** DAY 43 -- The Razor

We are out spending money.  Bonnie has purchased many of the clothing she will need.  I have not even thought about it.  However...

Last Sunday, before the meetings started, I was talking with the bishop.  He asked if we were ready.  I said we were getting there.  He looked at me and said.  "Not."  He then said I needed a hair cut.  He said I needed a shave.  And he went on and on.  I guess I am not ready.

Well, yesterday, I shaved.  It took me about twenty minutes to shave when I felt I was done.   I remembered what my bishop said last week and looked closely at my lovely face.  It looked as if I had not even shaved, and I had whiskers everywhere.  I just finished shaving and I had whiskers still.  I could see why the bishop said I needed a shave.

So, I threw my razor into the garbage.  I told my wife I think I needed a new razor.  She just started to laugh.  After I finally calmed her down and she could talk again, I asked her why she was laughing so hysterically.

She asked me when my father had passed away.  He passed in 1999, or about  13 years ago.  When dad died, I inherited his razor. He had used it for many years and I was grateful to get his.  So, I had shaved this morning with a razor that was at least twenty years old, and it was showing signed of wear.  Again Bonnie laughed.  "Signs of wear?"

So we figured we ought to purchase me a new razor unless I wanted to spend half of my mission shaving, and when finished shaving, you couldn't even tell that I had shaved.  So one of our purchases yesterday, on Saturday, we purchased a new razor, a purchase for our mission.

As you can see, there are many unforeseen things that need to be purchased, arranged, and prepared for our mission.  A razor is just one of the unplanned purchases that hit me like a boat load of whiskers.