We had a wonderful sabbath. Went to church in downtown Sydney with the YSA ward. Lunch with Elder and Sister Maudsley and Stokers. Music fireside presented by the young missionaries. It was beautiful
When we arrived in Canberra, on Tuesday afternoon, it was so awesome to finally be in our assignment. The winds practically blew our car off the road and we dodged kangaroo carcasses all along the 3.5 hour drive. We found our flat, unloaded our car and went across town to the Costco. We brought our purchases back, had dinner and then went a few kilometers to a local mall for groceries. As we were getting lost trying to find where we'd parked our white car (most cars here are white) a fellow ran up to us with a big grin. He introduced himself as the Stake executive secretary. We had just prayed that our first priority was to meet the Stake President. Brett was so kind and immediately put us in touch with President Stuart. He even shared a cookie with us as he directed us toward the parking. So, last night, Wednesday, we drove over to the Stake center in Garran and had the best meeting ever. President Stuart was just ...
On Sunday, Evelyn gave a talk (I spoke of it in a previous post) in which she told the story of being able to perform "magic" on her grandkids, in Wyoming, by stopping the 4X4 at different places along the trail to make the distant trees change in their "numbers". Her experience was a great way to point out that things can "appear differently" because of where we are standing. That happened yesterday because of an individual seeing something from a different perspective. A parent called, from one of the local wards, and wanted to meet with us. When we asked why they wanted to visit with us the answer was enlightening. "Well, you are the Stake Young Adult advisors and my child is one of your young adults and I need your advice". It's hard to argue with that. We had a delightful experience sharing the concerns of a parent whose child is standing at a crossroads. I am hopeful, and prayerful, that we might be an instrument in helping thi...
It was a good weekend and there was much to be grateful for but it's one of those reports where I have to admit that the results were different than desired. Saturday morning we went over to the Lyneham church and helped with the setup for collecting items to be distributed to those who were suffering from the bush fires. It was a relatively easy time and several people were there to help. At one point, I walked across the street and introduced myself to an older fellow who was trimming his bushes. His name is Alan and he's a widower who has lived in that home since they built it over 60 years ago. He practiced law and they raised three children in the home. He spoke of his wife and children with great affection. His wife planted every tree and shrub on the property. Alan referred to his home as a "sort of Eden" and I agreed. We attended church, at 9:00 in the Black Mountain Ward in the hopes that Sam, our friend from the lake, would att...
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