Getting Acquainted

Today went by in a blur.  We gathered everything together we would need at the center and then left for the Danish class.  From the Danish class we went to the center where we worked on the meal until we served it at 8:30 p.m.  It was a typical day at the center....and we arrived home about 15 minutes ago....about 11:45.

I worried on and off through the night for Doris, hoping she is alright, praying that she will be alright. You know how it is when you wake in the middle of the night and begin to worry...it is difficult to let it go.  I had a low level of anxiety through the night.

When I got up this morning, I texted  her....just a small little message.  She came to class today!  She has missed a lot of classes lately, including nearly all of January.  So I was elated.  She said yesterday was rough and that today she was feeling a little better.  We worked together today on the drills, but the teacher frowned when we got off subject, so there was not much time to find out how she is doing.  But I was SO grateful to see her with a smile on her face and see her there.  She told me that she will be there tomorrow too.

We went our separate ways after class....she needed to go home and we needed to get to the center.


I carried my phone with me all evening, but never managed to take pictures of the food!  Not that it was anything to write home about, but it all turned out well.  Our three gallons of spaghetti sauce was great, we got the pasta cooked on time, the garlic bread done on time, and the fruit pizzas were a hit.  Whew!

One of the things I love most are the pockets of time I have during the evening to visit with one or two of the YSAs.  Tonight before class, I had nearly 45 minutes to talk to a young woman who is so dear.  She is preparing herself to serve a mission, and she has the sweetest attitude about all that it will entail.  I am so thrilled for her and the experiences she has ahead of her.  She came into the kitchen and we sat at the table and decorated the fruit pizzas....hers looked professional!......mine on the other hand...well mine looked edible........maybe even good.

I also spent some time with a young man who is a returned missionary...he is going to school now.  He will start working in the temple soon.  He is as he put it, "a man of few words."   But he is very witty and very bright, so interesting to talk with and very handsome.  There isn't a subject yet that anyone has brought up that he can't converse about, with knowledge.  I learned some fascinating things from him this evening.  I sometimes think that since these young people have grown up with each other, they never look at one another as anything special....but each of them is wonderful.

Another of our young men just got his mission call.  When he submitted his papers, he thought his mother would not be supportive....that she might even be derisive.  He decided that when it came he would go out in the forest alone and open it.

I remember when Derek was waiting for his call, his greatest fear was that he would be called to Quartzite Arizona.  It is not that it would have been a bad place to serve, it's just that he wanted to serve a little farther from home.  Our young man feels the same way.....he would be happy to serve anywhere that he is called, and he would do so with honor.  But he so hoped that he would not be called to labor in the Denmark mission.

The call came this week to Scotland/Ireland.  Everyone is so thrilled for him. His mother is being very supportive and sweet about it.  He will be a wonderful missionary.  There is an air of humility about him that is very winning.  You just want to listen to him...with his soft smile and gentle voice.    

It has all been good today.  I am so happy that Doris had a good day, and I am content about the evening with all of the terrific YSAs.

How could I ask for more?

(Well...it sure would be nice to hug my grandchildren.)