I’ve had a bit of a break this week. After the gala event at UVU Thursday evening, we got in the car (at 10:00 p.m.) and drove to Las Vegas, where we slept a few hours, then continued on to my hometown, Reedley, California. We spent a few days there with family, had a wonderful reunion with my cousins and aunts and uncles, then John and our niece Janelle and I headed south to even warmer country, Indian Wells. World Class Tennis for a whole week! It was really fun. John Loves watching tennis. The last 2 years he’s come to this tournament with our boys. This time it was my turn
Here we are watching the pros play–Roger Federer, my favorite, Rafa Nadal, Djokovic, the Bryan brothers, and many more. It was pretty amazing. And did I say hot? In the 90s. I love the sun and the heat. We had a great time. We saw a lot of tennis.Below is Roger Federer signing autographs after one of his victories.
As I sat in this huge stadium, watching champions play, I kept thinking of my ancestors and the impressions I’ve had many times (pretty much whenever I’m in a large stadium) that there are legions of my flesh and blood in another place cheering me on. I felt rather small in this stadium, thinking “I am all that you have,” and still they cheer me on. It is humbling to consider. I feel their love for me and I can’t wait to meet them someday.
I suppose the day will come when I enter that Heavenly Stadium to cheer on my posterity. You can be sure my voice will be loud and clear as I shout and encourage in whatever way I’m allowed. I will be there. I promise.
Here is some of the work I did while watching the matches (some days went 12-14 hours!).