Bonnie was talking with one of our daughters-in-law yesterday. She said, "I really don't want to ask but...." It was sort of funny. Everyone hates to ask us if there has been any progress on our mission call. Especially when we have to answer in the negative. They feel sad for us, and know that we hate to admit to them and to ourselves that nothing has been done. At least nothing that we can see.
So, on this Monday, once again I admit that nothing has been done, at least nothing that we can see. We still await our interview with our Stake President. We assume that things are being done, but who knows.
As I was home teaching yesterday, one of the sisters I home teach said it may be ironical if we receive our call about one year after we started this journey, or around June 9th, or in about nineteen days. I agree. Maybe when I started this blog I didn't realize it, but the count down was to our receiving our call, not to going on a mission. That would be fine with me.
On June 9th, we will be camping in Spanish Fork, enjoying our reunion with my kids and grand kids. Who knows what will happen around that day, but whether we do or not, it will be a joyous day to celebrate 40 years with my sweet wife, companion of my upcoming mission.
Well, tomorrow marks seven weeks since we submitted our paperwork. Seven weeks could turn into seventeen, or even one hundred and seventeen. Seven weeks is only around 50 days. That is all. Father Knows Best. And we are patient, or learning patience through these waiting days.
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