The last two days have been so much warmer. 20 degrees makes a big difference, but the wind sure doesn't know how to stop blowing. I thought it was windy in Glenmoor. Well this tops that! Plus it makes the temp. seem colder than it is. There are two storms coming in however, one tomorrow from the north, (Addison's area), and the next one Wednesday, from the south.
Yesterday was a funny day at church. Dad and I were suppose to talk in Sacrament Meeting, but when we got to church they had the high counsel there and the Branch Pres. forgot he had asked us too, now maybe in March. We just go to church and anything goes. We really have to flow with the day. We got our new second counselor yesterday. I feel so bad for him, he just has had a stroke and can't use his right side and can't hardly talk. He was pretty brave accepting the calling. I'm sure Heavenly Father will help him for being so faithful. Another funny thing that happened in Sacrament Meeting was the chorister (who is African American and the branch Pres. wife) got up to lead the closing song and had copies of the words printed off so we could sing the (black anthem) then to top that off she draped a (black movement cloth) around the pulpit. Then for choir practice, she brought a big spiritual piece where we could all clap and shout. I told Dad we were soon going to be sent home. We had two women to choir practice, so the same lady decides that if there isn't any more going to come out to choir practice then she and the other lady would sing a duet. The other lady (Carlene) doesn't have any idea what key she is on or even if there are different notes. I can't wait to see if we can pull this off. There is always something happening here to keep it humorous. If we don't have fun with it we would start crying.
Dad has something wonderfully spiritual to tell you! When we left home our tires were getting a little worn, but since they were 60,000 mile guarantee and we only had 30,000 miles on them, I decided to wait. Anyway, the other day Joyce noticed a nail in one of them. Today I took it in, and they wouldn't let me out since they were so bad, so we had to buy new ones. Anyway, think of all the potholes we hit on the way and here in town, and thank the Lord He protected us until we got them fixed. We are being watched over! I especially think of my trip to New Jersey to take the missionaries down for a ride to the temple, (story to follow). On the way back I took the wrong freeway and wound up almost to Atlantic City, then to New York state before finding my way home. The next day, I had to pick them up, and the same thing happened. This time I pulled off and reprogrammed the GPS, and found out the Elders had programmed it to not go on any toll roads or bridges. This time we got it right and crossed a big toll bridge across the Delaware River, and made it home safely.
Our one elder has been waiting for a visa to go to Brazil, and it finally came after about 5 months. He is really sharp and we are going to miss him. We are gong to have a dinner for the missionaries and the relief society president next Sunday to see him off. Mom is trying to figure out what to fix.
Yesterday I had to teach RS, and I did Bednar's conference talk on The Window's of Heaven. Anyway, read this talk if you haven't, it truly makes us realize how many times we are being blessed and not even knowing or thanking HF for the blessing and the protection. Everyone is in so many different places yet we have all been blessed and protected. We have soooooo much to be thankful for!
Dad and I are having little tender mercies happening all the time. We have started to keep track of all of them. Maybe all of you ought to keep a list- I think all of us would be surprised. Let's see what we have by the time this mission is through!
You are all so very precious. Thank you for all the love, support and care you are always giving us. We love it here and we are learning so much. Especially how blessed we've been all of our lives, just to have been born in the gospel is such a huge blessing!
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