Love is the balm that brings healing to the soul. But love doesn't grow like weeds or fall like rain. Love has its price. "God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life" John 3:16
Service is a product of love...
Sister Johnson and Sister Nielson supervising the interior decorating skills
of Sister Gordon.
Just putting the finishing touches on Dr. and Sister Bean's apartment. Pictures hung, check, light bulbs replaced, check, dusted, vacuumed, check, check, I think we are good to go. The Bean's are currently attending the Mission Training Center in Provo, UT and are due to arrive at the Florida Orlando Mission the end of the month.
Before "Mr. Green Thumb" took his pruning shears out!
After, our hyacinth was a little embarrassed, but still able to provide a big, beautiful orange blossom the very next morning.
The Mission President received a phone call recently from Sister Phyllis Belnap, in red, the recent widow of the Orlando South Stake's Patriarch, and her daughter, Carol, advising us that Sister Belnap would be moving out of her home after fifteen years to live with her daughter in Tallahassee, Florida. Would we be interested in picking up some donated furniture to be used for our missionaries. Would we??? Absolutely!!!
We quickly contacted our "Moving Crew", set a date and arrived bright and early Wednesday, June 11th to take care of what we do best,
working as a team to get the job done!
Sister Gordon and Sister Clare
Elder Clare and Elder Bevans
Elder and Sister Clare and Elder Bevans
Sister and Elder Gordon
Elder Gordon and Elder Busath
Barely an hour later, one truck and trailer, one large van and one smaller van were all loaded to the max and after a hug and a huge "Thank you" off we went to Uncle Bob's Self Storage Unit on OBT to organize our treasures!
Subway sandwiches for all to celebrate a job well done!
The new apartment we are opening in the Valencia Spanish Ward, furnished by many
of the generous Belnap donations :)
We were recently advised that Dr. Bean was planning to spend time in the Mission Office consulting with patients, doctors and hospital administrators when he arrived.
To be honest, the configuration of our office makes it next to impossible to add additional bodies without making some major renovations. We actually had to clean out our storage room to make it an office for our nurse, Sister Nielson. But never fear, after careful consideration and more than a few road trips to research our options we were finally able to come up with a plan that would provide a nice work space and privacy for Dr. Bean as well as a work station for Sister Bean and still allow the rest of us access to the copiers, laminator, paper cutter, hole punches, etc.
I guess my experience at DOJ as an organizer has paid off :)
As you can probably tell it's been another roller coaster ride this week
here in the mission.
Donations needed to be picked up, new apartments to be furnished, and to our disappointment two more missionaries had to return home due to health issues. As a result we were on the road much of the time because not only were we shuffling furniture such as, setting up new apartments and work stations, but beds had to be moved to create emergency trios, apartments had to be shut down and left empty, and at the end of the day we still had to take care of our day to day responsibilities on the office.
Never a dull moment around here!
But before we close, and in honor of Father's Day, please allow us to share a sweet poem that has touched our hearts...
What makes a Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of the quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagles flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined all these qualities,
And then there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it--Dad.
Father's Day has always been a little bittersweet for us because our own Dad's died at such young ages. They never really had the opportunity to see the fruits of their labors. We'd like to think that they would have been proud at how we turned out and that they knew how much they were loved and appreciated even still.
We are especially grateful for our son in laws; Brian, Joshua, Chad, Nick and Jake, masterpieces in their own ways, who each manifest the attributes mentioned in the poem above. We love them more than we can say and are so proud of the Dad's they have become to our precious grandchildren.
Happy Father's Day!