After wrapping up my first 57 years in a little history of my life (184 pages), I thought it would be awhile before I had much more to share. But life rushes on with so many experiences and I do not want to forget, so here we go again...
Not even four months after we moved to Mtn. Green a request went out in our area for a home to house the missionaries. The boundaries of the companionship covered 25 wards over two Stakes. After seeing the need, I asked Roger if he felt we should offer. He said we would be willing at some point, but since we had recently moved in and still had much to do for the home, including getting a range/stove for the basement, he wanted to wait a year. I said that would be fine and sent a prayer heavenward that we would be willing at some point to house the missionaries, but had decided to wait a year, so if we were needed before that time He needed to let us know in some way we would recognize.
The next week I got an email from our Bishop saying that they had prayed about it and felt our home would be the right place for the missionaries to live. Not much clearer message than that I suppose. Many people, including our two former-missionary sons, said they felt we should just say no, but that did not feel right. We have plenty of room and all of our children live out of state, besides how could I deny that it was definitely a clear answer to my prayer. So Brother Hancock over mission housing for the Utah Ogden Mission came out to inspect and said he really felt the spirit in our home and answered all of our concerns in a manner that we were willing to give it a try.
On Labor Day we purchased a stove for the basement and on September 7th two darling sister missionaries moved in...Sister Swain from New Hampshire and Sister Richens from Indiana. We may have Elders in the future and we have the option to have them move out before the 2 years if any of our children need to move in, but we are off on another adventure!
The night before the sisters were set to move in I received a phone call from Catholic Community Services. I had filled out paperwork to help with the refugee program and a mother and her three young children (2,4 and 7) were arriving at the Salt Lake airport at midnight September 6th and had no one to welcome them to America from the Congo. So I was on another late night adventure to welcome Vumilia, Moses, Joshua and Deborah who only spoke Swahili to America:
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| Deborah tied to Vumilia's back at the airport. |
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| Moses loved taking picture with my phone (in their new apartment). |
With so much going on at home, I hesitated to leave, but we had a trip to New York planned for some time to see the city with the Sowbys and spend a few days at the Hales' cabin on Loon Lake in the Adirondacks, so in September off we went on another adventure! We were in NYC on 9/11 exactly 15 years after the original bombing. It was both powerful and humbling to be there. We saw Times Square, Phantom of the Opera, Chinatown, Little Italy, took the ferry by the Statue of Liberty, went to the New York stock exchange, saw the 9/11 Memorial, the Trinity Church and many many Deli's while experiencing city life before taking the train to Upper State New York and enjoying all the beauty and history there. We are extremely blessed to be able to experience all we have.
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| NYC on 9/11 2016 |
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| Hiked to vistas of Loon Lake and Lake George with Sowbys and Hales. |
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