Friday, I had the privilege of teaching a lesson to about six investigators. The assistants to the President brought some of them, and a sister couple brought a few others. As I was taking a few minutes to prepare, I FELT divine influence. It was cool. I collected (through inspiration) a list of scriptures about Christ. It showed His pre-earth experiences through His post earth promised presence in our lives. It was fun, especially feeling the direction what to say, what to present. That is why I love to teach so much, just being used as His instrument.
We were driving along the other day, three lanes immediately narrowed to one, because there was a tire in the road. It was placed in a LARGE pot hole, one that could swallow a car, and that is the way to show drivers that there is a hole in the road.
I am SO PROUD of Sister Partridge. She just finished teaching a WHOLE semester of "directing music" to about ten kids, the class narrowed down to four to finish, but she did so well, with little help from me.
We will probably move into the apartment where the current mission senior couple lives. Our mold continues to grow and drop down in our bathroom, thus we will be moving January 11 or so.
We FOUND some duct tape. It is one of those items we take for granted there in the US, but we need some, and found some. It is surely more expensive since they have to get it down here, like many things, but we found it. NICE.
Tonight we are going to a capilla to sing Christmas carols for a time. It is still sort of challenging for me to think of Christmas when I am feeling so bothered by the heat. Perhaps after tonight, it will dawn on me that we are only days away from Christmas.
No power today except for emergency power so no hot water, so cold showers, and to top it off, little water pressure. Just some of the "blessings" we have down here. Love it. I am sitting in here while Bonnie is in some part of the apartment. Since my ears are not as good as they used to be, I wonder if she is babbling on, thinking that I am listening to her. She does that quite often, then I am held accountable for what she has said. She is getting good at that also, babbling...
Yes, I am. I was in fact in the tub (filled my teapot several times with hot water) babbling on. Living with a hearing challenged spouse has it's difficulties. When we're apart (which we never are very far) and I think he can hear me, I go on and on about important things of course and then he'll find me and say, "Babbling." So, in the tub I just wrote a new song. You know the tune, "Ye Elder's of Israel." OK, the chorus goes like this,
"Oh babble on, oh babble on...I don't think he's there.
He may not be listening or else he don't care."
To all you senior couples, you'd better be a-likin' your spouse because it's 24/7. Thankfully I do. We laugh a lot. Oh, and one more thing. The food we eat gives me gas. Alls I can say is, we don't call it El InstiTUTO for nothing!
This is a cardboard box Christmas tree that was found in the place where we do some of our shopping. Nice huh?
So, when they want to sell a pig, they go into the field and kill it, put it in the oven, then place the over cooked pig in the store and sell it's "PARTS". Anyone want a pig's head? It was quite attractive. The other little things in front came from it's body somewhere, who knows where???
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