I had a discussion with the other two sisters in the office this week. Neither one of them are serving 2 years. One is here for a year and the other one is here for a year and a half. They both agree this is the best 2 years of their lives. I could not even begin to agree. It is a good part of my life but at this point in our lives....it better not be the best 2 years. We have been married, had our babies, held church callings galore, worked closely with youth, found our niche in life, had highs and lows of health issues, careers, and on and on. If you happened to be a Stake President or seminary teacher or nursery leader or gospel principles teacher, you already knew what it was like to give basically your whole effort for years. Interesting perspective to think this is better than having and raising 6 children.....or dining with General Authorities.....or treking with over 100 youth for 30 miles. So don't expect me to say these are the best 2 years of my life. It is good to consecrate 100%, to be with my eternal companion 24/7, and to associate with 212 amazing missionaries....yet the longing for children and grandchildren never leaves my heart.
We had to close one apartment this week because of marijuana use in the 4 apartments surrounding it. Funny, this week we discovered our suspicions were correct, the guys above us (who come on their deck many times each day) are also marijuana smokers. We had to close our glass door one night because of the "sort of skunk" smell. The AP's laughed when we told them but didn't know for sure if it was marijuana. We never find a cigarette butt and we are directly below them. It will be interesting when we turn on our window air conditioning units to see or smell what blows in. If my letters change drastically, you will know I am being affected.
We had missionaries to dinner twice this week. The Sisters were 30 minutes late on Mon.and the Elders were 35 minutes late on Thursday. Does no one know you are not supposed to be late for a dinner appointment???? I watched one Samoan Elder single handedly eat 1/2 a 9x13 pan of funeral potatoes, 4 slices of ham, salad, 2 scoops of ice-cream and 1/2 dozen cookies. I'm not sure his food budget is enough.
I assigned 111 referrals this week with the Provo Referral Center working part of the time and down a good share of the time this week. I am trying to learn patience.....still. They always apologize for my inconvenience. It's my job so it is more than an inconvenience.
I arranged with Salt Lake for a Book of Mormon to be sent to the Correctional Facility in Indiana. I broke my back molar on Friday.....eating nothing. How fair is that???
My miracle of the week was a call from a sister missionary who had a referral for me to assign. A 58 year old man had called her to see if he could learn more about our church. A pass-along card with her phone number on it had landed on his doorstep. She lives on Sheridan next to Lake Michigan. He lives smack in the middle of Skokie. (three miles away as the crow flies) The Elders I assigned went to visit him that day.....and they discovered he was a man they had met at the library before. He agreed to come to General Conference at the church Sunday.
People are being prepared and placed in our paths. We just need eyes to see and hearts to discern. So as I am under a new dentist's drill tomorrow---share the message of hope with someone.
(also catch Bruce's letter on our blog as we had another amazing miracle happen this week regarding our identity theft)
Love,
Sister Taggart
No comments:
Post a Comment