The Elder with the apron on is hot off of the MTC burner, but is unique in my book because he is the first Elder to invite us to dinner in our own house. That’s right, he planned it, cooked it, cleaned up after it and it was delicious. He also invited a bunch of Elders who were just coming in. One of the Elders in the picture is a first wave 18 year-old. We are getting 30 Elders at a time for a number of months until June when our mission will be a whole lot larger than it was before Pres. Monson’s announcement in the last conference. Where to put them is a challenge, but we are very excited about having them in our mission.
I included a picture of Elder G. painting our bathroom. This house is going to be a lot nicer when we leave than it was when we arrived thanks to you know who.
The sweetie in the baptism suit is a 16-year-old genius. That might be a generous observation, but I’ve never heard such deep prayers as this girl gives. She is such a thinker. Her grandparents invited us to their home a couple of times for dinner and the Elders gave her the final discussion in our home. We won’t be forgetting them any time soon.
The Elder with Elder G. adopted him as his grandfather. The pictured Elder has been transferred now. It is always hard to say goodbye.
A year ago yesterday we drove down our driveway, down the street, and on our way to Boise. Can’t believe where the time has gone, but gone it is. In another week and a half on March 26 it will be a year since we entered the MTC. It was April 9 when we drove into the Church parking lot and saw our little blue house. The wind was blowing like crazy and continued to blow until June. Today we have a big wind storm so I’m thinking this is the beginning of the hang-on-to-your-hat season. And, wouldn’t you know it, we are having company next week and I was so hoping the winds would hold off until they left. We are so excited about having Traci, Brandon, and Toni come for a visit. My next blog will be all about the Johnsons in Navajo country.
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