At first the silence in the car was deafening, then little by little we were able to get them talking and eventually we were all laughing. The most often heard question was, "Where are the mountains?" Our Mission President has advised us not to "parent" the missionaries, but Elder Busath and I have vast experience on being "cheer leaders" from the side lines ;) We loved every minute of it!
On a side note the one Elder called to serve in Brazil, Steven Untch, waiting for his visa just happened to be a missionary we met while driving from Utah to Florida. We stopped to attend church in Liberty, Missouri and he was giving his farewell address-small world.
Bright and early Tuesday morning we wait at the Mission Home to welcome the sleepy, new missionaries and make our way back to the Hunter's Creek Stake Center for a brief orientation and to meet their new trainers.
Some members are on hand to help transport new companionships without cars.
Then almost in a blink of an eye, orientation is over, the luggage is loaded up, farewells are said and the missionaries are off on their new adventure.
Our Senior Missionaries (the Crismon's and the Sherwood's) always ready to offer support or to lend a hand transporting missionaries to and from their area.
As you can see they were beautiful and a great pick me up!
We put our "lucky bug" on our entertainment center hoping that he will scare off any unwelcome bugs.
But wait, that is not all! On Friday afternoon a friend from LDS Employment Services escorted a gentleman with a floral arrangement. I thought for sure that it must be for Sister Gebs and we proceeded to ooh and awe. Well just as I was returning to my desk the gentleman approached me and asked me if I was Sister Busath. I admitted that I was and he said, these flowers are for you. I almost fainted. Two beautiful flower arrangements in less than a week, no way.
Yes, it was true, my kids and grand kids, the Esslinger's, the Bacchus', the Hudson's, the Busath's and the Peterson's sent me flowers for Mother's Day.
I couldn't have felt more loved than I did at the moment.
It takes a spirit of obedience if we want to qualify for blessings today. It isn't enough simply to say, "Tomorrow I am going to do better." The Lord expects us to do better today.
Saturday was our "P" Day and our Mission President had asked us to do some spring cleaning. We decided that there was no better day than today to get started. I wish I had taken a "before" picture to help you appreciate the final results. Let me just say that the garage was filled to capacity from floor to ceiling with discarded furniture and miscellaneous items. Things that just might come in handy-"someday", or "someday" someone might just have time to repair. Well someday never came and after not one but two trips to the local landfill with a truck and trailer containing 1 ton (they actually weighed it) of old, broken and obsolete equipment and furniture our job was done.
Operation Spring Cleaning#2 was the result of a landlord expressing some concern over a messy garage. How messy could it be we thought. Missionaries just don't have that much stuff. Well again a "before" picture would have proved helpful. But we were on a roll and before we knew it the floor was visible again and we had even packed up the old carpet and padding that had been pulled from the house a few weeks prior.
After a final sweep of the garage and a quick pick up of the front yard we noticed some objectionable graffiti on the fence directly opposite the house. Well Elder Busath immediately saw a need and went to work. He found some white spray paint in a box under all the stuff while we were cleaning the garage and quickly picked it up and carefully painted over the offending words. Unfortunately the spray paint didn't last long enough to finish the job completely, but it made it so much better.
We celebrated the end of a very productive day by having dinner at the local TGI Fridays. The waitress noticed our name tags and mentioned that she was a Christian and that her son, age 22, was a member of the LDS church and had wanted to serve a mission. She told us she was a single mom and couldn't afford to send him on a mission, but maybe he could serve after he was married like us. She couldn't say enough good about the Church and served us as though we were royalty. We tipped her well and even left her a pass along card of the Savior.
Maybe someday her son won't be the only member of the Church.
We received a chocolate truffle and a special ring as a Mother's Day gift from the ward. Lambie was curious about the ring and so am I.
Being a mother has never been an easy role. The scriptures often remind us how important a role being a mother truly is. That what we learn from our mothers compromises our very core values, as with the 2,000 stripling sons and warriors of Helaman, in the Book of Mormon, who "had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them" (Alma 56:47). And He did.
I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day and spent some time counting your blessings as I did!
Until next time...........
PS Another small world alert for those of you in Fair Oaks, California. On our last post I mentioned setting up new missionary apartments and it just so happened that we met a member who was donating furniture for one of our new apartments. He took one look at our name badges, pronounced it correctly, and asked that often heard question, "Do you know...? Actually this time we did know. He spoke of his fond memories of baking cookies at Aunt Dorothy's home and hanging out with her kids. He said he was Patti's age and had spent 24 years after his mission looking for the "One". Well seven years ago he found her right after she found the church. They have three kids, one disabled child from his wife's previous marriage who recently passed away and two others. His name is Wayne Robert Little. He went by Wayne back then, but now goes by Bob and he wanted to be sure that we sent his love!