To be sung to the toon of She'll Be Comin Round the Mountain
Wonder why my discs are all compressed
Should have known that this was just a test
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home
Hauling loads of groceries in and out
While unlocking four doors ya wanna shout
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home
Assigned to bring a luncheon, that I'll do
Though it compresses my discs, that is true
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
Boxes for the missionaries weigh a ton
Hauling them to meetings not so fun
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
I will stand up straight next time we meet
But you will think I'm not even on my feet
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
OK...that is my complaint for the week. Now on to the good stuff. When we feed the missionaries from either of our wards now, we get to feed four. It is so fun. They are so appreciative and leave such a special spirit in our home.
My husband has become the most popular man in the mission. He is not only the Car Czar and the Phone Crone, now he is in charge of Facebook. Yes folks, we are alive and well on Facebook now. It has been a trial for some. They came out on their mission, anxious to leave Facebook and now they are asked to spend one hour a day on it. We had been deemed an obedient mission so that was why we were chosen.....9th worldwide. Elder Taggart has to be friends with them, answer questions all day, monitors appropriate and inappropriate posts, texts them on what to change,monitors their sites through each day and reports to mission president as necessary. Elder Crook said, "I will accept them as friends but that doesn't mean I have to talk to them after that." That has been my take on the whole thing....get a picture on it and....done. I accepted one hundred friends last week, all of them missionaries. Imagine that. I get referrals from text now and sometimes they report back via text. That means my phone has to be charged every single day....and I have to check it!!! Overload!
Transfers are Tuesday. On Monday we get 33 more new missionaries. Only three go home. I think I am ready for this one.....I hope. To add spice to the soup, Elder Martino will be here for the whole week. Someone asked me if I was nervous for a General Authority to come. "Nope--cause he's not staying at my house." Two zone conferences later I may feel differently. One is with the ward that made the water/bone soup last time and all the missionaries went away starving. The other ward I have yet to hear back from so I'm planning peanut butter sandwiches just in case, with gallons of milk and Oreos for dessert. I love working with no responsive people. I would rather prepare and take the whole luncheon myself.
We had a baptism in one of our wards Saturday. The parents come to our Gospel Principles class each week.....for three months now. Problem is, they aren't married. They are expecting child # 4 together. She had one by a different father, he had two by a different mother. The baptism was for her oldest son and their oldest son. She felt something, you could tell. Her partner has some doubts. He pays child support for his first two so he sees marriage as a trap. He also has issues with the church because women can't hold the Priesthood. I'd like to corner him for 30 minutes and talk to him about that one. I've watched my husband for years as he magnified his Priesthood and I never once wished I could switch places with him. Happy with my role, thank you very much. His wife is chasing five kids around all day long. When does she think she would have time to fit the Priesthood in? We told them the Bishop would marry them for free and we would arrange the refreshments afterwards but still no go. But the mother felt something.
Now we just pray the ward will accept them, fellowship them, and weave them into the fabric of the ward. This ward thinks it is silk and has issues with any other fabric. Their loss, but we worry about our converts in this ward.
Another neat story to show you my small part in this big picture. I assigned a name in the referral system to two missionaries. They didn't get to see her before transfers in August so she was put on hold. An Elder came in August who was frustrated he got his call to Chicago. I speak Tagalog. I wanted to go to the Phillipines. He was assigned to the "hood" on the south side of Chicago. An Elder got sent home early so this Elder was driven into the area at night by the President. The President told his companion to find some Phillipinos for him to teach. He laughed. "President, we are in the wrong neighborhood for Phillipinos. This area is black." So a week later, they find this referral name in their Area book and go visit her. She is from the Phillipines. The new Elder bore fervent testimony in Tagalog. She is now a member of the church. So I had a small part in that miracle, and the delay was for a reason. This Elder has since found a couple more Phillipino families.
I could tell you stories about our Polish sisters and our Italian sister. They just end up where those language skills are needed. The Lord is in control. Things in this life are not left to chance. Patience is part of our learning curve when it comes to His will. Last week was a good week. I learned more about spreadsheets and now I have a spreadsheet for everything. Pray for our stamina to hold out. These big transfers after so many incoming take a toll. We had a sweet conversation with our Jewish friend in Hancock Fabric. She is now looking for the tender mercies in her life after our last conversation. Our influence reaches places we never tout it would. We love you and miss you.
Yes,that is Elder Taggart sewing on buttons....without his name tag on, sorry.
Love,
Sister Taggart
Wonder why my discs are all compressed
Should have known that this was just a test
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home
Hauling loads of groceries in and out
While unlocking four doors ya wanna shout
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home
Assigned to bring a luncheon, that I'll do
Though it compresses my discs, that is true
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
Boxes for the missionaries weigh a ton
Hauling them to meetings not so fun
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
I will stand up straight next time we meet
But you will think I'm not even on my feet
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter
I'll be two inches shorter when I come home.
OK...that is my complaint for the week. Now on to the good stuff. When we feed the missionaries from either of our wards now, we get to feed four. It is so fun. They are so appreciative and leave such a special spirit in our home.
My husband has become the most popular man in the mission. He is not only the Car Czar and the Phone Crone, now he is in charge of Facebook. Yes folks, we are alive and well on Facebook now. It has been a trial for some. They came out on their mission, anxious to leave Facebook and now they are asked to spend one hour a day on it. We had been deemed an obedient mission so that was why we were chosen.....9th worldwide. Elder Taggart has to be friends with them, answer questions all day, monitors appropriate and inappropriate posts, texts them on what to change,monitors their sites through each day and reports to mission president as necessary. Elder Crook said, "I will accept them as friends but that doesn't mean I have to talk to them after that." That has been my take on the whole thing....get a picture on it and....done. I accepted one hundred friends last week, all of them missionaries. Imagine that. I get referrals from text now and sometimes they report back via text. That means my phone has to be charged every single day....and I have to check it!!! Overload!
Transfers are Tuesday. On Monday we get 33 more new missionaries. Only three go home. I think I am ready for this one.....I hope. To add spice to the soup, Elder Martino will be here for the whole week. Someone asked me if I was nervous for a General Authority to come. "Nope--cause he's not staying at my house." Two zone conferences later I may feel differently. One is with the ward that made the water/bone soup last time and all the missionaries went away starving. The other ward I have yet to hear back from so I'm planning peanut butter sandwiches just in case, with gallons of milk and Oreos for dessert. I love working with no responsive people. I would rather prepare and take the whole luncheon myself.
We had a baptism in one of our wards Saturday. The parents come to our Gospel Principles class each week.....for three months now. Problem is, they aren't married. They are expecting child # 4 together. She had one by a different father, he had two by a different mother. The baptism was for her oldest son and their oldest son. She felt something, you could tell. Her partner has some doubts. He pays child support for his first two so he sees marriage as a trap. He also has issues with the church because women can't hold the Priesthood. I'd like to corner him for 30 minutes and talk to him about that one. I've watched my husband for years as he magnified his Priesthood and I never once wished I could switch places with him. Happy with my role, thank you very much. His wife is chasing five kids around all day long. When does she think she would have time to fit the Priesthood in? We told them the Bishop would marry them for free and we would arrange the refreshments afterwards but still no go. But the mother felt something.
Now we just pray the ward will accept them, fellowship them, and weave them into the fabric of the ward. This ward thinks it is silk and has issues with any other fabric. Their loss, but we worry about our converts in this ward.
Another neat story to show you my small part in this big picture. I assigned a name in the referral system to two missionaries. They didn't get to see her before transfers in August so she was put on hold. An Elder came in August who was frustrated he got his call to Chicago. I speak Tagalog. I wanted to go to the Phillipines. He was assigned to the "hood" on the south side of Chicago. An Elder got sent home early so this Elder was driven into the area at night by the President. The President told his companion to find some Phillipinos for him to teach. He laughed. "President, we are in the wrong neighborhood for Phillipinos. This area is black." So a week later, they find this referral name in their Area book and go visit her. She is from the Phillipines. The new Elder bore fervent testimony in Tagalog. She is now a member of the church. So I had a small part in that miracle, and the delay was for a reason. This Elder has since found a couple more Phillipino families.
I could tell you stories about our Polish sisters and our Italian sister. They just end up where those language skills are needed. The Lord is in control. Things in this life are not left to chance. Patience is part of our learning curve when it comes to His will. Last week was a good week. I learned more about spreadsheets and now I have a spreadsheet for everything. Pray for our stamina to hold out. These big transfers after so many incoming take a toll. We had a sweet conversation with our Jewish friend in Hancock Fabric. She is now looking for the tender mercies in her life after our last conversation. Our influence reaches places we never tout it would. We love you and miss you.
Yes,that is Elder Taggart sewing on buttons....without his name tag on, sorry.
Love,
Sister Taggart
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