As our amazing “double mint” granddaughters are learning to become
mobile, and every day we ponder about which “walls” we will work to transcend,
I am studying an article from Brigham Young University our daughter K.
sent us about moving forward:
"We may think that
we or some other mortal opens the necessary doors to our future, but this
conclusion is an error: We ourselves do not open these doors; only the Lord
does. We give him our obedience, our diligence, our cooperation, but he opens
and closes the doors. We can only make right choices; he controls the
consequences of our choices…
…But even though
someone in authority thinks he opens doors, there is really only one Keeper of
the Gate (see 2 Nephi 9:41)."
One gate closed Saturday evening at midnight. Our Modesto mission is reorganized and we presently serve in what they call the California Fresno mission. All the missionaries who have worked with us in our district (and southern half of the Modesto mission) continue to work with us. Northern districts and zones are reorganized in more northern mission.
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| Goodbye to Modesto mission office |
In the process of the change, our president deployed seven missionaries,
with furniture from closing an apartment from a departing senior couple. We will miss friendly faces we have
come to appreciate and love! This couple has showered us with blankets, extra sheets, and wonderful things like rubber bands, rubber
maid, hot pads, muffin tins, thumb tacks and clothes, and cloth bags. Friday felt like Christmas—new furniture--happy new tools!
Last Tuesday to celebrate a twenty-fifth anniversary, I posted
pictures remembering part of them.
Upon arriving at a piano lesson later that evening, friends and
class members entered toting chocolate chip ice cream in gallon tub, Oreo
cookie cake, sparkling cider with goblets, and red helium balloon saying “I Love
You!”
As lights flash, an unabashed participant counsels his posterity--you can do this too,
every 25 years!
Notwithstanding it being after 6 p.m. and the ingredients being as fore stated, we humbly partook, smiles glowing, camera flashing, grateful for years, friends, and beautiful moments to remember! Sunday brought a surprise, when we arrived to find new friends and old that brought themselves,
tripling sparse numbers from former “domingos.” (Sunday in Spanish is spelled like dominoes...perhaps when one comes, everything falls into place!) Convivio (with life!) is another word for potluck or "Linger Longer."
Like palms on Las Palmas Avenue, it is inspiring to be welcomed!
This came on the heels of Sunday past, celebrating with
a family of one of our piano class students, a remarkable Young Women in Excellence. Praise is due for progress!
A motivated grandpa proposed for our date this Monday that we investigate water places to invite grandchildren (if we find it--they will come!)
We rejoice in acknowledging heaven’s hand helping us to see good fruits everywhere
(as we approach melon and peach and fig season!)
and recognize that in truth,
the field is white and ready to harvest… 
as hearts (including ours) are preparing to be touched daily.
Grateful to find good fruit!
Happy Independence Day!
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