Rolling Along

Well, it's official, and the papers are signed. THE HOUSE IS OURS! After much greif, lots of phone calls and emails and some headaches, we can officially call the house ours. Hopefuly the money will stop flowing out like a severed artery now...

I have my first job interview at the hospital here in Tyndall this next week and I'm a little nervous. Being that this is a small town and the total beds in the hospital equal the number I had on just my surgical/pediatrics floor at Davis Hospital, I have these visions of being there all alone with just a CNA. And knowing that this is the hospital that all the inmates from the state prison go to makes me a little leary as well. And as Sheila, one of my friends, put it once, I'm not sure I'm ready to be the "Queen Bee" lol. We will see how the interview goes though. It would be nice to be able to walk to work if I needed too. Especially in the winter when the roads get really bad with snow.

Living in a small rural community and attending a small church or "twig" as the members lovingly call it, has opened my eyes to the strength that those in the mission field must have. Having just come from Utah where everything is so available and so close together, you forget what it's like to live somewhere that the church is not the majority. I only lived there for 5 years and I am realizing how much I had taken it for granted. For those who have lived there all of their lives, they probably don't realize what they have. It makes a person wonder, "Would I have the strength and faith to live in such a place and still remain faithful." It only took one Sunday at this branch to appreciate the strength of it's Saints. It is quite amazing the spirit that I can feel in that little building with only 10 people in it. Some might think that the more Saints in one area, the more you will feel the spirit (since you are surrounded by it all the time). However, I would  argue that it's not the number but the quality. You can just feel the love that these members have for the gospel and for the curch and each other. Where they lack in numbers, the spirit makes up the rest. I got the opportunity to listen the the conversion story of one of the sisters who has been with the branch since it was even a branch. She tells a wonderful tale of holding services with just her, her husband (who has now passed), the missionaries and a friend in an old "shell of a building" on the Lake Andes Dump property that didn't have water, windows or places to sit. So for their first service they have a plank of wood on two cans with a coat for a table to bless the sacrament. Thankfully, the Elders were able to provide bottled water and bread. :) It is so interesting to hear about their trials growing in the gospel as Native Americans.

Ok, now that the Sunday speach is over, I have a few pictures to share with you.

Cache is just one step away from walking!!!

He loves the camera!

I'm constantly finding him trying to climb into or on top of things :)



Trying to help daddy on the computer.



 If you thought you only had to watch out for girls when it comes to your credit cards you were wrong! :)

Well that's all the news from this part of the world. We are days away from home and hours away from friends. But at least we have each other and a home to live in. I'm thankful everyday for the little things and life and sometimes the big things too :)