Gee, I Wish....

Choices. They surround us everyday. And yet, in many cases the choice is easy. You want to do this. You want to do that. But then there are days where you think....which is more important? As well as...which one is more fun? Or even maybe...should I be responsible? Depending on the option and what you deem to be the top reasoning factor....well the choice is made. :)
Take for example this conference talk :)

On a Saturday night in a ranch home kitchen, where a boy who has just answered the telephone nervously approaches his mother with a question: "Mom," he says, "Bob is on the phone. He and his dad and Tom and his dad are going snowmobiling and shooting tomorrow morning, and they want to know if I can go with them."
The mother seems startled at the question and uncertain as she answers.
(Later, she explains that she was strongly tempted to respond sharply to her boy, reminding him that he had duties on Sunday morning, that in their family they went to church together, and that when Dad returned later that night he would not consider such a thing.)
But instead, she says to her son, "Richard, you are twelve years old. You hold the priesthood. you are president of the deacons quorum. I am sure Dad would want you to make up your own mind and answer Bob yourself."

The boy goes back to the telephone, and the mother goes to her room and prays that their son will give the right answer.
Nothing more is said about the matter, and on Sunday morning the lad and his parents go into town to church, park in the lot across the street, and are crossing, arm-in-arm, when a pickup truck passes.
Two men and two boys are in the seat, snowmobiles in the truck bed, guns slung in the rear window.
The boys wave to Richard as they pass.
He pauses a moment and says, "Gee, I wish..." The mother catches her breath a bit, and then Richard finishes: "Gee, I wish I had been able to talk Bob and Tom into coming to priesthood meeting this morning."

The mother, telling the story, thanks the Lord for this choice lad and his personal decision to do the right thing.
And then she weeps freely as she explains how important that was to all of them.
You see, their son was killed in a farm accident that week.

Marion D. Hanks -Changing Channels -October 1990 General Conference

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

...I dreamt about pirates....

-S.N.D