Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
New Pictures of Elder Grover
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| Happy Birthday Elder Grover December 19, 2010 Dear Family, Hey, thanks for the writing pads. How do you make 'em? Anyway, the power is out and we got a couple of flashlights out right now. So I figured I'd write you. It's possible we won't be able to email tomorrow...or laundry...It's kind of fun, though. Reminds me of Katrina. I'm putting a CD in there of the Lincoln 3rd Ward Video. I'm in it a few times. You'll notice all of the music in it...It's all done by people in the Ward. I particularly like the last one that starts the nativity stuff. You'll notice the pictures that show a bunch of different people. One is elder Lloyd. (brand new RM) Then there is Brother Grant's wife who passed away. Then, Sister Beach, the older lady with birthday cake. I actually knew her. We visited her the day before she passed away. She was born in Mississippi, actually. Then, I really like how it shows the temple...and at the end with Christ. It really ties it all into temple work and sealings. And then Christ, the power behind it all. We actually got to go to the temple Thursday and we spent 2 hours in the celestial room. It was a great experience. But, anyway the video portrays the great blessings of the temple. The hope that we have that we will be with our families later. Watch the video. It really invites the spirit in. But, anyway I really enjoyed going to the temple.....It was neat to just stay there and enjoy it. I would recommend doing that. Rather than sitting for 10 minutes...stay for a little longer. Anyway, things are going great here. Christmas is coming. Btw, I haven't gotten the last package you said you were shipping. I hope it doesn't get here too late if I get transferred. I don't know if I trust Elder Curfew enough., lol ....but thanks for everything. I really like these pads. This one the most. One thing about the area, during the winter, it rains ALL THE TIME. It will rain, then stop, then rain, then stop. It's kinda cool sometimes. When you're not in it...but it is one of those..."I'm on a mission" moments. But anyway, Can't wait to call you later. I think we should probably figure out when we are going to do it... Anyway, Merry Christmas! Hope y'all have a good one! Love, Elder Reo Grover |
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
A Missionary Christmas
This poem was just sent to me by Janey Foote. I love it and wanted to share!
A Missionary Christmas (author unknown)
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving, The thrill just wasn't there. No pictures taken with Santa Claus, My decorating has no flair, His presents are shoes, shirts and ties, two suits and socks...no fun. I've bought him all white clothes because...This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I've spent more time in the temple, my testimony stirred. I've reread November's Ensign, felt strength come from His words. Our family prays more frequently. My tears are quick to run. Abraham seems closer because, This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers gave their sons to war, Or how the pioneers chose Zion, their sacrifice was so much more. My loss will be his presence, I'll miss his smile a ton. For two years we will pray for him,I'm giving Christ my son.
I stare at his face when he's not looking. I memorize his eyes - their shine. He's always hungered for the part of Him that makes his soul divine. The stories and lessons he always heard, his choice and mine are one. I'll put my faith in God's hand this year,I'm giving Christ my son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter. I think I finally understand - Christ's birth should be celebrated by giving Him a hand. It's because I know Christ lives and reigns that all his packing's done. My gift has taken years to make, This year...I'm giving Christ my son.
I know there's One who understands the sacrifice I'm making. Who knows the gift I willingly give, the toll it will be taking. For He has done it all before - greater love, there could be none. For years ago God gave to me His only begotten son.
The hands I washed, the hands I held, the hands I taught to pray, now knock on doors to find the ones who will listen to what he'll say. Because I know Christ needs him until all the gathering's done, My gift has taken years to make.This year....I'm giving Christ my son.
A Missionary Christmas (author unknown)
I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving, The thrill just wasn't there. No pictures taken with Santa Claus, My decorating has no flair, His presents are shoes, shirts and ties, two suits and socks...no fun. I've bought him all white clothes because...This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I've spent more time in the temple, my testimony stirred. I've reread November's Ensign, felt strength come from His words. Our family prays more frequently. My tears are quick to run. Abraham seems closer because, This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers gave their sons to war, Or how the pioneers chose Zion, their sacrifice was so much more. My loss will be his presence, I'll miss his smile a ton. For two years we will pray for him,I'm giving Christ my son.
I stare at his face when he's not looking. I memorize his eyes - their shine. He's always hungered for the part of Him that makes his soul divine. The stories and lessons he always heard, his choice and mine are one. I'll put my faith in God's hand this year,I'm giving Christ my son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter. I think I finally understand - Christ's birth should be celebrated by giving Him a hand. It's because I know Christ lives and reigns that all his packing's done. My gift has taken years to make, This year...I'm giving Christ my son.
I know there's One who understands the sacrifice I'm making. Who knows the gift I willingly give, the toll it will be taking. For He has done it all before - greater love, there could be none. For years ago God gave to me His only begotten son.
The hands I washed, the hands I held, the hands I taught to pray, now knock on doors to find the ones who will listen to what he'll say. Because I know Christ needs him until all the gathering's done, My gift has taken years to make.This year....I'm giving Christ my son.
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