A New Calling...

Coming to the end of one....and starting a new....
Today is both happy and a sad day, as we met with Pres. Steve Collings this morning in his office at the Stake building.

Happy because Lynn has received a new calling in the church. He has accepted the call of a Service Missionary.

And Sad because we were released from our Stake callings of working with the singles,
(18-110+) The last two, out of four years we worked with the Seniors. Also Lynn Conducted the monthly stake meeting, and I was the Secretary for the whole group.
I so enjoyed working with the singles. I think it has been one of the most rewarding calls I have served in, and I have gained many friends. I will miss being part of them.

When informing a friend of the change, she said "You will be coming to Family Home Evening, wont you? Your in that age group..." I don't know, I said, I am not a single.

Lynn and I will continue to be the Ward Reps for the Seniors, for our ward and the 13th ward, until they call some one to fill our shoes.

I Remember Gene...

David, Gene, Launie....Grandpa Brimhall in the background

Eugene Murvel Walker ( Gene ) Was my third child. He would have been 33 years old today, almost 34. He was Three and a half, when his short life was ended. Injuries from a car accident.

He died Jan 29, 1975 in the JC Lincon Hospital, in Sunnysloap or part of Phoenix, Arizona. He was buried in the Provo City Cemetery, in Provo, Utah.

This is one of the last Photos taken of Gene, two months before he died...

Lynn's feelings...

Lynn's favorite saying for today:

I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel....
I hope its not the train coming this way....

A Tag by Paulette...

Paulette reminded me that she had passed on a tag. I am to go to my sixth folder, and display my sixth picture. My sixth picture I had recently used, a pan of dinner rolls. This one had been a recent save, so I was surprised to see it at the top of my folder, and seemed to fit the qualifications of the tag.

Surprise...

Both my husband and I attended church yesterday, being that it was Sunday. As Sunday school was letting out, I noticed that our Bishop was holding the door open for some folks and was holding it open for me. I am walking with a cane, so I walk slower than others. As I came close to Bishop Grua, he said "How are you doing.. WOM?" I was surprised he knew my nickname...then he added "I have read your blog!" Which surprised me even more....As soon as I arrived home, I brought my blog up to see what I had been writing and what he may have been reading....

The Old Peach Tree...10-14-99...

Outside my bedroom window stands a old peach tree. It is dwarf in nature, compared to regular size trees. It has seen many seasons change, in the past 20 years, or more. This one seems to be rushing faster, than all the others.

There is something very peaceful about this tree.
I love to watch the changes that come to it. At this time, its extra long leaves are starting to turn orange underneath, on the inside of the tree. As I watch, a gentle breeze blows some of the orange leaves away, falling on the ground in different places.

Sometimes I see bits of blue sky, where green use to be. I am not looking forward to seeing him loose all his leaves, which will soon come.
For it is time for this one to sleep.

Even though his branches will be empty and bare, there is still beauty here. And spring promises, pink blossoms, just around the corner.

With its branches almost touching my window, I share the pleasure of the old twisted cracked limbs, ...with a variety of birds, who come.
I love the humming birds, and the songs they sing. And Baby, one little blue parakeet, who thinks this tree is his, and loves it, just as much as I do.

December Angels...

Do you believe in Angels? Well I do...
There are Angels flying all around our ward. One December afternoon a family of Angels showed up on our porch singing Christmas carols, and caring gifts of a Turkey and stuffing, can goods, and cranberries, So we could have a Christmas dinner. Their kindness to us, ended up feeding three hungry families for Christmas this year.

Another Angel came and took over the cooking for all of us on Christmas day. Leaving me to spend alot of time off my feet. A great help for me, as my other hip is needing to be replaced and I am often in alot of pain.

More Angels showed up, by leaving a bottle of sparkling apple cider, with a card attached to it. How ever the names on the outside of the envelope was not ours. Thinking I could open the card, and see who it was from, I could call them and let them know they had delivered the bottle to the wrong address. I opened the card, but there were no names of who sent it. Only money in bills.

I called our Bishop, who lives next door, and explained what had happened and how I felt this needed to get to the folks it was intended for. After a few minuets he came to our home, I felt bad because it was late in the evening on Christmas eve, and I know he had family at home.

He seemed to know who the names were and told us a little about them and then I realised I had been her visiting teacher about a year ago.
While we were talking the doorbell rang and to our surprise, our Relief Society President stood on our porch, with a bottle in her hand, our names were on it, in the same handwriting as the other bottle. Sweetness filled the air, and puzzle pieces begin to fall in place. The contents of the card seemed to be from holly hands. The warmth of Two beautiful Angles stood before me...

Because of this wonderful mix up, Friendships have been straightened. I will keep in contact with my friend Ann, Perhaps I might be of some help, even if its just a hug now and then. We both commented on what a wonderful Christmas blessing it had been.

Other Angels live in Yuma Ariz, in the winter. Receiving a Christmas card from my brother and his wife, I was surprised to find a check inside, with a note that it might help with our health bills. I was so touched, they thought of us...and I know its needed more by them now. I don't think I can cash this beautiful gift. Just knowing how much they love me is enough...

Angels come in many shapes and sizes, but the warmth of their arms is unbelievable.... I hope someday when I grow up, I want to be a Angel, and give of my heart, as Angels do...