Life is different now when
our evenings are not taken with Institute, FHE & temple because of the
Holidays and the school break. We don’t
start back up till January 16th, so it’s been a long break. So, it has been a “different” couple of
weeks. There are realities of missions
that sometimes we overlook when writing, but that happen. Everything we write is like a snapshot in time. It’s kind of like in movies and TV where
people are having a “hard” conversation or an argument, then it just stops and
moves to the next scene that could be minutes, hours, weeks or months later. They don’t have to do the hard stuff after
the encounter. So, most of what we do
here is really great, but I’m a person that is really hard on myself, and if
I’m not “actively engaged” I tend to stress out, or feel guilty, or get really
grumpy and be miserable to live with. I’ve been like this pretty much my whole
adult life. I’m on medication, I’ve been
to counseling, I’ve prayed, I’ve done pretty much every trick or emotional fix
and I can’t seem to overcome it. I can’t
just chill. So, these last couple of
weeks, I’ve tried real hard to chill, calm down, and take it easy when there
doesn’t seem to be a lot going on.
But it doesn’t work for me
to just chill and take it easy. And it
spilled over last night. I just had to
go to bed. For me it just gets really
complex. Anyway I’m better today and my
great companion saw my needs and we went out tracting/inviting/finding this
afternoon. That made me feel better—like
we are really doing something, and not just planning and stuff.
Working where I feel it is important,
has given me a spiritual boost. The
first house we went to, I talked to the mother of two YSAs that we haven’t
seen. One was on a mission. The other was at UAA, and is having a bit of
a faith crisis. He also is quite averse
to change and he is still dealing with getting out of high school. His mom said she would give the invitation to
him and would bring him to Institute next week to the opening social and the
first class to see if he can connect with someone there. That is exactly what we are hoping for. When you are a missionary, you see things
like this as the Lord being in the details of our lives—they are tender
mercies, like individualized miracles or blessings. In this case, hopefully for him—that the
timing is right and for us, that we interacted and came at the right time where
there can be an intervention for the better.
Also, it seems like all of
my medical conditions—neuropathy, poor sleep, weight, facial skin conditions,
and other miscellaneous sundry issues one has when they age, have all seem to
gotten worse since we’ve come on our mission.
I guess it’s the opposition in all things situation going on. But what I’m
seeing, is that I am dealing with them much better. If I only get 4 hours of interrupted
sleep, I can still put in a full day and if it happens several days in a row,
an afternoon nap works wonders. (Yes,
Senior missionaries can take naps! And I
don’t feel guilty 😊) I guess its like the people of Alma whose
burdens were not removed nor made lighter, but they were able to bear them much
better. That is a tender mercy or
blessing that I am seeing.
So, we have some great
experiences, but in between times, there is a lot of things happening, some
hard things, some fun things, & some just enlightening. The study time we get is one of the things
that I really want to take advantage of.
It’s nice to have so much time allocated for study. We can watch videos, listen to podcasts, dive
into the scriptures, study conference talks, study President Nelsons messages
and whatever else. I’m the same way with
scripture study time, I can’t get enough time.
☹
Even though it is scheduled
time in the morning, so many things come up and blow the schedule and I have
such a hard time getting back to it. Same
thing happens with exercise. When it
doesn’t happen, it just doesn’t happen.
(I don’t feel near as bad as when I can’t study. I am just jealous of that time. And I don’t
want it gone.
I wish our schedule was
rigid, and in some ways it is, but we get interruptions and changes, but it’s
just this good, better, best thing all the time. For example, tomorrow we had scheduled an
initiatory session at 11am. Then we
could meet with our Institute Director right after for our weekly meeting. But we were notified of a zone activity on
the young missionary’s PDay at 11am at the Institute building. One of the things we do, is to interact with
the missionaries as much as we can. It
is an opportunity to help lift them from where they stand. We love being with them and they are just so
great! There are a lot of sisters and they have had such a positive impact on
the mission field and the work. We love
them all and are very impressed with them.
So, we changed our initiatory appt at the temple to 7pm, our Director
meeting to 9:45am and so we will hit all three!
😊 Then we will have to
exercise and study in the afternoon. (But we don’t because life happens) So we don’t like get up at 6:30 am like the
young ones do. We are more like 8am or
later if I’ve had a bad night. I’m not a
real morning guy, so the stuff that gets us going before noon is a little tough
for me. I have to just accept it,
because I can’t change it. (I’m a psychiatrist’s
dream patient…he/she can just keep throwing out trite little phrases to make me
calm and then charge me for it ☹)
Here's another little
miracle from Saturday. Sister Cox went
to a luncheon with the Mission President’s wife, Sister Larsen and the other
senior sisters, because President Larsen was out of Alaska for training. While she was gone, I cleaned the fridge (terrible
smell coming from it—Cauliflower…not sure I can ever eat it again, haha) and downstairs
bathroom and entry area. We live in a
townhouse condo and all of the living space is upstairs. Downstairs is a spare bedroom and a ¾
bathroom. That is my bathroom—the one
upstairs is not big enough for the two of us, so I make the trek to the bottom
floor. And it’s freezing down there
cause we don’t really heat it. So, I cleaned all of that, including the toilet
and the shower—not just the sink-- and then opened the front door to see what
the porch looked like. I swept it off so
I could put down some ice melt on a spot of ice still left. There was some buildup of dirt in the corner
and as I swept the very corner, I uncovered what looked like a ring. I picked it up and it had flowers and things
and looked like more than a cracker jack ring or some cheapo. So, I brought it in and set it on our
dresser. Yesterday, Sunday, Carolee saw
it and asked about it. She looked and
saw it was real and even had a diamond that I hadn’t noticed. We thought it might be our neighbor’s since
they are a young couple. Carolee took it
over but they weren’t home. But tonight,
they pulled into the garage the same time we did. Carolee took it over, and it was her wedding
band! She had dropped it off their
little balcony in front in September and were unable to find it. She was very grateful. Just another tender little miracle.
Saturday after Carolee came
back from her luncheon, we went and saw a local attraction: Snowzilla!
It’s a real snowman that is like 30 feet tall and it’s all snow, not
built around a frame. Kinda wild, but
cool in a way. 1st time built
in 10 years—enough snow this year.
Speaking of which…we just
keep adding on. Not in huge storms, but
2-3-5-6” at a time and it just never melts. 88 inches so far, I absolutely love
it. It’s the most snow they’ve gotten
since 1919 when they started keeping records.
Like last winter in Malad. & I
know I’m weird, but I want it to just keep snowing. I’m jealous of Malad this weekend is
projecting 13-18 inches! I wanna be in
both places.
And we had a visitor outside
our window this week too, a moosen, eating branches from trees. That is their total diet in the winter and
they survive on it---amazing.
We do enjoy getting with the
other senior missionaries here. We don’t
all feel like besties, but there are a lot of them that we do. We’ve planned a special adventure for my birthday
that I am really excited about. But
that’ll be for next week. Gary