Missionary Monday

We have several family members currently serving missions around the world. Mondays are the days we usually get letters from them. It was very difficult for them to hear of their uncle’s death when they are so far away and unable to return.

Our nephew, Justin, got permission to call me from France. His call was so comforting. He bore his testimony in French then English of the plan of salvation, the love of God and that death is not the end.

McKenna says, “Needless to say, I’m taking this one hard but I’m continually reminded about how this separation we are going to experience with Amos is so small in the eternal plan of God. But the growth and closeness we will gain with our Savior is immeasurable. I have so much respect for the Abplanalp family and their continued faith. Not only did they have enough faith for him to be spared; they also had enough faith for him not to be. This is the kind of faith that is required from the Saints of God.”

Carlie’s letter from Texas said in part, “Hillary and Abplanalp family I LOVE YOU! I know there is literally nothing I can say to make this easier but I know that the power of Christ and His atonement is beyond anything we encounter here.”

Sheridan sent these words… “When I entered the MTC I decided I wanted to improve my prayers. I made it a goal and was working really hard at it. When Elder Anderson visited us he promised that as I prayed for strength I would know that the Lord lives. I was also blessed at the MTC to know that God knows me and loves me. When I got to Vegas I just felt a lot of adversity and really doubtful of myself and lonely.

On Saturday night I read my emails and was told my uncle Amos passed away. The neighbors underneath us were blasting Rihanna and my talk was unwritten and my companion was in the other room writing in her journal. Even though I didn’t feel like it I got on my knees and prayed for strength for myself and my family. I know my Savior lives and I know Amos will live again. I know God knows me and my family, it was one of the most powerful prayers in my life. I’m not a very outwardly emotional person but I sobbed.”

I love these missionaries and their faith strengthens me and buoys me up in these dark days.

I was up in the night tracking hurricane Irma. Amos’s dad was hit but is ok. They lost a lemon tree and went without power but they were unharmed and we are so thankful.

My childhood friend, Adrian, sent me this beautiful picture of my family. I love it so much and it reflects the letters of our sweet missionaries and their testimonies of the Savior and eternal families.

Cousin Court of Honor

Amos told Porter to tuck his shirt in, but he responded, “I can’t, it’s too short.” He’s had this shirt since he was an 11 year old scout and it still fits him aside from the length issue. We didn’t anticipate him being over 6ft at 15.


My sister Christy is so smart. She realized that several of us had boys who had recently earned their Eagle Scout awards but hadn’t had a court of honor.  Tonight we gathered to celebrate and honor cousins Justin, Kyle and Porter at one special Eagle Scout Court of Honor.

Amos had to come home from work early today. Being pumped with chemotherapy while at work is a drag. Hopefully tomorrow will be the last day he will have to bring the pump to work.

My sister Amy took care of the dogs while we were out of town and she brought them back all groomed today. I was glad they were back. Amos needed a little comfort. We had to drag him to the court of honor and almost started without him when we realized he was sleeping on the couch in the church foyer just before we started.

I’m so glad he was able to be there to present Porter’s award. He mentioned that we didn’t help Porter much with earning his Eagle Scout award and it’s true. We left him the responsibility to complete the requirements on his own. Thankfully he had a great scout leader in Mesa who helped him with most of it. Amos mentioned Porter’s ability to get himself up every day for early morning seminary and get out the door by himself. I remember being his age and my dad resorting to pouring water on me to get me out of bed.

Speaking of my dad, he and my sister Sarah’s family who live in Texas, had a tornado last night. They had to do some emergency sheltering but are safe and unharmed.

My sister’s husband was making a large wooden box for their stake’s Pinewood Derby track and my sister was laughing because it happened to be the same height as my dad. When he asked what it was, they teased him that it was his coffin. Sorry dad. You can come hang out with us if you want.