Bonnie returned from her walk and said she had a "vision" or just a strong feeling. She said that my parents were in the Spirit World preaching to people who were excited about the gospel, and we were going to a place to help convert someone to do the genealogy work for them.
It started my mind running, like it always does when I have a challenge, or a new idea. I guess as we get our call, and as we are finally permitted to be missionaries, then we can work with my mom and dad in bringing to pass the Eternal Life to many souls, whether here or not! That adds a new light on the missionary work we will be doing. I would propose that there may be many, many ways we will be working with those already on the other side. Maybe Bonnie's parents, her sister, my brother, and a myriad of other Spiritual Beings are feverishly working to find souls.
I went to a blog of another dear friend, Brenda Benedict, and saw her blog. Stan and Brenda are on their second mission. I looked at some of their pictures and got excited. It showed Stan walking down the dusty roads, showed it teaching in a large group of people, showed that he is much younger than me since I have the gray hair, and his is still dark, he must dye it. It showed me what a mission is like for them. I am excited again. I can't wait. But another day goes by and still no call. Is it fantasy, or is it real?
This is day TWO. That means in a couple of days, we will be celebrating our anniversary, and hopefully have our call in our hands. But based on past lessons in patience, based on everything that is trying to teach me patience. I would assume it will not come for a while.
Today we leave town for a couple. We are holding our annual WNP reunion, or our kids reunion. I believe Bonnie has it worked out that the mailbox will scream, send messages, put up a flying airplane, send a telegram if our call comes while we are in the mountains. We shall see.
Don't know if I will come down the mountain to post tomorrow, but I may. Day one, that is one that we have sought for a long time, that is tomorrow.
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