Hi family!!!! Happy 4th of July! We sang the star-spangled banner in sacrament meeting and it almost made me cry. I think the last time I sang that was with James, Clark, and Lila at a swim meet. It came back.
Mom, Dad I just sent off a letter to you with some pictures of the baptism we had this weekend. James, there's something in there for you too, you'll know what it is. ;-) I look forward to your letter this week Lila! I haven't received Natalie's letter yet but the mail is slowed down with the holiday, plus next week are transfers again and usually near the end or beginning of transfers, it takes longer to get letters. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! I MISS YOU!!!!! I don't feel that far away, I'm just frustrated sometimes when I want to give someone a hug. My companion isn't a hug-y person. Nice, just no hugs.
Hi everybody! Happy late 4th of July! Hey, remember the 95-year old investigator I told you about? Well she gave us the best missionary/college student cookie recipe I've ever seen. Here it is:
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 Tablespoon vanilla
Bake 350 degrees for about 10 minutes
...
yup that's it! No flour or anything. We tried it and it's pretty good. To all of you who didn't think you could make cookies to save your life, this might be one to try. You might need to save your life sometime. :-)
4th of July was interesting. We had no set appointments and hardly anyone was home or not very busy at the moment. Also, with mission rules, we couldn't be out walking or driving the mission vehicle after 7pm if we didn't have a member who was willing to take us. We couldn't find a member. That was frustrating. We did get to watch fireworks from our apartment balcony. We also made our own "fireworks" aka tossing glow sticks across the room at each other. We also tried the peanut butter cookie recipe and did a little extra studying.
I wanted to share a poem that the mother of one of the members here wrote.
The Family
Somewhere in the hills, not known to many,
lies a cemetery, all but forgotten,
It has briars and thickets, saplings a plenty
and roads which are no longer trodden.
It holds the loved ones, of over a century,
with many unknown any more,
to unlock their story, to hear their songs,
one must quietly open their door.
If you walk very quietly and listen for whispers,
you can almost make out the words,
Where have you been, we've been waiting so long,
we worried that no one would come.
You see we've grown curious, in our later years,
from where our roots have come,
If we unlock the past and uncover their secrets,
will it bring new meaning to some?
They all had a story, no matter how trivial,
that made an impression on someone,
Even the baby, who died without speaking,
was loved at first life, by his mom.
Can you see them, they who lay them to rest,
The grief they couldn't contain,
A wife who is weeping, a son who is shuffling,
a daughter who has fallen in pain.
The weight of the burden, will never be light,
the loss will go on forever.
But think of the moments that were bright,
and the memories they left us to savor.
So tell them you love them, now while they are living,
don't wait till the time of their parting.
The flowers are sweeter, when shared with the living,
than on the graves of the departed.
---Floreeta M. Carroll-Corder
This poem was inspired by a genealogy trip. I thought it was beautiful.
We did have a baptism this weekend! Brother Clark was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints! It was very exciting. This has been an absolute miracle. Surprisingly, Bonnie came to the baptism. Being 95 she couldn't hear a thing but everyone could hear her comments through most of the service. :-)
I've probably forgotten something, but it's Tuesday. national holidays throw everything off.
Hope everyone is doing well! Have a great week!
Hermana Evans
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