16 August 2015
Hi everybody!
It has been a wonderful summer! We've gotten to spend time with each one of you, and loved every minute! I appreciate all the time, money, and effort each of you put forth to make these get togethers possible.
We leave the windows open at night to cool off the house after these hot summer days. But this morning, when I got up, the house was so cold! It really felt like fall already! And we're having a lot of smoke from the central and western Idaho fires right now. I imagine that Aimee's and Dixie's families might be having the same thing.
Before I forget, Gran leaned over to me during Sacrament meeting today, to tell me what hymns she wants sung at her funeral. I don't imagine that it will be any time soon...but I thought I'd tell you right now, so we all know. They are: 124- Be Still My Soul and
293-Each Life That Touches Ours For Good.
I don't know if Grandpa or Grandma have requests like this...but I think we should look into it! Gran specifically wants 293 because she thinks there might be some of her non-member friends there, and she'd like for them to hear it.
Below, I've included a few pictures of what Dad has been up to lately. He had to take the 4H trailer back after using it at the fair last week. And he was on the front page of the local paper while we were out of town. I think it's nice that he is thought of as a "straight shooter," in every way.
I think I'll be moving into my new office space tomorrow...we'll see if it really happens. There have been many delays, and I'm not sure how well I'll do, making calls with so many people around, due to the added noise, but we'll see!
Sam, I think we're all wondering how your arm is, and what the second xray showed. Please let us know!
Kevin, are you home for a while? We always enjoy seeing pictures from you trips.
All you grandkids...when do each of you start back to school?
One short story from our High Counselman, Brother Andreason, today. He told of when he was a missionary in Arkansas. The work had slowed down, so they decided to try something different. He and his companion took turns praying in another room, while the other sat at the kitchen table with a map of the town they were in. Then they were to write down what they felt, and share their list.They each were prompted to Cherry Street, no other street or part of town came to either one. They went to Cherry Street, and instead of knocking at each door, they walked along, and saw a pickup truck with Idaho plates. Elder Andreason felt it was a sign. They went to the door, and the woman who answered immediately began to cry. When she calmed down, the Elder said, "I saw the pickup from Idaho; I'm from Idaho." Well she started crying again. It turned out that her husband was from Idaho, she was from North Carolina, her husband (an inactive member), and she (a non-member), had moved to Arkansas from Idaho, two weeks before, and that he had drowned just one week before. She had been praying to know what to do with her life, and to know "where her husband was now." Then the elders knocked on her door.
I was very moved by this story, and felt that you might like to here it too.
I'm grateful for each one of you, and love you bunches!
Mom/Johanna/Nana
It has been a wonderful summer! We've gotten to spend time with each one of you, and loved every minute! I appreciate all the time, money, and effort each of you put forth to make these get togethers possible.
We leave the windows open at night to cool off the house after these hot summer days. But this morning, when I got up, the house was so cold! It really felt like fall already! And we're having a lot of smoke from the central and western Idaho fires right now. I imagine that Aimee's and Dixie's families might be having the same thing.
Before I forget, Gran leaned over to me during Sacrament meeting today, to tell me what hymns she wants sung at her funeral. I don't imagine that it will be any time soon...but I thought I'd tell you right now, so we all know. They are: 124- Be Still My Soul and
293-Each Life That Touches Ours For Good.
I don't know if Grandpa or Grandma have requests like this...but I think we should look into it! Gran specifically wants 293 because she thinks there might be some of her non-member friends there, and she'd like for them to hear it.
Below, I've included a few pictures of what Dad has been up to lately. He had to take the 4H trailer back after using it at the fair last week. And he was on the front page of the local paper while we were out of town. I think it's nice that he is thought of as a "straight shooter," in every way.
I think I'll be moving into my new office space tomorrow...we'll see if it really happens. There have been many delays, and I'm not sure how well I'll do, making calls with so many people around, due to the added noise, but we'll see!
Sam, I think we're all wondering how your arm is, and what the second xray showed. Please let us know!
Kevin, are you home for a while? We always enjoy seeing pictures from you trips.
All you grandkids...when do each of you start back to school?
One short story from our High Counselman, Brother Andreason, today. He told of when he was a missionary in Arkansas. The work had slowed down, so they decided to try something different. He and his companion took turns praying in another room, while the other sat at the kitchen table with a map of the town they were in. Then they were to write down what they felt, and share their list.They each were prompted to Cherry Street, no other street or part of town came to either one. They went to Cherry Street, and instead of knocking at each door, they walked along, and saw a pickup truck with Idaho plates. Elder Andreason felt it was a sign. They went to the door, and the woman who answered immediately began to cry. When she calmed down, the Elder said, "I saw the pickup from Idaho; I'm from Idaho." Well she started crying again. It turned out that her husband was from Idaho, she was from North Carolina, her husband (an inactive member), and she (a non-member), had moved to Arkansas from Idaho, two weeks before, and that he had drowned just one week before. She had been praying to know what to do with her life, and to know "where her husband was now." Then the elders knocked on her door.
I was very moved by this story, and felt that you might like to here it too.
I'm grateful for each one of you, and love you bunches!
Mom/Johanna/Nana
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