A Servant's Heart

Exploring how I can express love to my family by means of my service to them.

What’s up? I’m up!

It’s pretty early in the morning still — 5:53 a.m.  I’ve been up for a while and so I decided to play Granny Games.  Have you ever played that?  It’s pretty fun.  It’s mindless, but it’s fun.  I allow myself to spend time playing it by rationalizing that it is helping my brain to develop its problem solving skills.  Maybe there’s some truth to that, but it can’t be good that when I am trying to fall asleep at night, I can see Granny running around catching cats in game puzzles that don’t exist.  If only learning at school could be so easy.  They should definitely figure out some way to use the game methodology to teach whenever possible . . . or at least some of the time.  Anyway . . .

I wanted to follow up on the head covering issue.  So, I spoke with my husband about it more and we examined the scriptures together.  He agreed that it seemed so clear that my head should be covered.  I don’t just pray or prophesy in the congregation, but everywhere, everyday, at any opportune time throughout the day.  Should I run and get my head covering?  It is all so plain and simple to me.  I sent a letter to the president of the board I work for and asked for a reasonable accommodation to allow me to wear my head coverings.  She said she didn’t think it was her role to answer and that if my employer (I worked for two independent regulatory boards in the public sector) didn’t mind, it was fine with her.  My employer has no government-wide dress policy so I am going to take that as an approval that I can cover at work.  Which now leaves me with no barriers to observing this very personal practice.

I have been reading a lot of articles on this and watching some YouTube videos on the issue.  I like to see what other women who cover from all walks of life have to say about it.  I also like the added aspect of it as being part of a greater expression of modesty, so I have begun to examine that, too.  I’m excited.  I’ll keep you informed.

I hear my husband upstairs now, so I must go and care for him.  Toodle-loo!


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