(Our Mother's Day phone call started right at 7:00 PM and lasted 40 minutes ... shortly after the call, we received two Mother's Day related messages ... "Dearest Mother Dear" & "Poem Time")
|Screen Shot from Skype Call on Mother's Day...particularly lovin Abi's face..|
What did President Budge teach you that you didn't know before …
We talked about how baptism is the gate that leads to eternal life. In order to get there, we have to go through it. We focused a lot on helping people, but in meaningful ways. Recently we have had a big push on focusing on people, but it hasn't really helped as much as it should have. What ended up happening was people started making friends ... and trying to turn them into member referrals ... but we transfer every six weeks, so it was rough. We focused on helping people more effectively, which is through baptism ... And on how we should be doing that.
… IOW, what is it that mom forgot to teach you?
Something that mom forgot to teach me ... tough question ... Probably how to cut vegetables ... I nicked my finger twice ... ish ... not badly, but I needed a band aid.
As you are riding, what do you hear, see, or smell?
We walk everywhere ... we hear the cars and the trains, see the people and the cities, mostly smell the river that we live by. You can feel the breeze come off of the plains and smack you in the face like a ton of bricks ... You knew that that sentence was going to be poetic going in didn't you? It's wonderful here that people are nice, the view is gorgeous, and the ward gives us lots of food, so it's all good!
Do you still have enough time to read and write eMails?
Yeah, just enough.
Ooh, depressing story. So we are meeting with this guy named Brother M. Former investigator. His wife died eleven years ago. He told us that his dream is to live a healthy life where no one has to take care of him, and then when his health starts to decline he wants to commit doctor assisted suicide ... ... yeah, depressing I told you it would be. We're working with him still. We are trying to raise his vision of what we can accomplish in this life and the next ...
Best Drink Ever
|... because it has a crazy bunny in a race car ...|
For you see my mom
Is literally the bomb.
She is just so great!
Words simply cannot articulate
The awesomeness that in her dwells
Well ... words cannot tell.
From early morn to late at night
Her love is like the noonday light,
Everywhere I ever goes,
I simply always knows,
That my amazing mother dear
Is waiting, and I should not fear.
A text at night, to say go to bed
Or at first light, to say get up sleepy head!
Sometimes her words are a little eighties,
But that's okay ... Nothing rhymes with eighties...
I love my mother yes I do, I love my mother how bout you?
Maybe on this special day we'll all say a special hey,
To all the women that helped us grow
To overcome life's dreary woe.
Thank you mother for all your love
Thank you from him, whose up above.
Sorry that my poetry is not that great ... hope that it is not to terrible ... I was never the poet ... we all know it ... that was dad ... and it was just a fad ... well that was just sad ... but I can't stop ... ... perhaps I'll pop ... ... okay I'm done ... maybe one last ... ... one ;-)