"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley
We were able to meet Elder Hall's parents at Fish Lake this past week. They took us fishing and we had to bring back the fish we caught with them and share. I think he was a little homesick. Sorry Elder Hall. (he goes home in 3 months. They both do actually). He helped us fry the fish. Digging in. I even tried it. sorry not my thing. Trevor even tried it. He didn't like it either. My mom has a missionary wall at her house. I'm gonna start one too. The elders came over tonight and taught our family the third discussion. We love our elders and the spirit they bring to our house.
I've finally started a blog to advertise my vinyl lettering along with some embroidery. Check it out. Great ideas for birthdays, weddings, baby showers, Christmas ect. click on the link under my friends list.