A Little of Everything

(Guess you know what the statue is about. This is in back of the Wilford Woodruff building where most things go on for us--eating, learning in large groups, entrance to the MTC, the chapel where parents go one way and new missionaries go the other. Hate publishing pix of me. Dad says I'm not as heavy as the pic--isn't he sweet? I almost believe him because none of the women in the pic of our small group are as heavy as they look either. What I'm wearing really isn't missionary attire except for the black jacket. Some women have just what I was looking for and couldn't find while others are even more casual than I am here. I took the chance because it's P-Day.)


Enjoyed nearly a three-hour gathering this morning of welfare services missionaries. The stories, instruction, promises for us and our families, and testimonies (Brother Jensen called on one half of each couple--a man and a woman at a time; Dad was chosen.) were one more round of inspiration and uplift with quite a few tears flowing from me again. We will be in smaller groups next week.

We bought detergent, dryer sheets and a laundry bag at the bookstore and did our laundry in the afternoon where we talked to the Higleys who will be an office couple in Washington DC North. The elders there had their scriptures and practice material not wasting a minute while their clothes were being cleaned. Also walked around and sat on benches outside while waiting. One elder approached asking permission to practice his Spanish. He did really well for only two weeks. Saw another two sitting on a bench with their heads bowed in prayer. Wanted a picture but thought it irreverent to take it. These young people are so amazing with their commitment to the Lord.

We've read scriptures and from "Providing in the Lord's Way" in between good meals (we'll miss the food and having it prepared).