Sorry, but I have been posting a bit later these days because I am not living in my home, I am tending grand kids for one week. Schedules have been interrupted.
The bishop called last night and asked how we are doing. I said we are doing fine, waiting. He said that he wanted us to know that we are not forgotten, and that they brethren are just taking their time, longer than he thought they would. He went into the Internet, and often he is told when the missionary is assigned a location. But for Bonnie and I, the notation at the headquarters is still pending. So, since he is usually told a few days before the missionary receives his call, we have at least a few more days to wait.
I heard a story yesterday told my our secretary. She said that she was in Chuck A Rama, eating and there was this large group eating also. They seemed to be waiting, and sure enough soon a young kid came into the restaurant and sat in the center seat. They gave him is large envelope. Silence reigned and he opened his call.
He read, took a deep breath, read it again, took another deep breath, and closed his eyes and promptly fainted. Dead faint. Fell on the floor. I asked where he was going to cause such a scene, but she said she was not going to approach the total stranger, after he fainted, and ask where he was assigned to serve. Nice.
I don't believe Bonnie and I will be doing the same. But you never know. I don't know whether it was the location, the timing, or just hyper ventilating? Who knows, but what a good story.
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