relate to genealogy (family history – another favorite of mine) as a fun activity to develop a forever family.  As a side note, I am registered for RootsTech 2015, to be held Feb. 11-14 at the Salt Palace Convention Center in Salt Lake City, Utah.  (rootstech.org: "Celebrating Families")

As a complete aside, it's free to share random, unrelated thoughts, observations and experiences, maybe starting an annual, tangential tradition for this blog’s anniversary month.  Liken it to a brief (always fast – the one constant here) pause on a sidetrack while the freight train of the world roars by.

Clearing the basement the other day (still struggling with OCH, but making progress), I was excited to find one (TIME, June 6, 2011) I had not yet read about “The Science of Optimism”, which gave me a needed break, asking, “Hope isn’t rational – so why are humans wired for it?” by Tali Sharot.  Wish I could legally copy the cover, a whimsical diagram of the brain.  (So that’s what it looks like inside my head! – explains a lot lately.)

I see room for two more disjointed items; (Google defines as “lacking a coherent sequence or connection” – kinda like this complete aside.)

My Notepad has one from 11/15/2012: Fox News interviewed Joseph Braude, author of The Honored Dead, in a discussion about Iran.

(See book info. at josephbraude.com/books/the-honored-dead/overview/)

He used the kith-and-kin phrase referring to people in neighboring countries, in relation to disenfranchised Iranians (non-Persians).  So what are your plans for gift-giving and entertaining kith and kin this holiday season?

Finally this one, noted 5/5/2014, will wait for a passionate post by itself: “Getting High on Classical”, referring to music I dearly love  – can’t get enough of it!  But I digress.  I should quickly throw in a couple pics that are a complete aside in their own right, having no connection with the collection in our basement.

Reminders

A fact of life: our memory often needs help.  What would I do without my phone alerting me with daily reminders?  My loving wife Kay is also good at reminding me.

For example, I’m reminded of the Boy Scout motto: “Be prepared.”

“The Scout motto means that you are always ready to do what is necessary to help others.  …”  – BoyScoutTrail.com

Work.
Be grateful.
Pray always.
Study scriptures.

Get an education.

Love your neighbor.
Read to your children.
Do your ____ teaching.
Avoid debt.  Save money.

...  Sound familiar?

In General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Oct. 2004, President James E. Faust recalled, “We have much reason to hope.  Joy can be ours if we are willing to sacrifice all for the Lord.”  – Ensign, Nov. 2004, 21.
He quoted President Howard W. Hunter's reminder: “God knows what we do not know and sees what we do not see.”  
– Conference Report, Oct. 1987, 71; or Ensign, Nov. 1987, 60.

I anticipate more reminders this weekend as we receive instruction from God’s prophet, Church authorities and officers – sisters and brothers.  It will mean those things are most important for us today, as they have been in the past.

Smart Philosophy Too

One of the more colorful characters in our family's life is Rowland Smart, our East Mill Creek pioneer “blogger” to whom I introduced my readers on April 1, 2012 (no fooling.)  Although "Rowly" passed on, I use the present tense because I'm sure he is livelier than ever, probably coaching deceased parents and grandparents on how to raise their kids who struggle in this mortal life on earth (Smart language).  As previously noted, Rowly never married or had children, but somehow knew the secrets to happiness in marriage and family life, as he (at around 90 years old) often shared them with us, along with farm artifacts and vegetables from his garden.  Maybe he continues to reach out, prompting us from the other side; (we need all the help we can get.)

Brother Smart’s November 1992 monthly message he wrote (and had me type with limited editing) for his friends and neighbors, titled “Why I’m So Thankful to God”, was evidently handwritten on Sunday 9/27/92: “I want to share my feelings this day Sept. 27th as I walked out of the church house.”  Four full pages without margins – backside of old company ad-letter prints I’d given him.  He and I avoided wasting paper and money on our publishing projects – he only paid to photocopy my computer printouts.  I was fully compensated with fruits and vegetables.  (Side note: my 11/3/2013 “Smart Gratitude” post shared his November 1988 message, featuring a story about his “patrolling one of the Utah Power & Light high-voltage transmission lines” and meeting a homeless man.  From my “Smart Philosophy” file folder today, I randomly picked one written four years later on the same topic – maybe Rowly is trying to tell me something.)   

“… as I walked out of the church house.  I looked up at the head of Neff’s Canyon and Mt. Olympus.  …  Looking at that beautiful calm sight made me feel how close God was …  I thought of the 33 years I walked and skied over the Utah Power Company system …  Thanked God for the strong body he gave me that I never got tired.  I traveled each day 15 to 20 miles … one day was 56 miles … came out at Lava Hot Springs, Idaho.  …  The many rivers and creeks I’ve crossed on cable crossings.  …  They were high above the creeks and canyons; I never looked down, for fear of getting dizzy and falling off …  You know He is with you …  At times of grave dangers, that little voice has warned me of the danger and gave [given] me the right feeling … to save my life …  Now I’m old and still alone in this world.”

“Remember to take time out in your daily chores and play, to look at the beauty of this Great Earth and its living things … upon this great creation He has made for you and I [me] …  Thank Him for it, and all He has gave [given] to you, both health wise, and everyday life wise.  – Rowland Smart”

Play on Words

This month when other guys are thinkin’ football plays, I’m thinkin’ word plays.  I know – it’s weird … but fun, strangely enough!  The playing field has no bounds (except ”pc” and keeping it “clean”), so players can usually run without getting called out.  No pressure from emotion-charged fans who think they know more than the coaches and referees.  And it is generally addiction-free; (come to think of it … a double meaning, in light of sports news today, sad to say.)  Few fans become addicted to play on words.

The big arena I watch is marketing, the high point for millions being the Super Bowl.  The next is Super Bowl XLIX (49) – for those of us who lost track of Super Bowl numbering – to be played 2/1/15 in Glendale AZ, glad to say.  (en.wikipedia.org)

I won’t be attending that one, but may record on VHS tape to watch the ads and touchdowns later, or watch on YouTube, hoping to catch some exciting plays on words.  If my tape recordings of past ads were easily searchable like the Internet, I could share some great 20th-century plays before they go to the high-tech burn plant next month; (my wife Kay is encouraging me to lighten our load and save the earth.)

Here’s one as a starter play (as I see it) while I keep my eyes open for others:

A full-page 1991 business-magazine ad by Evans / Salt Lake (advertising agency) sports a long list of client companies in a single column centered (lots of white space) above this large, bold bottom-line kicker:

Somebody Up There 

Must Like Us.

Brief Prayer Quotes

Yesterday, a special day of fasting and prayer, I looked for short quotes …

and wanted to share three of my favorites:

“Pray Always”

Elder David A. Bednar, of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

"For I, the Lord God, created all things, of which I have spoken, spiritually, before they were naturally upon the face of the earth”  (Moses 3:4–5).

“We learn from these verses that the spiritual creation preceded the temporal creation.  In a similar way, meaningful morning prayer is an important element in the spiritual creation of each day—and precedes the temporal creation or the actual execution of the day.  Just as the temporal creation was linked to and a continuation of the spiritual creation, so meaningful morning and evening prayers are linked to and are a continuation of each other.”

– General Conference, October 2008

"Make [group] prayers brief"

"We ought to worship Him with our hearts and not with these long, flowery sentences.  ...  We can pray by ourselves and we can take as long time as we wish ..."

"When others are kneeling down with us, we ought in our prayers to be direct and brief, and not pray about everything there is on the earth and imagine that we must mention everything in detail or the Lord won't know about it.  He does know ...  If we pay attention to the Lord's prayer  that He taught His disciples, we will see the beauty of that, how simple it was and direct; it contained no superfluous words ..."  (See St. Matthew 6:9-13)  – Gospel Truth Volume 2

Discourses and Writings of President George Q. Cannon, compiled by Jerreld L. Newquist, ©1974 Deseret Book Company, p.172

"Pray without ceasing.  In every thing give thanks ..."  

– 1 Thessalonians 5:17-18

I know from experience, and pray that we will all find true happiness through sincere prayer to our Father in Heaven.

Click to enlarge – stranger looks like he's praying.  Press Escape.

Its Bak to Scool

Memories have faded, but feelings are still there … of first days of school … fear, anxiety, excitement, friends, bullies … lovable teachers uninhibited by surprise-evaluation SS systems.  A fast memory search (quick! … before I totally lose it!) recalls nap time in preschool, nap time and playing store in kindergarten (northeast corner of basement), learning to read Dick & Jane and write words in first grade (Miss Nash, I think, next to the cold-storage room where I helped carry crates of chocolate milk), more reading in second grade (Miss Cottam (sp?) in basement south side), singing in third grade (upstairs south), learning arithmetic (times tables) in fourth grade (upstairs east side), and searching the library for science fiction books in fifth grade.  After that, I watched my avenues school burn down one summer night (name withheld to protect the innocent) … huge, exciting, not too sad (should’ve been – my father attended that historic SLC school) … so sixth grade was downtown within walking distance (uphill both ways when snowing, of course.)  I only remember being superior at 6th-grade mathematics. 

Beginning junior high school was the biggest change, coupled with our summer move up the hill to the big house with my private view of city lights (temporary one-year residence while I helped Dad build a new home nearby) ... a long walk to Bryant with friends.  As I vaguely recall, we had seven classes each day!  I think my favorite teacher was Mrs. Yost for English, where I wrote my first book report (memory is clear here:)

“Danny Dunn and the Anti-Gravity Paint is the first novel in the Danny Dunn series of juvenile science fiction/adventure books written by Raymond Abrashkin and Jay Williams. The book was first published in 1956 and originally illustrated by Ezra Jack Keats.”  – en.wikipedia.org/wiki/…

By eighth grade I was adjusted to the new life … my boy-girl-party year with a close group of clean-living friends who loved to dance .. best year of K-12, as I vividly recall.  (Maybe my memory isn’t so faded after all.)  Ninth grade favorite was algebra, taught by Mr. Allen (I'm quite sure), whom I will never forget.  I also loved ninth-grade early-morning seminary taught by Francis L. Urry, who played the role of Lorenzo Snow in The Windows of Heaven.
– en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_L._Urry

Dear old East High – what can I say …  My favorite class was the awesome a cappella choir …  I will never forget many performances I enjoyed with my beloved choir directed by the legendary Lorraine Bowman; (recalled in my "Christmas Choirs" post December 23, 2012.) Max Pinegar was my very favorite seminary teacher; I just saw that he passed away last February, and will be greatly missed.  Special memories ... dedicated with all my love to Sister Bowman and Brother Pinegar.

Whew!  Not too fast to surprise myself with details dug up from the deep.

  

Photo courtesy of Google Images and mybetanyc.com

Photo by Ned Cannon at Concord School of Philosophy

Temple Open House

Words cannot adequately describe – certainly not in this quick post.  Before today’s tour, we already know the renovated Ogden Utah Temple is built with the finest design, materials and workmanship available today.  All that the public sees inside and throughout the grounds surrounding the temple, invites everyone to come unto Christ.  That is the purpose of temples, for the living and the dead; saving ordinances for both will be performed therein, following the rededication 21 September 2014. 

During our 43 years of marriage, my wife Kay and I have attended a number of public open houses for temples of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  Today we meet good friends, our former neighbors in Ogden, to take the tour across the street from where we all lived in the morning shadow of the temple which was originally finished in 1971, and dedicated in January 1972 by Joseph Fielding Smith.  We cherish our memories of those four years, and the two previous years on the east bench of Ogden, near historic homes of many of Mother’s family.

"The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has issued a news release with interior photographs of the renovated Ogden Utah Temple ...  The general public, including children of all ages, is invited to attend an open house.  Admission is free, but reservations are requested."  – ldschurchtemples.com/ogden
See templeopenhouse.lds.org/tickets for Open House Reservations.

Last Thursday we had the privilege of serving as ushers at the open house by our former home.  The five-hour shift was an experience that Kay and I will never forget.  After the half-hour training, and hours of standing as “smiling, silent sentinels” in various locations inside the temple, we felt physically exhausted but spiritually renewed.  We loved seeing all kinds of people of all ages … many families with beautiful little children and great grandparents … who were eager to walk (or ride in wheelchairs) through that extraordinary edifice.  As I looked into their eyes, many responded with a grateful smile, reminding me they are all my sisters and brothers – children of our loving Heavenly Father.