Stories from the Mission

Carman was delightful.

She wanted to see if her great grandfather's endowment could be released since it was reserved in 2014.  We checked into that (It can't YET!) and then she wanted to know about a temple cancellation.

We also checked into that and she will get an email about that.

But, while she was there, I learned a little about her.  She was such a happy and delightful, pleasant person that I was a little surprised she she told me that a financial advisor had lost ALL THEIR RETIREMENT SAVINGS the year they retired.  He had come to their home in Las Vegas and said, "I lost it all.  Sorry about that."

As she told me this story, I was appalled.  Both she and her husband are working now to recover and get an income.


She was not resentful.  She said she's as happy in her life as she has ever been.  She is content.  She likes her job, her husband likes his.

They had to sell the home they were living in;  they live in a much smaller home in a tiny town called Beaver Dam, but she is grateful to God for her blessings.  Both she and her husband have survived cancer; they feel healthy, they eat right, and life is good for her.

She so inspired me.  I have things weighing on my mind and her faith and optimism just buoyed me up.

She was the LIGHT in my world yesterday evening, and I feel so blessed...

As I often do on the days I go to the mission.  So many inspiring people overcoming so many challenges.

And, they all help me.


Sorrow That The Eye Can't See

They look like any normal family.

They smile, they have fun, they laugh, they go to church, the children go to school, and he goes to work.

But there is great sorrow in the depths and hearts of that family.

One child suffers from debilitating depression; he is young and wants to die.

Another child has huge anger issues.  He is just a young child and is out of control.

I know this family well, and my heart aches for them.

I don't know how to help, but they need help.  The mother is emotionally worn out and the father is struggling to know how to help everyone in his family.

I need the comfort of the Holy Ghost, badly; as do they.

Sometimes life can be complicated and challenging.

But, for me, I must continue to look for the beautiful and the good!


The $50.00 Gift Card

It's amazing how sometimes something so insignificant means something to someone else.

One day at the family history center, I was helping a wonderful lady who was visiting her daughter in St George.  They were going to go to Chicago the next day, but her husband didn't feel well, so she canceled her trip to the temple to come to the discovery center.  I helped her for a couple of hours and she told me a little bit about her family.  I really enjoyed her and wished her well on her trip to Chicago.

About two weeks later, I got a card in the mail from her.  Enclosed in the letter was a $50.00 gift certificate to The Painted Pony Restaurant.  I'm still in shock over that!  I mean, who does that?

Not anyone I know.  It was so thoughtful, so unexpected, so generous, so kind, and such a fun surprise.

Today, RAH and I ate at the Painted Pony for lunch.  While my meal was certainly not something I would ever order again, it was a delightful experience and RAH loved his meal.

We ordered an hors d'oeuvre that I've never had before....bacon-wrapped dates with an almond in the middle.  It was so delicious with a raspberry drizzle.  YUM, YUM, YUM!

The thought of that card will warm my heart for a very long time.

And, it reminds me how good many people in the world really are!


Stories From the Mission

They were very strict Catholics.

But, they loved the Family Search Discovery Center.

We got them a free account on family search.org and it was so fun for them to trace some of their lines back.  At the end of our being together for about three hours, he asked how much he owed me for my time.  HA HA  - I loved that.  There's no money that can pay for the joy of what we do at the family history center.......

But, when I work with people, over and over again, I am distressed about the disjointedness of families.

They don't speak to each other, they don't know each other....(the lady mentioned above did not even know her mother's real name because she had changed it so often.  And, I'm not talking married name, either.).  They have long-held grudges, they haven't seen or talked to people for YEARS.  They no little or nothing about their parents and grandparents, where they came from, etc.  It's just amazing to me, truly.

I understand so much more clearly the need for


I am continually grateful for my own family - parents, children, grandchildren, in-laws.  What a great blessing.

But, I love the mission; it has given me insight into families and people.

And, it's such a fun thing when they catch on and see pictures and family names.  It's a high.

And, I love it.


Tales From the Mission

She was not a member of the church.

But, her doctor suggested because she had a lot of extra time between cancer treatments, that she might enjoy the family discovery center.

Enjoy it, she did.

We found an extended tree with information she had not previously had.  And, she loved going thru the Discovery Center, doing as it suggests; discovering things about her family and ancestors.

It was so fun to meet Sandy.  I rejoiced with her at all the things she discovered that day.

However, I also felt sad for her as she has no children and her husband is deceased.

She lives in Mesquite and comes to SG for cancer treatments, as did her husband.  She showed a slight interest in the church and loved all the caregivers, nurses, doctors, etc.  at the hospital.  She realized that many were Mormons, and she said, "THEY ARE JUST SO HAPPY!"

That made my heart sing.

She had just gone to get a coffee, and I mentioned that Mormons don't drink coffee.  She was so surprised and said, "Well, I know they don't drink COKE, but I had no idea they don't drink coffee!"

Ha ha; made me laugh.

Have I mentioned that I truly love the mission?!?!?!??!??

Yes, I do.


Tales of Adoption

In the last three months, two members of our ward have found their birth families, thanks to DNA Testing and Facebook.

They have been thrilled and excited.

They have found answers and with great joy have bonded with new families.

It has been so fun to hear their stories.  I have spoken at length with both of these people;

Bobbie Jo and Dave.

But, here's my question - to no one in particular....

What if your family background is ugly....

Would you want to know?

What if your father is in jail for rape or robbery?

Would that be difficult to find out?

What if your mother is a homeless drug addict?

Would that be a pleasant discovery?

I ask these questions because I know of a situation where some of this is true.

And, it's so sad to know that a parent is really not a good person at this point.

And, no, I don't think the adopted person would want to know.

So, for Bobbie Jo and Dave, they are rejoicing,

But, it's not good news for every adoptee.

Perhaps what was hidden should stay hidden.

SoRRow That the Eye Can't See

Sometimes the ache in my heart is heavier than I care to carry.

Sometimes the hurt is overpowering.

Sometimes all I want to do is weep, cry, sob, and then weep some more.

Sometimes I forget how truly blessed I am in so many ways.

So, when that happens,

I MUST turn to the Saviour.

I MUST use the Atonement in my life.

I MUST recover the joy we are meant to have.

If not, then Satan wins the battle over my innermost feelings. 

LEAVE, sorrow, and let me REJOICE in what is good.

That is my prayer for right now when sorrow overtakes me - again.

Oh, family; sometimes the greatest sorrow lies therein.

Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and rejoice.