Now there’s an interesting subject line😳
Monday I made bread, we shopped for groceries—I’m still riding the handicap machines. And later we biked 5.38 miles
Tuesday: Have I received His image in my countenance? A friend who served on my shift in the Bountiful Temple, Rachel Shaw showed up as I was on floor 4 and her family was seeing Nauvoo— 2 of her siblings are young performing missionaries this year and she was with her fiancé. I think they got engaged out here her sister told me later. That was so surprising and fun. Another performing missionary came to do initiatories for her ancestors and , of course, I don’t visit with them then. But she came and found me after she finished her time in the temple to tell me “thanks”. She really enjoyed my light in the temple service.
We’ll, all that was the Lords tender mercy as I am so sad that our friends, the Groberg’s have decided to go home after just two months. The doctor they saw told them they needed to go as there are no doctors here to give him the help he needs.😢. Everyone in our house went to their apartment to hear the news and we played “Bank it” for their farewell.
Wednesday we worked from 7-1:30, had a snack in the break room and stayed to do initiatories for our ancestors at 2:00, then did a 2:15 endowment session and our good friend that we knew in Jerome was in the same session and came for dinner after we all finished. We also rode our bike 6.3 miles after all that.
Thursday we served in the Arrival Center and after, we went to Fort Madison for dinner at Fort Colony. When we got home it was storming so NO bike ride😩
Friday Bike ride 6.3 miles, showered and went to the temple for our 12:50-9:15 shift.
Saturday we had our second service at the Arrival Center. This baptistry group is taking turns serving in the Arrival Center. It was full of really young families, eating everywhere and crazy. But in the morning we biked 6.7 miles. And we went to visit the four people whom the Bishop wants to attend our Sunday “Come Follow Me” class.
Sunday. Father’s Day. I cried through sacrament meeting. A couple here is going to Frankfurt to serve a mission. He sang during his talk: “These Hands, these mighty hands”. It was —well, there aren’t words, but tears flowing tells how it felt.
After church, we fed Groberg’s and their son who came to take them to the airport, then drove their car packed all the way home. Farewell meal and they drove off. Then Steve and Michele Miller came for dinner after that. They moved out here, had their records moved so they could serve in the temple. They called the temple president and cleared it that they would be used but they are not missionaries so they don’t get included in all the fun. They are really nice wonderful people and they live in Syracuse, Utah so we can get with them after the mission. They got us tickets for the Sunday show at the visitors center, “Love of the Savior”. It’s worth seeing. We’ll try to go again. After they left, we had our family call. Thanks for taking time to gather once a month. It’s magical for us just to see you on one screen and hear your voices. We love each of you. The church is where we learn to be like Jesus and we practice what we learn as we mingle with our family. This is JOY. Love, Mom, Grandma, Teresa ray(the wind beneath my wings)
Sunday
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