Personal Mt. Rushmore

I really want to to see Mt. Rushmore.  I think I've said it on this blog before.  I call it "the heads."  I love nature and historical sights.  It seems like a great blend of both.  It's not commercial--at least in my head where I envision big birds of prey soaring overhead and a waterfall coming off the backside.  Who knows?
Someday we'll go and I'll check it off the list.

For now,  I'm going to write about a reference made to it.  We had stake conference this past weekend and as always, President Pond was the highlight.  I spent family home evening retelling his talk to the kids because he only spoke in the adult session,  Here's how it goes:

He started with the song More Holiness Give Me and how we all need to become "more Savior like thee."
Then he told about taking swimming lessons as a kid.  Sounded like he loved them.  When his mom came to pick him up he always asked for 10 more minutes.  In that time he would show her all the great stuff  he had learned and practice all the skills.  He said that 10 extra minutes really made a difference in how good he got.  Then he told about his mean piano teacher and how he hated taking piano lessons.  He said he was supposed to practice 30 minutes every day, but that 5 minutes was about his limit.  His mom would come in and ask him to give it 10 more minutes and he would sit there for 10 more, but really fritter them away just goofing around.

He said how it would make such a difference if we all spent 10 more minutes a day with our personal worship.  In prayer or reading the scriptures or pondering.  He said we could become more like the Savior if we devoted just 10 more minutes everyday.

Then he talked about his father-in-law, who he said was on his "personal Mt Rushmore."--Nice reference huh?  He talked about how hard he worked and what a great man he was.  He had a dairy farm and physically worked so hard that he fell asleep during dinner every night.  He said eating at his in-laws was great because she was such a good cook and he served cereal-bowl servings of ice cream every night.  It was a dairy, after all.  He tried to refuse, but his father-in-law always said,  "There's always room for ice cream.  It slides down in the cracks and fills in all the empty spaces."

Then he went on to say that we need to treat the gospel like the ice cream.  There's always room for it.  It can fill in all the cracks and empty spaces and we need to give it 10 more minutes every day.  We'll be amazed at how much more we will learn and how much more we will love it and how much more we will become like the Savior.

We talked about our personal Mt Rushmores in Family Home Evening too.  Keith said he would include both our dads and his bishop when he was a teenager.  Mikey said Ian.  I said Mae Wright and maybe Grandma Rich.  Lucy did the usual and stayed quiet.

It's something to think about.  Who do I admire enough to carve on a figurative mountain?