Sunday, August 27, 2023

ABM (Arkansas Bentonville Mission) Senior YSA Missionary District Meeting (August 25 and 26).

 ...was held in Kansas City and surrounding areas.  The life of a senior missionary is varied and amazing.  We met up with three other couples from our mission who also serve as YSA/CES missionaries on Friday and Saturday of last week.

Because we live about 5 hours from Kansas City, we headed up on Thursday and spent the night in a hotel near the temple.

Stopped here for lunch--love the armadillo!

Jena found a heart shaped chip, so
she wanted a picture taken and sent to Sister Newbold
who collects heart shaped pictures
Kansas City--we have been here twice before--once Memorial day of 1978 when we came with the Busaths and went to the zoo and Worlds of Fun and then again in 1997 when we took our kids on a trip to some of the Church sites here, Worlds of Fun, and then on to Nauvoo.  Retracing steps brings memories of those times and also reflections on how I was and now I am now--it had a depth to the trip that I hadn't expected.
And someone thought it was a good idea to have metal pioneers along the side of the freeway.  There are also buffalos and I think some Native American ones as well.

I was surprised by Worlds of Fun popping up before I expected so just got this photo of a part of the rollercoaster as we drove by.  This isn't the one but my favorite rollercoaster ever was (is?) at Worlds of Fun from 1978.  We also saw the Beach Boys in concert that trip there which was unexpected but a very fun concert.
Our first sighting of the Kansas City Temple as we were headed to the hotel for the night.
Jena found this to watch on TV so we took a picture to post on our sibling thread.  The kids could definitely remember Tosha LOVING this show when she was little.
We then went swimming---well, Jena did.  I was looking forward to a hot tub or at least a warm pool, but this one was freezing and with an indoor air conditioned room, it was not pleasant.  Jena likes cold water so she thought it was great.

I was glad to fall asleep at a hotel 10 minutes from the temple, rather than come up in the morning like the other missionaries did, leaving at 6 or so am.......not a fan of that!

Ft. Smith Zone

Last week was transfer week.  There was some talk about who was going and who was staying but I don't think anyone expected what happened on Wednesday morning at 6:45 am when transfers were announced on our zoom call.  Ten of the fourteen young missionaries in our zone were transferred to other districts with nine new ones coming in to replace them.  (We had a threesome of Spanish-speaking sisters and now only a companionship which is why the difference in numbers.)  Four of the five sisters in our zone were transferred.  Craziness!!!  And sad, because I was sick, we missed our last P-day with them on Wednesday.

I was so happy that they took a moment when they were waiting on transfer day at the Springville building to get a picture together--


Now all of the missionaries that were in Ft. Smith when we arrived are now on assignments other places.  Big changes.  I am sure that the new missionaries will fit in and we will grow to love them, too, but these are some outstanding missionaries.

Five of those missionaries will be released in the next transfer on October 7, so we won't see them again (except for Sister Wassmer who is still in Ft. Smith) until perhaps back in Utah at mission reunions.  Some of them said they will come to hear us speak when we return home next year.  That would be amazing.

We also learned that Elder Goble, who was a YSA missionary when we first got here was assigned as a new assistant to the President (AP).  No surprise--he was an outstanding missionary and leader.

The other piece of news from transfer morning was that P-day will now be on Wednesday each week.  That is so the missionaries will be able to attend the temple once a transfer.  The temple is not open on Mondays.  It will be an adjustment for the young missionaries who have gotten into the pattern of work, Sunday, then P-day--but they will figure it out.  It doesn't impact us in the same way because our time is structured differently, but we do enjoy P-day with them from time to time.

'Til we meet again, sweet missionaries!


Ft. Smith YSA

Sunday we took a quick picture of our YSA branch--adding a few people with school starting so that is awesome.  Fun people to be around!

Gary liked that the Institute banner in the foyer
got into the picuture

but I like the faces better.
Front: Sister Wassmer, Brooklyn, Montana, Jena, Kylie, Sally, Mara, Roxy, Sister Cowley
Back: Gary and I, Logan (2nd), Danny, Chris, Evan, Lizzie,  Alex, Jacob, Kevin, Tim (1st), President Carter


Last Sunday, someone from the stake high council spoke and he said it made him feel about 20 years younger just walking into the chapel of YSA.  I know how he feels.....

We had Game Night this past Tuesday in Ft. Smith.  I wasn't there because I had a stomach bug. So Gary had to do the shopping and set up everything for the meal as well as run the evening.  They had fun without me as you can see.  Logan took the photo--from left to right, Lizzie, Jena, Tyler, Christian, Gary and Evan.
 


Monday, August 21, 2023

Never Stop Learning! (fireside talk in Clarksville- August 20, 2023)

(Pretty soon you will all be able to tell my stories since I have used this first story in another talk I recorded in the blog and the last story I used a couple of times in teaching lessons.)

NEVER STOP LEARNING!

Since we are talking about learning, education, and Institute, I am going to start by sharing a story from my sixth grade math class-yes, even at my age, I can remember things I learned.

“We had taken a math test and as was common at that time, we had switched papers around and were grading a classmate’s paper while the teacher read the correct answers.  A section of the test included several true-false problems where you decided if the completed problem was correct or not.  Number 16—I have never forgotten the number—the teacher said false and continued on.  I, however, knew that I had marked true on my test and was trying to redo the problem in my head.  It had to be correct—so around problem 20, I raised my hand and asked the teacher to give me the answer to number 16 again.  She looked at her paper and then said, “I said that it was false.” “Really?’ Then she did something unexplainable.  She said, “Let’s take a vote.” How many people said true—a little over half the class raised their hands.  “How many false” the rest voted for false.  Then she said, “I want you all to redo the problem and then we will take another vote.”  What—we are voting for the answer?  That is the great thing about math—if you apply the correct principles, you get a correct answer.  The second vote was about 25% for true, the rest for false.  Again, the teacher had us redo the problem and be prepared to vote a third time.  This time only 4 of us voted true.  And again, the teacher instructed the whole class to redo the problem.  I kept looking at the problem, but I couldn’t see anyway that it wasn’t true.  It was the correct answer.  But I also knew that I might be the only one that voted true in the next vote.  Maybe I should simply vote false and move on.  Afterall, it was just one single problem.  But I knew it was true.  This time, the teacher asked everyone who was voting false to vote.  As I thought, everyone voted false.  When she asked for those who were voting for true, I was the only one who raised my hand.  Then the teacher winked at me and the boy sitting next to me flung his hand in the air.  She turned to him and said, “Patrick, why are you voting true?”  “Because I saw you wink at Judy and then I knew that she was right.”  And then our teacher said that the answer was true and how important it was for us to not be swayed by others when we know what was right.  

I don’t know why my math teacher took time during grading test to teach this lesson—but I have been forever grateful. I have benefited from that experience in many ways throughout my life and I have used it in talks and lessons. I had times when I needed to stand alone and be not moved for things much more important than a math problem.  I could stand then because I had learned to stand unmoved that day in my 6th grade math class.

The lesson from that experience that I want to share with you is the reason that I was able to stand “unmovable” was that I was confident in my understanding of the math principles related to that specific problem. I liked math, I (usually) did my homework and I had great math teachers.

Now elementary math is something that is pretty important in daily living—knowing how to add and subtract, multiply and divide comes up frequently through the week no matter what “job” you finally end up in—even basic cooking is helped by basic math principles.  The same isn’t true in my adult life for Calculus or Trigonometry but for those in certain fields it is critical.

Learning math is important in the world that we live in today.

The Lord has taught us that learning is one of the important tasks of our mortal lives. 

In Doctrine & Covenants Section 88: we read--

78 Teach ye diligently and my agrace shall attend you, that you may be binstructed more perfectly in theory, in principle, in doctrine, in the law of the gospel, in all things that pertain unto the kingdom of God, that are expedient for you to understand;

79 Of things both in aheaven and in the earth, and under the earth; things which have been, things which are, things which must bshortly come to pass; things which are at home, things which are abroad; the wars and the perplexities of the cnations, and the judgments which are on the land; and a dknowledge also of countries and of kingdoms—

 

And why are we suppose to learn those things----

 

80 That ye may be prepared in all things when I shall send you again to amagnify the calling whereunto I have called you, and the bmission with which I have commissioned you.

When we think of the word “calling” or “mission” you might think that applies narrowly to callings you might receive within the Church or when you serve a full-time mission.  However, your entire mortal life is your mission and calling—it includes the family you establish, your services in the Church, your services in the community you live in, and the “work” you do whether in your home or in a job or career.  What the Lord is telling you and telling us is that learning helps us be prepared for ALL things He needs us to do.

Gordon B. Hinckley counseled graduating BYU students:

“We live in a world where knowledge is developing at an ever-accelerating rate. Drink deeply from this ever-springing well of wisdom and human experience. If you should stop now, you will only stunt your intellectual and spiritual growth. Keep everlastingly at it. Read. Read. Read. Read the word of God in sacred books of scripture. Read from the great literature of the ages. Read what is being said in our day and time and what will be said in the future.9

I love to read, but not everyone does.  But there are many options now with audio books, podcasts, and access to educational videos.  Be intentional and seek truth from reliable sources. You are still in high school and much of what you are to learn is determined by others—your teachers, school boards, and others—but do your best.  Explore your interests with your electives and extracurricular opportunities. Try a variety of part-time jobs to see what you might like or not like.

In all this “getting” of knowledge, don’t forget the most important focus—

Elder Oaks wrote:

We are commanded to seek learning by study, the way of reason, and by faith, the way that relies on revelation. Both are pleasing to God. He uses both ways to reveal light and knowledge to his children. But when it comes to a knowledge of God and the principles of his gospel, we must give primacy to revelation because that is the Lord’s way.19

In Matthew 6:33:

33 aBut bseek ye first the ckingdom of God, and his drighteousness; and all these ethings shall be fadded unto you.

Let me share another “school experience” where I learned the truthfulness of that scripture.

Let me give a bit of background so you can understand the story a bit better.  Elder Hall and I struggled having children and so when we had been married about 3 ½ years, I went to graduate school at BYU and studied school psychology. My second year of graduate school, I got pregnant and stayed pregnant (to the amazement of everyone especially our doctor) and two weeks after I finished my course work, our oldest daughter was born.

While my class work was done, I still needed to do my thesis—which involved setting up some type of experiment, do it, then write about it.  The first year of her life was way too busy to do anything—adjusting to a new baby, a busy calling in Young Womens, and Elder Hall’s travel schedule with work made it impossible.  However, we moved into a new home when she was turning one and I thought it was a good time to start working on my thesis.  I assumed I would be teaching a class in our new ward and I would have plenty of time to work on it.  I signed up for two classes—because you needed to be enrolled to use the library and other resources of the campus to work on a thesis.

One of the classes was a weekly class on Thursday nights at the Salt Lake BYU campus called Infant Development.  Things were set for summer semester.  I had baby sitters lined up, my idea had been approved and I was ready to start.

But that scripture started floating around in my head…”seek you first the kingdom of God and his righteousness…..” many times throughout the weeks before class started—as I prayed, as I played with my daughter, or worked in our home.  Right before my classes started for the summer, I was called into the Relief Society presidency and began a very busy time of Church service.  The babysitters often were used so that I could support the president in the needs and demands of our growing ward.  I was struggling just to keep up with the demands of my classes and did almost no work on my thesis that summer.

The Sunday of the last week of the term, I realized that I only had one day—Tuesday to research and write my final paper for my infant development class, due on Thursday.  I made arrangements for a babysitter all day and planned to head to BYU---back then—in the old days, you had to do research in person with a card catalog telling you what books and sources might help you. Elder Hall would be back in town Thursday and I could type it at his work—no home computers yet!! And turn it in that evening.

Monday night, I got a call from the RS president—she asked me if I was free on Tuesday—I told her my plans—We talked about a few other RS things and the call ended.  Immediately, the scripture came to my mind again- “Seek you first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you.”  I realized I needed to call her back and offer my help.  We spent the day taking care of a very difficult welfare situation.  I knew that I had done the right thing but I wasn’t sure how I was going to complete my final paper which I hadn’t started yet.

And then the miracle—Elder Hall got home early from his business trip which allowed me to go down to BYU on Wednesday late afternoon for a few hours from our home in Salt Lake.  On the way down, a different topic came to mind and while I drove, the entire outline was given to me.  At the library, for the one and only time in my entire school career, all of the books and magazines I needed for research were on the shelf, I wrote the paper at home that night, got some neighborhood children to add some drawings for me Thursday morning and turned it in that evening.  I got an A +---not because of what I did but because of the great blessing of a loving Heavenly Father—that day in that situation I was given specific help for a final paper for a 2 credit hour class—that was what “added unto” me as I attempted to seek the kingdom of God first…

I share this to illustrate that Heavenly Father loves us and knows us.  He wants us to learn and to grow and to develop our talents and skills.  He will help us BUT we must first seek Him and His Son—they need to be the focus of our lives and of our learning.  We need to seek learning so that we can be better instruments in Their hands to serve our families and our fellow brothers and sisters.  Scripture study, praying, serving, keeping the Sabbath day holy and keeping the commandments are ways that we become confident in Them and their promises. Seminary and Institute serve as one way to seek the Kingdom of God—by putting those things first, everything else can work out in the Lord’s time and way.  I can’t promise you that you will always get an A+ or that the Lord will give you an outline for a paper, but I know if you put Him first, you will be blessed in all of your righteous endeavors in the Lord’s way and in His perfect timing.  You will be able to stand even alone because you are firm in the knowledge and testimony of His plans for you.

Jena's Remarks About Learning

 She reminded me last night to not forget to put her talk on the blog.  Here it is!

I like to learn.

I liked to learn when I went to school.

I like history and learning about famous people like Annie Oakley and Davy Crockett.

Now, I like to learn at Institute.

I like to learn more about Jesus and how to be more like Him.

I like being with the other people who come to Institute.

We laugh and have fun, but we also learn and build our testimonies.

I Know Heavenly Father knows and loves me.

Jesus teaches us to love each other.

In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.


Saturday--A Crazy Day!!!

As mentioned in a previous post, our regular Thursday Institute class in Clarksville was bumped to Saturday so they could attend their ward BBQ and pool party. But other than that the only thing on our schedule was preparing talks for a youth fireside on Sunday which was also in Clarksville. So when we realized that Elder Gannon and Elder Campbell were the only set of missionaries that we hadn't taken for a meal or a treat, we decided to invite them for breakfast Saturday morning.  It is likely that one or both of them might be transferred this week and we didn't want to miss spending some time with them.  They have been great zone leaders. Elder Gannon has been here since we arrived and goes home in October and Elder Campbell goes home a transfer or two later.  They set the time at 9:00 am for IHOP. Perfect...

Then Friday afternoon we got an invitation to go to Bentonville for lunch to celebrate Sister Stephenson's birthday at the Texas Road house at 1:00.  Of course we said yes.  The Stephensons started their mission a week after us and work in the mission office over housing. It was fun to gather there with them, Sister Lowry the mission nurse and a brand new senior couple, the Ellises from Orem.  Sister Stephenson shares her birthday with a grandson who is 18 and they go to the Texas Road House most years together and get pictures on the famous (?) birthday saddle.  I didn't know it was a thing....her grandson had sent a picture of his ride on the saddle yesterday so Sister Stephenson was going to do the same.


Sister Stephenson on the saddle with our cute waitress, Madison

Then Sister Lowry had made cake for all of us at her apartment so all of us headed over there for cake and ice cream except Ellises who had an appointment.  It is great to be with other senior couples and to talk about our service and the great missionaries we serve with.

And then we left Bentonville and headed straight to Clarksville for dinner and class.

So to recap--
9:00-10:00 big breakfast with the missionaries in Ft. Smith
10:00-12:45 our drive the 80 miles to Bentonville through the back roads east of I-49 (more on that later)
12:45-4:20  eating lunch at Texas Roadhouse and then cake and ice cream
4:20-6:00  drive the freeway to Clarksville
6:00 pick up pizza for dinner
6:30-8:30 dinner and Institute--Gary and I did NOT eat--IHOP and Texas Roadhouse in one day is a lot!
8:45  short drive to do an apartment inspection at the Clarksville missionaries...
9:00-10:15 pm   heading the 70 miles back to Ft. Smith...

That was one crazy day of eating and driving...with some good conversations and a good lesson in the mix.  No time for preparing our fireside remarks.  Good thing we have afternoon Church on Sunday.

And so you won't be disappointed, here are some pictures from our Saturday morning drive through the backroads of the Boston Mountains. The roads were as dirty and tree-lined and as beautiful as the days before but I decided I have posted enough for one week of dirt roads and trees.

One of the signs on the fence said "Red Necked Area."  Not wrong!!!







We saw this cool bird which a friend said was likely a buzzard of some kind.  It flew back and forth in front of us before landing on the stump and posing for a picture.  He was beautiful when in flight.

We also saw deer in a few places, rabbit, turtle crossing the road--but the highlight was a yellow bobcat who crossed the dirt road about 150 feet in front of us.  I don't think I have ever seen a wild cat in the wild.  It was also a beautiful animal.  Gary says we need a dash cam so we can always be ready to take a photo.

To wrap up the week, we did head to Clarksville again on Sunday late afternoon for a youth/YSA fireside about Institute  (Gary's topic), learning-Jena's topic, and The importance of Education and Learning-mine.  Talks to follow....

Heading west going home from Clarksville, we drove toward the sunset for about 45 minutes.  Very pretty!  A good ending to a busy week!

Apartment Inspection Time

which means more traveling through the roads--many of them dirt and gravel--of NW Arkansas.  Even with the heat, it is so pretty here.

Last Wednesday, we visited Van Buren and Prairie Grove.....

We stopped at this small cemetery we had found on our last trip and took pictures of recent burials.

As usual, there are some fun Church signs along the way.  Can't argue with this one.
This--I had to google when we passed it.  Yes, it is a THING!  You have to be 21+ to attend.  There will be lots of beer, bands, and yes, BBQ steer testicles to eat! We will not be attending.  These are the little regional things that you would never know about unless you lived here.
As we headed home, we turned the corner and stepped on the brakes to avoid this herd of cattle who apparently had found an open gate from their field.  They were pouring out as fast as they could go!
This mural is in Ft. Smith.  They have amazing murals throughout downtown and as well as in most of the small surrounding communities.
We stopped at the National Cemetery in Ft. Smith where individuals from both sides of the Civil War and all conflicts since then have been buried.  The conflicts are listed on the back of the marble slabs.  It was a sobering list.




The art work on this mill's stacks is amazing!

On the side of a box car next to the mill...we had to drive around so I could get a good picture....
...of this beautiful mural on the front of the container.  It boggles my mind to think about the talent and work that goes into something like this.
Sunset on Wednesday night.....
Thursday--off to do apartments in Ft. Smith and Greenwood.  This was the treat this time.
Plus we provided a treat for those with super clean ovens this time.  5 of the seven earned the special treat.

First time ever, we saw a train on the train tracks and moving in Ft. Smith...Gary was so excited that he drove around the block to catch the train at its next street crossing!  It is a good thing we all like trains.  (My dad would be so proud.)
We headed out of Greenwood a different way and found this city park with a vintage bridge.  The city had bought the bridge years ago from another city and just stored it until they found the right place for it. It is now a walking bridge over the Greenwood Reservoir. 

Nothing like sightseeing in missionary clothes..

Flags and religious signs everywhere.  At first, it was too much for me.  So different from what I was used to, but now I like it and use these signs to remind me to think about our Savior and what He means to me.


This sign went the extra mile and actually provided magnets you could take for your car or home.

Friday, we headed to Mena......this is from the hometown drive in where we had lunch.
After the apartment inspection and lunch, we headed to the first part of Hwy. 88 that we missed last time due to our car's GPS directions.



As we were driving up Hwy. 88, I noticed that our straws changed colors as we drank them--responding to the cold of the drink.  Ours went from yellow to green and Jena's changed from white to purple.  I can't tell you how fun I thought that was.  Sometimes my eight-year old self has to come out--simple things can bring such delight..
Humans added their own touch to the walls, road and sidewalks of this view area...not really an enhancement.
Nature does it better...with rows and rows of tree-topped hills.
Heading up the road to the fire watch tower, the camera caught the light in an odd way looking almost blue in the middle of the greens.

The Rich Mountain Fire Watch Tower.....


We then headed back down the road to find an even more remote cemetery that Gary had found on his computer....

passed this interesting group of caged roosters.  Gary's guess is that they might be fighting roosters which is why they are all housed in different little cages.  What do you think?

Even with the dirt/gravel roads, this cemetery had lots of plastic flowers on many of the graves. The whole two hours we were driving on these roads we only saw two trucks and both were forest service vehicles.  We did pass several ranches and farms so people do live way out here.

Roads not only had rocks and ruts, sometimes it was muddy as well.  Our car was covered by the time we were through. 

The roads were remote enough that Gary had to clear off a tree that had fallen into the road so that we could pass by.

What a fun bonus to enjoy these wonderful back roads in the hills of Arkansas.

And the apartment inspections were the best we have had since we arrived.  They did a good job getting their apartments ready...and we were tired when we got home on Friday evening.