Showing posts with label Gifts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gifts. Show all posts

Monday, June 16, 2008

A Branch President in the Family!

Every Monday morning I look forward to opening my e-mail. You see, Monday is P-day for my sons on missions. Matt in Russia and Jason in Spanish speaking Los Angeles write home each week.

The adventure of the week is almost always Matthew's in Russia! This week was no different. I clicked open the e-mail and saw the photo and gasped! Matt had an ugly purple welt and gash on his forehead. He had been playing capture the flag in the forest with all the other Elders and had tripped and fallen and hit his head. Thank goodness it wasn't any worse than it was. We want him to stay out of the Russian hospitals at all costs. I'm sure there are good ones there somewhere, but the one he described at the beginning of his mission was a nightmare. So I'm happy he's alright now. He said it didn't bleed for long--though the Russians were freaking out and wanted to take him to the hospital. They put their iodine on his forehead. I think it's either green or blue and stained his skin. How funny! He said he just told people that he had gotten hit in the head by a beer bottle. What a kidder! Needless to say he got a lot of attention and had fun with it.

I guess Estonia is closed to the missionaries now. They have to go out of the country to renew their visa's every three months. Now, they will go to the Czech Republic. Read below...

Matthew is now the Branch President of his little congregation. It makes me smile! You know, the mom in me being so pleased coming out:) If you aren't LDS, a Branch President is a Pastor. He has been trained well by Elder Later his previous companion. I know Matthew will miss Elder Later so much. He and Matt are dear friends now. Elder Later is either on his way home or transferred. I'll have to ask his mom. I'm going to try and include some photo's here today. I've never done this before, hope it comes out okay. Until then, here is part of Elder Matthew Otis's letter.

"I just got transfers, I'm the new branch president, and Elder Isenbarger is going to be my new companion. I don't know him but I hear he's great! Elder Magelby is coming to Revda, I hear that he is also really great, so our district should be fun next transfer. It's crazy that I've already been in this area for 3 months. It's gone by really fast, doing branch work really passes the time. Also next transfer I will be going on another visa trip. And I've hear that Estonia has closed it's borders to us missionaries, so now we are going to Prauge, Czech Republic. I hear that it's a really amazing city, so that should be fun. Hmmm....I always forget what I want to write about, I guess thats all I've got then. Keep on going. I'm praying for you, and I know that you're praying for me. Things are going good, and I know that they will only continue to get better if we have faith and try and look at the big picture. I'm glad that our family is really optimistic. I've had a good amount of experience here with people who whine about everything, and its funny because it doesn't help them one bit, in fact it makes things worse. It's just sad, we really do need to live by faith and not by fear, everything just works out so much better. Well, I hope you have a good week, happy fathers day dad!!! Catch a lot of fish and keep sending me pictures(small ones plz!!), i'd love to see them.
Love,
Matt"

For those moms and dads who don't think your making a difference in your child's life. I challenge you to think again. Your life may be easy or even difficult. It's the way you handle the hills and valleys in life's tangled web that matters to these kids. Show them you can overcome the obsticals when do come. Show them by example that you will stay faithful while going through heartbreak and tragedy. Rise above all that life brings. Then when they go out into the world on their own, hope and light and faith will be the greatest gift you ever passed onto them. Be a blessing to your children.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Fathers Day

Fathers day is always a wonderful day in our house. It's neat to see the individual ways our kids can show their appreciation for their dad.

Although our gifts are humble in nature, they hold greater meaning for Terry, and he appreciates each of them so much. He has told them many times how he just likes to spend time with them-- today is no exception. He is out in the driveway looking over our sons new car. They are putting their heads together about what they should fix first this week. I know they are both happy just being together out there. It's nice to watch them through the window. Sometimes dads need alone time with their kids. It's a good thing.

Sundays and Mondays are always special to us. Sunday is the Sabbath and we love to go to church and worship. When we come together at the dinner hour we share all the lessons we learned that day. When I was ill, sometimes that's the only lesson I would get. It was enough because I knew our kids had paid special attention, just for me and in turn had learned more than any other child in Sunday School. What blessings come from our struggles if we allow them to happen.

Today I shared with them how we had a lesson on the topic of, "How do I want to be remembered by my ancestors?" It was thought provoking. Some of the things the girls listed were...
1. to have been compassionate
2. strong
3. to have loved the Savior
4. to have been obedient
5. long suffering
6. kind
7. gentle
8. to have upheld the standards of the church
9. loved my family
10. given service to those who needed me

There were many more things on this list. I was so impressed by the 12 to 14 year old young women and our teacher who gave the lesson. It was deeply spiritual. She passed out small slips of paper to fill out and place in our scriptures as a reminder. We wrote about the kind of person we wanted to be remembered being. It was a gift and touched me deeply as I wrote. I will never forget that simple lesson. Each girl went away with something to ponder and it was so good!

I can hardly wait for our Missionaries to write home tonight and tomorrow! I wait for their letters each week. They strengthen me and fill me up spiritually. Only a missionary knows how it is to truly serve the Lord each and every day of the year. They are my examples. I have learned so much from my sons.

Happy Fathers day to those men out there in the world who make a difference in one kids life. They will never forget you.