Monday, March 20, 2017

Safari Park, Transfer Week #7, Three Assistants

We found ourselves with a few hours left of one Saturday afternoon with nothing planned after a baptism got postponed, so we decided to make another great escape to the Safari Park.
Since Glen doesn't really take a p-day on Mondays because he spends literally 7 to 8 hours reading and answering missionaries' letters every single week, we enjoy it when we can take a few hours to de-stress every now and again.
The reason we love the Safari Park is because we can walk and be in nature. It feels peaceful there and it is calming to watch the animals for a while. The mother gorilla and her baby were especially enjoyable to observe.
We caught the tail end of the bird show.
We took the free tram ride around the African plains again. It seemed like a whole new adventure because we had a different guide who told us different things. 
The baby elephant stayed right next to its mother, moving forward a step or two if she did, moving back a step or two if she did and walking all around the enclosure when she did. Made me think about the powerful influence a mother has on her young.
The not-so-cute warthogs even provided a few minutes of entertainment for us.
The tranquility, serenity and beauty make it hard to want to leave.
We got to enjoy a full moon on our ride home, so the enjoyment of nature did not end when we left the park.
One thing we do try to do every p-day is go somewhere outside our neighborhood for our morning exercise. We are trying to keep an eye on the Flower Fields. There was one field in bloom.
The field next to it was just starting to have color appear. It was such a foggy day!
Transfer Week #7 was upon us. We picked up this group of six missionaries at the airport. Two sister training leaders went to the airport a little later to pick up two hermanas who were arriving from the Mexico MTC.
Once the group arrives at the church, Glen gets them busy filling out a goal sheet for his interview with them. I talk to each missionary about the medical procedure we have set up in our mission and find out about any of their medical issues. We let them email home.

We had our senior couples over housing, cars, and finance come talk to them. Our office secretary has them fill out some paperwork. We feed them lunch. Sometimes they have time to take a little nap while Glen is receiving inspiration on which trainer to put with each new missionary.
Whenever we have Mexico MTC missionaries, it messes with our schedule a bit. These hermanas arrived too late to join in the instruction with the earlier missionaries, so we had the senior couples re-tell them everything they had told the other missionaries.
By that time Glen and I were anxious to get home because we had some cooking to do. We needed to be prepared when the seven departing missionaries arrived for dinner and to spend the night at our home. The sisters sleep upstairs and the elders sleep on the main floor.
Elder Ruhl is now a trainer, so we have these three assistants who will be helping us--Elder Romney, Elder Horton and Elder Higginson. I feel so short when I am around them.
I like it when we can all fit around one table.
It made me laugh when I saw these three elders smash together sitting on the love seat for testimony meeting.
The four sisters took the couch which left Glen and me in the two comfortable arm chairs. That was a first! No need of any extra chairs. The assistants always do the dishes and clean up the kitchen while we are having our meeting.
Elder Quinney, Elder Picklesimer, Elder Spencer, Glen, Me
Sister Shakespear, Sister Hoffart, Sister Larsen, Sister Gallacher
Elder Romney is now training the new assistants and it looks like it didn't take Elder Higginson long to master the selfie when I handed him the camera to take the group photo.
This may have been the highlight of the evening when Glen not only told the elders about how he has had his toenails removed, but then he showed them one of his toenail-less big toes when one of the elders asked to see it. Hilariously disgusting!
The next morning we arrived at the temple as the sun was coming up. We love watching all of the missionaries as they ponder and reflect upon their service as a missionary as they anticipate returning home later that day.
Elder Higginson's brother was getting married that very day, so he asked if I would take a picture and send it to his family so his brother would know he was thinking of him and wishing him well.
"I love to see the temple..."
Time for the group photo, and this is the selfie Elder Romney took. I have to give him credit for getting the other assistants in the selfie shot. They were on their way to the distribution center.


From the temple we went straight to the airport to bid this group adieu. 
That left this group of men--and me.
In keeping with tradition, we went to In-N-Out for lunch. It is always a relief to get the missionaries to the airport on time so they can be on their way home without delay. 

Speaking of delay... Glen got a phone call and we ended up eating our meals before he got back in to join us. I was hoping the photo would show better him standing outside so we could all be in the photo together.
We are excited for Elder Ruhl to have the opportunity to train a new missionary. We are excited to be working with these new assistants. It will be exciting to see what good things will come of these changes.

That is one thing that is always certain in missionary work--change. But change is a good thing. It allows missionaries to work and to grow in all sorts of different capacities--us included!

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Quotes of the Week

Repentance must involve faith in Christ.  Faith that He can change us, that He can forgive us.
--Dale G. Renlund

I plead for a stronger spirit of compassion in all of our relationships.  If we are merciful we shall obtain mercy.
--Gordon B. Hinckley

Kindness is the essence of greatness and the fundamental characteristic of the noblest men and women I have known.
--Joseph B. Wirthlin

I bear witness that our living hope is in Jesus Christ.  I testify that with Christ, darkness cannot succeed.
--Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Lung Troubles, Temecula, Tequila Factory, Mormon Battalion, the Neils

I got sick with Influenza the end of January and have been coughing ever since. After a couple of weeks, I felt like I was getting better. Then I had a few days where I felt like I was getting sicker again and didn't feel so well and my cough got deeper and wetter. YUCK!
I got referred to a pulmonary specialist to get an analysis done on my lungs. Hence the gas chamber/breathing apparatus. The testing showed I have decreased lung capacity. I could have told the doctor that since I have had an especially hard time breathing when we go out walking--especially going up hills or stairs.
I also got a chest x-ray which showed I have fluid in my lungs and an enlarged heart. The doctor ordered an echo cardiogram. In the meantime, he put me on two inhalers and an antacid pill to see if I can get the cough under control.

Our mission doctor looked at my medical file and agreed an echo cardiogram is a good idea. It doesn't appear my lung issues are from pneumonia or bronchitis. He is not sure the inhalers are going to help at all if the problem is not asthma related. He is concerned the fluid in the lungs is from my heart not working properly.

Well imagine that!! My heart hasn't worked properly for many, many years! Nothing new there!
This is the view of the countryside on our drive up north to Temecula.
The Pauba church building is where we spend a lot of time. It is the common meeting place when we are in Temecula. We spend many hours there when Glen is interviewing the missionaries.

The bouldery mountains along the freeway up in that area are always fascinating to me. The wild flowers have been causing us to gasp with delight as we see brilliant patches of them all along the freeway.

This particular day we made the rounds of almost the whole area of our mission. We didn't quite make it all the way north to Murrieta, but we were close in Temecula. Then we drove all the way south past our mission boundaries to take a missionary to the airport.

It always makes us sad when one goes home early. These purple flowers helped to cheer up my sad heart.
The very next day we were making the drive down south again to the Tequila Factory. There were 33 missionaries who ate a Mexican buffet lunch while overlooking Old Town San Diego.




We walked down the hill to the Mormon Battalion where the missionaries learned what the historic site has to offer their investigators.

It was nice having Elder and Sister Hemingway talk with our missionaries after the tour. He remembered meeting some of our missionaries when he was here visiting our mission several months ago.
The sisters struck gold!!

One particular day we had met with the assistants and since it was Elder Romney's birthday, Glen promised we would take them to lunch. We all enjoy eating at Panera these days.

Elder Ruhl says it makes him feel healthy when he eats there. I guess so when we read the words "100% clean food" on the door when we walk in. Who would want to eat at a restaurant that serves any percentage of dirty food?!?
The way this post is going, it may cause people to think all we do do is eat out. That is my dream come true--to have other people doing all the cooking for me!!

The Neils served as mission president and wife in Albania a couple of mission presidents ago and we have been wanting to get together with them for a while. We finally made it happen and they showed us their favorite BBQ place in San Marcos.
Since it was our first time there, we were given pig stickers to wear to signify the fact to all fellow BBQ indulgers.

After hearing about some of the Neils' experiences in a foreign country, I am giving thanks (for the millionth time) that we are serving in southern California. We LOVE it here!!!
This past Sunday we gave the sacrament meeting talks in a Spanish ward. I gave the same 20-minute talk I had given in another Spanish branch.

My favorite part of the meeting (besides someone taking the liberty to lengthen my first name and hearing it said three times over the pulpit) was when the bishop asked if I would be needing an interpreter. He looked so surprised when Glen said no and told him I would be speaking in Spanish.

Ha!! It still surprises me that I am brave enough to speak in Spanish. Well, more like read in Spanish. No speaking off the top of this girl's head. And please! No one ever speak to me in Spanish. No comprendo!!!
In all sincerity, I must give thanks for the gift of tongues. The fact that I could communicate well enough for the congregation to understand me is amazing!

The bishop was so emotional after the meeting as he told me (in Spanish, with Glen translating later what he had said to me) that I had spoken about the things he has been so concerned about his ward members needing to work on. He told his congregation he hoped they had been taking as many notes as he had been taking. That made me feel very happy.

I am truly thankful for the inspiration I had gotten when I wrote that talk. It truly was inspired and I give credit where credit is due. I am just an instrument in the hands of the Lord to bring to pass His work.