Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thankful Thursday

(I finished 8/26/10 of our trip.)

For over four years I've been stumped as to the perfect alliteration with which to send my boys out the door on Thursday. Today, even as I was giving them their good-bye kisses, it came out my mouth. "Have a thankful Thursday boys, find someone to say thank you to." This is my favorite farewell alliteration because I truly and deeply believe that when we "live with a spirit of thanksgiving...[we] will have greater satisfaction and happiness in life." (FTSoY)

Have you ever wondered what 500 hot dogs buns looks like?



James will be BBQing 500 hotdogs for lunch today. It's the seminary invite-a-friend Homecoming BBQ. He has averaged less than 5 hours of sleep this entire week staying up late and waking up early to read for his class. This afternoon he will cram in writing a paper due at 5:45 tonight before his class. Thank you James for all you do on this thankful Thursday.

I heard about this on the radio last week and it caught my attention. A 60 day diet of 20 potatoes a day. I couldn't do it, but I'm interested to see how it goes for him.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Wonderful Wednesday

"Have a wonderful Wednesday" is my farewell to the boys on this day of the week. This morning, no loose chains, and not nearly the rush. After they were so late yesterday, we woke them up 15 minutes earlier and they had to be dressed for scripture study.

Generally, it is coax and drag, drag and coax to get them out of bed and into the living room by 6:15 for family scripture study.

Except this guy. He wakes up crying to get out of bed and into the living room.



Can't you just read his little mind, "I just don't understand this stuff, maybe it's because I don't speak English yet."

On a different note. The last few weeks we've been able to hear a rooster crowing. I've loved it. Apparently not everyone in the neighborhood did. The neighbor boy came and told us they had to kill their rooster. We didn't even know it was his. So much for my country wake up call.

That leads me to another reality. We've lived peacefully and for 7 years without a constant entourage of neighborhood kids knocking at the door. Those peaceful years may be over. This afternoon I had kids walking in the door without even bothering to knock, and others knocking that I'd never even seen before. Fortunately, when it was time to go home, the kids who were playing in the house were kind enough to help clean up.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Terrific Tuesday

A "terrific Tuesday" is what I always wish the boys as they walk out the door to school on Tuesdays. Today, they were extremely late, and I knew Talmage would miss his bus. He actually walked back in the house about 2 minutes after he left with a chain that had come off his bike. So, it was my first drop off at Livingston.

Sariah, Hyrum and I took a friend and her kids out to Mom and Dad's to pick apples. I love that red delicious apples are actually purple if they are allowed to ripen long enough.

On the way to the kids' music class I was singing away trying to get them in the mood. When we were almost there and they were all completely silent, I said, "You aren't impressed are you?" Then, completely on cue, the one of them that doesn't talk responded, "Uh-uh."

Bryant's open house at school tonight. I tried to hold his hand several times, but he always pulled away. I joked with him about it. He said it was a little embarrassing. However, he wouldn't let me leave his bedside tonight without getting and giving a good night kiss. He also told me after school he had a crush on someone today.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Marvelous Monday

A "marvelous Monday" is what I wish my boys every Monday as they walk out the door to school. The following are tid-bits from our "marvelous Monday."

On the way to check-ups for Sariah and Hyrum, Sariah thoughtfully stated, "I do not know why Heavenly Father got squitos on this planet." I had to agree.

Sariah and Hyrum both checked out healthy and growing. I consider that one of the greatest blessings in life.

Hyrum fell asleep in the hiking pack at JoAnn's. Now there's a boy for you, bored by all those beautiful fabrics. We also purchased 10 yards of white muslin for Young Women's third annual Virtue Hike connected with this amazing talk and this amazing talk. Sariah told me that's what she wants to do for her birthday. Hopefully, the weather will hold out, and my sweet girl and I will be hiking Badger Mountain with our Virtue Flags on her birthday.

We took the scenic route on the way home so we could roll down the windows and smell the concord grapes as we drove through the vineyards. Enchanting.

I made a little headway on Jennifer's birthday present.

The Kirby salesman didn't show up. Yeah!

I got my work out up and down the road helping Sariah learn to ride her bike without training wheels, she's getting it!

And, this is what we did for a family home evening activity. Can you believe it on Sept. 27th?

We have such nice neighbors to invite us to use their pool.

Then, we sat around the table and ate chocolate we dug out of the freezer from Easter, a chocolate bunny. It was a hit. Even though the kids were arguing about who got the bigger piece, I couldn't help but sit there and think, "Does it get any better than this?"

I know I still have to finalize a couple days on our trip and the last day, August 31st. As if you needed anymore to read!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Happy Birthday Jen!

Jen, I really have been thinking about you and your birthday all week. Unfortunately, this is as far as I've gotten on your birthday gift.



For anyone who doesn't know my sister-in-law, here is a wee little bit about her. She was Valedictorian and Miss Othello. She was also in the top 5 in Miss Washington and won the category of poise. (She brings a great measure of refinement to our family.) She is an accomplished pianist. She graduated from BYU Idaho with straight A's and on scholarships. (And, as a mother.) She loves to run and read. She loves to learn, and I'm not just saying that. She researches things that are important to her and her family, like how to cook healthily. (We love her whole wheat pancake recipe.) She is quiet but intelligent. She is beautiful, inside and out. She loves her family, now recently of four. She has babies without epidurals! She has a strong testimony of Jesus Christ and his gospel, and lives it. And, she is humble. Very little of this I knew on this day:



I knew my brother loved her. I just didn't know how much I would come to love her too. Happy Birthday Jennifer!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Super Saturday.

Just finished up helping Talmage do his homework for 2 1/2 hours. (It's now after 11pm!) Then we found out it's not due until next Thursday!

Overhauled the boys' room. It was bad. Took Five hours! Convinced Talmage to take some photos of things he didn't want to part with so he would let them go. They are going to sleep in clean sheets and no clutter!

Absolutely fantastic RS General Broadcast. Off to help James fold loads and loads of laundry.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Tailgate Party

James is headed to his annual tailgate party before the Kamiakin game.

I finally completed my post on September 15th about our day in Kharkov Ukraine for anyone interested.

I gave Hyrum a whole strawberry today and turned my back. A few seconds later I discovered he had eaten the whole thing---stem and all.

Found a group of women who play basketball twice a week. Went this morning and had a ton of fun and got a great work-out.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Real Time

I haven't given up on finishing up on the last few days of our trip, but life happens and this week has kept me hopping.

Monday, was James's open house at seminary. In the past, because it was family night, I took the little ones to the open house and we usually left early because...well you know. So now, we take James dinner early and have an early family home evening at the seminary building.



The kids absolutely love going to dad's seminary. He has a few toys in his office that now even Hyrum begs for as soon as he walks through the door.

Tuesday, Hyrum, Sariah, and I spent the day making birthday dinner and birthday cake.
I had real hands on help. Hyrum even held the mixer and Sariah broke the eggs.

Hyrum's balancing act, which both he and I thought was hilarious.

Our favorite restaurant is Cafe Rio, but it is only found in Utah (and I discovered in Twin Falls, ID this summer). However, my good friend Lizza is a fantastic cook and she has some Cafe Rio recipes that rival the real thing. She did most the work, and hosted the dinner of some 20 adults and 30 kids at her house.

Happy Birthday James!

The food was so good, I ate too much and got sick. (I haven't done that in a really, really long time.)

The next day was our Young Women Daddy Daughter Disco Night. I spent the morning running around getting gift cards as prizes for the evening's festivities. We also took lunch to James since it was his real birthday and that's our tradition. Thanks to my mom I had this fabulous costume which she made for my sister.



Best of all, I think the girls and their dads had a great time.

Catching up...

Today was Talmage's first day at Livingston Elementary in the Spectrum Program. The principal called on Tues. and having put much thought into it, and consulting with Talmage, we felt this was a great opportunity for him. He was excited but nervous. Plus, he got to ride the bus home! (That was the reason he wanted to go to kindergarten.)

Bryant just barely cried his was through his piano practice because he refused to do it earlier. He was so tired. I've been working for as long as I can remember trying to teach time management to the boys and have failed over and over again. I'm hoping tonight was miserable enough to motivate him to get it done sooner from now on.

Sariah and Hyrum went to sleep at the same time in the same room tonight! Sariah has about 8 sight words in a stack of flashcards that she can read. She doesn't let me miss a day of "school" and "homework".

Hyrum came stumbling out of his room crying on Sunday night after I put him to bed. When he woke up Monday, I found him pulling himself onto his dresser to try and get out. I moved the dresser and have avoided further catastrophe. He did get a good bloody nose Tuesday with a nose dive off the back of the couch onto the wood floor. Today, he got his head pinned between the other couch and the wall. He is such a cutie dragging his blanket and stuffed monkey around.



Last, but not least. We've harvested our first gourds and I've made my first gift baskets. Pictures don't do them justice, but I'll post some soon.

If you want to see some really fun pictures, you should look on facebook at BriAnne Walker Huwe's Photography of this link.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Three weeks ago (083010)....

This morning when Sariah and I were husking our "indian" corn and discovering the lovely colors hidden on the inside, we were playing name that tune, her request. We took turns humming songs and guessing. My favorite...one that I gave up on and when I asked her what it was, she said she just made it up about picking pumpkins. It never did occur to her that it would be impossible for me to guess the tune of a song she just made up. Oh, I love that girl.

On Monday, August 30, we were really hoping to be able to attend a session and had been told by one of the new temple workers that the 12:30 would probably be our best chance. We hadn't brought our temple clothes with us due to our lack of space and although the temple didn't have rentals, there was a brand new distribution center on temple grounds. We decided to be early so we would have enough time.

The mission office is on the temple grounds so we dropped off the things that we weren't going to pack all the way home---medicines, left over duct tape, hand sanitizer, Noxema facial wipes (for overnight trains), all those goodies. After our session, James planned to leave his suit.

There was a rush on the distribution center and there was only one cash register so we stood in line for almost 2 hours. We visited with the people around us, and stood behind three young couples all scheduled to be sealed that day.

We did make it in time for the 12:30, but the session was full. There had been people from as far away as Siberia who had come for their own ordinances and sealings without prior notice to the temple. The temple was as chaotic as I've ever seen a temple to be, but it was a joyous and reverent chaotic.

We waited some more.

The 2pm session came and they had a few seats left. We successfully completed the work for a native male and a female in their own language, in their own temple. We left our temple clothes for someone in need.

In the restroom on the way out I ran into Katya. She was about 11 years old when I served in her branch and a quiet sweetheart. She has since served a mission and grown a true testimony of the gospel. Her family has gone through tremendous trial losing her father and a sister in the last few years. Her and her mother have a wonderful testimony of the Book of Mormon and the power it has given them in hard times. She had attended a sealing of some friends with her boyfriend, Leonid. (She was the one who made James and I white handkerchiefs for the dedication.) In the restroom she told me that he had just proposed to her in the Celestial room and that she had accepted. I was so excited for her!

Katya at far right with her family in 1998

With Katya and Leonid just after they were engaged.

This is a little of what we saw on the grounds before leaving.

No fanfare. Just a simple, beautiful occasion.

Afterwards, it was hard to leave knowing it was the end. However, we had an overwhelming sense of gratitude, fulfillment, and wonder.

We picked up a few things to eat, a few souvenirs, and headed back to pack for our early (3am) departure in the morning.

As wonderful as everything had been, I was anxious and excited to see my little guys at home.

Total Approximate Miles Traveled: 15,613!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Three weeks ago (082910)...

On Sunday, August 29th, the first House of the Lord on former Soviet soil was dedicated by a living prophet. James got to shake the hand of that living prophet, President Monson.

We arrived at the temple an hour prior to the first dedicatory session. Our plan was to stand outside during the first session to be able to see the brethren come out of the temple to do the sealing of the stone with the mortar. Then we would attend the second session.

As we stood outside on that chilly morning we positioned ourselves so that we could see the choir and the brethren. We were standing right by an audio speaker and I joked with James that if there were any photos that made it to the Church News it would be just like Mike on Monster's Inc. when he is so excited to have his picture on the front of a magazine, only to discover his face is blocked by the barcode. James was trying to get in view of the camera. That's why the picture at this link is so hilarious. Scroll down to the ninth picture and find the audio speaker and see if you see anyone familiar.


We met some incredible people as we waited and walked the temple grounds. They all had wonderful stories to tell about how they found the church and the journeys they had taken to get there that day. One really fascinating story was that of Harold Lazarus from Tanzania, Africa. He had come to Kharkov, Ukraine to study pediatric medicine along with four other Africans. Two of his black friends had been killed as a result of racial prejudice. He had played soccer with some elders at one point, but lost contact. His father died, he had to postpone his schooling and return to Africa. He beat the odds and made it back to study in Kharkov. He found the church, married in the temple, has three children and now serves as the YM president in his branch. His big white smile and happy countenance was energizing. The Lord works in mysterious ways!
James with Harold Lazarus.

We also met Carol Makita from KSL news in Salt Lake.
Our celebrity shot.

And some old friends. Dima on the right was the branch mission leader in my first area. Now he is married and working for the church in Moscow. He was a standout then and his whole family is now.

With former Donetsk missionaries.

We attended the dedicatory session and were seated in the terrestial room. A repeating theme in the decor of the temple is shafts of wheat. It is symbolic not only of Ukraine, known as the "bread basket" but also of the Savior as the "bread of life." It's beautiful. We had forgotten our white handkerchiefs but a sister made us ones with an embroidered picture of the temple. It is one of the most precious things I brought back. My mission president, President Manzhos, spoke at the session we attended. Our cups ran over.

We lingered on the grounds afterwards just to be a part of the feeling there.

It is a tradition of sorts when the missionaries return home, the members of the church gather on the platform of the train and sing, "God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again." As the saints started to return to their homes that evening we kept up their tradition and stood on the platform and waved good-bye to them.

Saints returning to Zaporozhe. The brother in the tie and the sister in the red live in an outlying village and take turns commuting to church on Sundays. They made a great sacrifice to be able to both come the distance to attend the temple dedication. In their train wagon there are just rows and rows of bunks with no dividers.

We came home that night with the feeling of overwhelming gratitude for the privilege of being a part of something so spiritual and historical.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Three weeks ago (082810)...

On Saturday, August 28th, we arrived at the train station in Kiev early in the morning and although we had no hotel reservation we were feeling pretty comfortable with everything and we weren't worried about finding something. Our only concern was that we had to be at a certain metro stop by 9am to meet up with other people from out of the country to go on a bus tour of Kiev.

That's the beginning of a phenomenal day. Now I'm like 3 or four days behind, but I'll get there. This afternoon and evening we were out on the farm reveling in the first fruit of our autumn gourd harvest. There are some beauties!

We found a hotel not far from the temple and were happy to find in comfortable and clean. A nice surprise was that many of the performers from several countries were also staying there.

At 9 o'clock we met up with many former missionaries, young and elderly (including a senior couple I hadn't seen since the beginning of my mission) and went on a guided bus tour of Kiev. We were able to see many historic places and specifically, many places historic to rising of the church in Ukraine.

Specifically important is this is a statue of Prince Volodimir who lived in the late 900s. He brought Christianity to Ukraine. In the garden surrounding this statue, Elder Packer and the early missionaries in Ukraine stood as Elder Packer dedicated Ukraine for the preaching of the gospel.


This is a man we just happened to pass in the traditional Ukrainian costume.

Our tour ended at the temple where there was a picture taken of all the former missionaries present (except me because we got hung up talking to someone).

On the way back to our hotel we had to take a picture of this manhole because it hadn't changed in the nearly two weeks we were gone and is SO typical of the way things are done. James even had a companion who fell in one while he wasn't paying attention---TWICE!

That night was the cultural event, a night never to be forgotten.

From my journal: August 29, 2010
"Perhaps the most powerful moments for me occurred last evening on the way to the cultural event. We came from the farthest subway stop away. As we came closer we would begin to pick out a member here, another there [by the way they dressed and conducted themselves]. The closer we got to the center, a small group would form and we'd make a metro transfer and a few more would join. As we got to the final stop the group was a significant percentage of the metro car. As we exited other groups from other directions joined. As we surfaced, hundreds of saints from all directions were headed to the Palace Ukraine. I couldn't hold back the tears as the words of scripture came to my mind, "one of a family, two of a city." They were literally being gathered into a group of thousands. It was powerful."

At the event I was able to meet up with Slava who was a little eleven year old when I taught he and his mother. He has since served a mission and is now a leader among the young adults in Kiev.
Each of the nine countries were represented during the production in their native costume and dance.

Afterwards, we ran into my mission president and his wife. He was in a hurry and had walked out the doors when he came back and handed James tickets to the dedication with seating inside the temple. James so wanted to be in the temple for the dedication and we acknowledged that yet another prayer was answered in a very real way.
Myself with Sister and Elder Manzhos

We were very reluctant to leave the feeling was so wonderful.

I was asked to share some of our experiences in sacrament meeting after we returned. It seems appropriate to add my talk here since I referenced Elder Packer's dedicatory prayer often.

My testimony today is that “the Lord’s thoughts are not our thoughts, neither are our ways his ways …for as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are his ways higher than our ways, and his thoughts than our thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9) His vision is infinitely broader than ours. His work is occurring and will continue to move forward. It is our privilege and responsibility, but also our choice as to whether or not we will take part in it.

It is also my testimony that although his ways are higher than our ways that does not mean he is distant or unconcerned. In fact, he is very near and familiar with the details of our lives.

I remember specifically a conversation my family had one morning on the way to church when I was a young girl of probably 10 or 12 years old, prior to the fall of the iron curtain. Along with my several younger siblings, my Dad and I imagined the places we might be called as missionaries. We talked about the people, the food, and the wildlife we might encounter in such far off places. I remember pulling up to a stop sign and Dad saying, “Who knows, maybe by then, one of you will be called to Russia.” At that time, in my mind, being called to Russia was like being called to Mars.

About nine years later, I was studying abroad in Mexico when I received a broken phone call from my Dad in Basin City, Washington. My family had received the big white envelope we had all been so anxiously awaiting. Over the distance my Dad read, “you are hereby called to serve as a missionary…you are assigned to labor in the Ukraine Donetsk mission, Russian speaking.”

In 1842, Joseph Smith prophetically declared, “Our missionaries are going forth to different nations, and in Germany, Palestine, New Holland, Australia, the East Indies, and other places, the Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear; till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.”

I have seen this prophecy in a small way fulfilled.

I also remember exactly where I was on a late Sunday in July 1998 when our branch in Kharkov Ukraine heard the announcement of the construction of the Kiev Temple. It was Sunday and we were meeting in the schoolhouse we rented on Sundays. Sweltering in the summer, frigid in the winter. The excitement of the news was nearly tangible.

It’s now been twelve years since that announcement. One of the longest periods of time between the announcement and completion for any latter-day temple. Yet, except for the early temples of the restoration, the Kiev temple is the only temple built where the church is less than 20 years old. This is a direct fulfillment of prophecy. In 1991, Elder Boyd K. Packer dedicated Ukraine. He said,

“We are gathered here as missionaries and as members, a small group. This gathering is a prescient of the tens and the hundreds and the thousands and the hundreds of thousands that will yet join thy church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in this land. We see the day when there will be scattered in the villages here and there a member and yet another member and then a gathering in and then a branch and, in due time, stakes of Zion set firmly and permanently upon the fertile soil of the Ukriane. And in due time the spires of temples will be seen across this great land.” The first spire now stands in stark contrast to all that surrounds it on a busy highway.

Interestingly, in that same dedicatory prayer he said, “Bless the young men and young women to find one another, to pledge their love to one another, and to bring children into this world under the bonds of the sacred covenant and to raise them in righteousness.” The morning following the dedication we stood in line at the distribution center to buy temple clothes in order to attend a session. We stood behind three young couples, all scheduled to be sealed that first functioning day of the temple.

Equally as impressive as the miracle of the construction of the Kiev Temple are the miracles that have occurred in the lives of the individuals who live within its reach.

As we visited with these saints they recounted experiences I had long since forgotten. I share them only as a witness that small efforts can make lasting differences when we act on the Lord’s direction and errand.

Victor Beloyc told of a night when his family was struggling both financially and spiritually. My companion and I dropped in that night with a bag of apples and a spiritual thought. After 12 years that was still a vivid memory for him. Now actively involved in the church, the gospel of Jesus Christ has changed Victor’s life.

Lyudmila Bodabetz shared the memory of my companion and I visiting with their family one evening. We asked them if they were reading the Book of Mormon everyday. When they responded negatively we had compared spiritual food to physical food, and challenged them to read the Book of Mormon each day that they ate physical food. She then shared how they took that challenge to heart and how it has blessed their lives. Since that time, their family has lost their father and their oldest daughter who was at the time carrying twins. Their challenges have been severe, but the power of the Book of Mormon has carried them through. The other daughter, Katya, has since served a mission and on the first day after the Kiev Temple was dedicated, her companion asked her to be his eternal companion as they sat in the celestial room. She accepted. The gospel of Jesus Christ has changed the lives of Lyudmila and Katya Bodabetz.

Twelve years ago, Valentine Evashina, his wife, and toddler daughter seldom made it to church. My companion and I decided to work to strengthen their testimonies. We visited them in their basement apartment, read the scriptures with them, shared our testimonies, and challenged them to live the principles of the gospel. We also taught them how to make an all American rootbeer float except with orange soda. Valentine now serves as the branch president, his wife serves in the young women organization where his daughter is one of a few young women. He said they hardly eat ice cream any other way. The gospel of Jesus Christ has changed Valentine’s life.

When my companion and I began teaching Elena Nazarenko the fundamental principles of the gospel, she was struggling with cancer in a sub par medical system. She was depressed, discouraged, hopeless, and struggling to put food on the table for her 11-year-old son. She took hold of the gospel and step by step dug her way out of a dark time in her life. She sacrificed to go to Frieberg, Germany to receive the blessings of the temple. Her son served a mission and sang in the temple dedication choir. She rode with us on the overnight train to Kiev for the temple dedication and testified that although her challenges in life haven’t changed all that much, her outlook and approach to them has. Her whole countenance reflected that testimony. The gospel of Jesus Christ has changed the life of Elena Nazarenko.

“By small and simple things are great things brought to pass.” (Alma 37:6)

Multiply that by thousands of missionaries in hundreds of countries and one can get a glimpse at how the Lord brings about his purposes. Imagine what it would be like if we so diligently fulfilled our responsibilities as home and visiting teachers. Those effects could be multiplied by the millions and surely the “stone…cut out without hands” would soon fill the earth. (Daniel 2:34-35)

Along with the building of the temple there was another interesting facet of the Lord’s work occurring. In direct connection with temple work is the prophecy given by the Angel Moroni to the boy Joseph found in the 2nd section of the Doctrine and Covenants.

Elder Packer went on to pray, “As we dedicate this land, our Holy Father, we remember those who have lived here in generations past and now are gone. We pray that this moment might be the beginning of an emancipation of their spirits in the world beyond through the sacred sealing ordinances of the work for the dead that Thou hast revealed. We pray that there will be an outpouring of the Spirit of Elijah, that the names will come forth, the records made available, and the ordinances performed for them in temples in other lands and, in due time, in temples in this land.”

There is a man in my last area by the name of Andrey Novikov. We also worked with him and his family as less active members. He worked long days at the open market selling honey. When we would go to buy honey he would place a dab of each flavor one after another on the back of our hands until we decided on one. He small apartment was filled with boxes of papers and documents---family history and geneology was his hobby. But this was before the internet in Ukraine and the work was laborious. As the internet evolved, and he was able to accomplish more research faster, more and more people came to him for help---member and non-member. Finally, he couldn’t keep up his honey business and do geneology. Now he is a full-time genealogist traveling from city to city in Ukraine gathering the links to the chains of Ukranian families as the hearts of the children turn to their fathers.

We also thought it was fascinating to learn that the people we spoke with who had received their patriarchal blessings were from the tribes of Dan, Manasseh, Judah, Benjamin, and Ephriam.

At one point, during the proceedings associated with the temple dedication, President Monson told of President Kimball’s sentiment concerning temples. If the people can’t get to the temples, we need to bring the temples to the people. Hand in hand with this inspiration was the revelation President Hinckley had concerning smaller temples. We here in southeastern Washington are directly blessed by the Columbia River Temple, a result of that revelation. The temple was brought to us.

I know at times I take this great blessing for granted. I remember being brought back to my senses listening to Elder Holland in the Spring Conference of 2004 telling of some of his experiences as he and his wife served in Chile. I share it with you:

Jeffrey R. Holland, “‘Abide in Me’,” Ensign, May 2004, 30

The Punta Arenas Chile Stake is the Church’s southernmost stake anywhere on this planet, its outermost borders stretching toward Antarctica. Any stake farther south would have to be staffed by penguins. For the Punta Arenas Saints it is a 4,200-mile round-trip bus ride to the Santiago temple. For a husband and wife it can take up to 20 percent of an annual local income just for the transportation alone. Only 50 people can be accommodated on the bus, but for every excursion 250 others come out to hold a brief service with them the morning of their departure.

Pause for a minute and ask yourself when was the last time you stood on a cold, windswept parking lot adjacent to the Strait of Magellan just to sing with, pray for, and cheer on their way those who were going to the temple, hoping your savings would allow you to go next time? One hundred ten hours, 70 of those on dusty, bumpy, unfinished roads looping out through Argentina’s wild Patagonia. What does 110 hours on a bus feel like? I honestly don’t know, but I do know that some of us get nervous if we live more than 110 miles from a temple or if the services there take more than 110 minutes. While we are teaching the principle of tithing to, praying with, and building ever more temples for just such distant Latter-day Saints, perhaps the rest of us can do more to enjoy the blessings and wonder of the temple regularly when so many temples are increasingly within our reach.

As we walked away from the temple dedication we were a few steps behind three hobbling babyshka, or “grandmothers.” James grabbed some of the things they were carrying to lighten their load and asked them where they had come from. They had traveled two days on a train to attend the dedication and were headed to the train station for their two day return. As we walked, I asked one of the ladies if it was all worth it. She responded “а как же?” or, “are you kidding, of course!” A few minutes later I watched her unfold some brown paper parchment to pay her bus fare, and I saw inside a few neatly sorted small bills. I knew this journey was no small sacrifice physically or financially. As the hymn teaches “Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven.”

I use as a bookmark in my scriptures something Elder Featherstone said, words which I trust. “I promise you that all who faithfully attend to temple work will be blessed beyond measure. Your family will draw closer to the Lord, unseen angels will watch over your loved ones when satanic forces tempt them, the veil will be thin and great spiritual experiences will distill upon this people.” – Vaughn J. Featherstone As selfish as it may be, one of the greatest reasons I attend the temple is for the promise that unseen angels will watch over my children when satanic forces tempt them.

What James and I were a part of recently is the direct result of many miracles guided by the hand of the Lord. A working temple on former Soviet soil is historic. However, one need not travel half way around the world to be a part of miraculous temple experiences and be a part of sacred history. The blessings of the House of the Lord are as close as the mall or Costco or PF Chang’s. Each time an ordinance is performed for the living or the dead, history is changed for that person and his or her family.

I guess the bottom line is this: In the blessing of having a temple so close, do we recognize what we have within a few minutes of our homes, and do we treat it as such?

There was one thing I felt on this trip that as a missionary I never felt. Inside the walls of the temple I felt at home. Although as a missionary I became accustomed to the culture, the places, and the people, and loved all of them, I never experienced that same feeling of being “at home.”

It is my faith that there is a home with our Heavenly Father where our spirits long to be. Here on earth, the closest thing to that home is the temple. For now, our Heavenly Father longs for us to be there.


Friday, September 17, 2010

Three weeks ago (082710)...

Lately, we have had a lot of impatience and raised voices at our house (actually not mine). We had a family home evening lesson..."Let us oft speak kind words"...but nothing seemed to change. I have prayed and pondered. One day I talked to Bryant about the fact that he's only going to live here until he's 19, and then once he goes on a mission, it will never be the same again. Surely, we want this time to be a peaceful, happy time, not a short-tempered, yelling time. I could see that at least the thought made him think. Thankfully, I have noticed some improvement although we have a long way to go. He was voice in family prayer last night and it went something like this, "please bless that 19 years will pass like 72 million." I'm not sure that is what I had in mind, but it was heart-warming.

Having our annual Home & Visiting Teaching BBQ tonight so I need to get ready for that, but a quick one about Friday, August 27th.

One sister, to whom I have remained close over the last 12 years, is Valentina Golyenko. When Sister Robinson and I set out on our first day in Zaparozhe to street contact she and her grandaughter were the very first people we talked to. We taught her and worked with her my entire time there, and she was baptized the week after I returned home. Through letters I have watched her grow in her testimony as she prepared for the temple, received her endowment and served in the church. Although we hadn't done much visiting in the homes of the members because of time, we set out for her apartment to visit.

Of course she fed us a real native meal. In Ukraine there is a common dish called varyeniki. It's a piece of dough the size of the mouth of a cup, filled with something, then folded in half, sealed and boiled. I really like the potato variety. This was part of our meal except it was filled with something else. I have learned, if I'm going to eat something anyway, not to ask. James either hasn't learned that or curiosity got the best of him. In response to his inquiry, we learned we were eating the kidney and liver variety.

Valentina's family 1998.

Valentina, her husband, daughter-in-law and us 2010.

My entire mission I had prayed that I might be instrumental in the conversion of an entire family. Whole families joining the church are extremely rare. It was October 1998, on a cold, rainy Sunday evening when my companion and I were tracting. It was getting late and the dismal weather tempted us to go home a little early, but we determined to tract one more building. That night we met Valeri and Tanya and their two children. As we got to know them they showed us a picture of their wedding. Imagine our surprise when we saw that the best man was our current branch president! We worked consistently with them and they slowly progressed. Within a few months after I returned home, they were baptized. They remained active for 5 years, but slowly came to church less and less often.

They were the one family I really wanted to find with the time I had that day before we headed to Kiev. From what I'd heard it wasn't much of a chance that I'd find one if either of them home. When we finally found their apartment we were up against the new security with the entrance to the stairwell locked and no one answering the telecom. We didn't have to wait too long before someone exited the building and we caught the door and snuck in.

When I knocked, Valeri responded and I told him through the door it was Sister Wells and asked if he remembered me. He said of course, to wait a second and he'd put some clothes on and let me in. (When we used to tract, that was how it was at every door unless they just didn't care and opened the door in their underwear which, wasn't rare either.) Both he and Tanya were there, and once again we felt like a miracle had taken place. We talked about our families and the gospel and told them that not only did they need the church, but the church needed them. We left them with a one dollar bill and encouraged them to use it as a book mark in their Book of Mormon. Tanya gave me a ring which I cherish. I think everyone felt the spirit and they felt our love.

Valeri and Tanya 1998

Valeri and Tanya 2010

We had a few hours before our last train ride to Kiev. We decided to walk Prospect Lenina and enjoy a beautiful afternoon. We saw a wedding at this park:



And James thought the entrepreneurs in the park were ingenious. They were selling rides for kids in the kid cars driven by a remote control operated by their parents. James thought that would be fun for everyone.

One of the woman who I taught as a missionary hadn't had the money before the train tickets sold out to buy a ticket so we gave her one of ours since we had bought a cabin of four beds (two bunks) for safety. What a neat thing it was to be able to visit with her for awhile.

When my companion and I began teaching Elena Nazarenko the fundamental principles of the gospel, she was struggling with cancer in a sub par medical system. She was depressed, discouraged, hopeless, and struggling to put food on the table for her 11-year-old son. She took hold of the gospel and step by step dug her way out of a dark time in her life. She sacrificed to go to Frieberg, Germany to receive the blessings of the temple. Her son served a mission and sang in the temple dedication choir. On the overnight train to Kiev for the temple dedication she testified that although her challenges in life haven’t changed all that much, her outlook and approach to them has. Her whole countenance reflected that testimony.

Elena, her son Slava, and I. (This picture isn't the best of Elena, she now looks much happier.)

We ate Elena's wafers and our oranges for dinner. James said the restroom on this overnight train was the worst. I held out until morning when we could find a restroom in Kiev.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Three weeks ago (082610)...

Sariah woke up yesterday morning and said, "Mom, I have to tell you about my dream." When I pulled her up on my lap and looked into her eyes she said, "This is a true story." I couldn't help but laugh and say, "A true story?" Matter-of-factly she said, "Yes." and told me about her dream. Isn't that so funny?

Hyrum just woke up early from his nap, not happy, and when I tried to console him, he wouldn't have it. He deliberately walked into the boys room where Sampson the turtle resides. I lifted him up for a better view, he indicated I need to feed Sampson, I did. I laid him on a pillow at my feet and now he is asleep again. (Thankfully.) Now there's a boy who feels strongly about taking care of his pet.

On Thursday, August 26th, we woke from our restful night's sleep in separate beds and the window open (no AC again) to gather our things, take a walk to the meetinghouse in the center of the city that I'd never seen, and head for the bus station. We were headed to Zaparozhe, the area where I served the last 4 months of my mission as the first sister missionaries in the city. (Almost celebrity status.)

Before we left, I wanted to make the walk and see the church building in center. There is something about seeing that plaque with the engraved words, "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints" that is miraculous to me.





Lyudmila Bodabetz escorted us to the bus station where we discovered our bus was more like a 15 passenger van without any luggage compartments. We were in for a 5 hour ride in a hot van with 19 passengers, and all our luggage on our laps.
19 people, no kidding!

Our view most of the time since the curtains were closed to keep out the scorching sun.

From time to time someone would get off and there would be an empty seat for a suitcase until someone else got on. Most the time we just let our luggage take up the tiny aisle. Between head-bobbing naps we saw freshly turned dark soil:



fields of sunflowers:
We would even stop at random places and pass packages off to people. It's a little bit of an unorthodox system, but they've got it figured out. AT such stops, this is what we'd see:



By this time, it all seemed pretty routine. What I was much more worried about is that I still didn't have an address or time for meeting anyone in Zaporozhe and this was my one night to see people. As we drove into the city, nothing looked familiar except Prospect Lenina, one of the longest main streets in Europe.



I was so relieved when we didn't have to look far to find a familiar face in the crowd.

Valentina Golyenko was the first person my companion and I talked to on the streets of Zaporozhe after we dropped off our luggage the day we arrived. She and her granddaughter, Arina, came to church the following Sunday. We worked with her and watched her grow in the gospel for the three months I was there. She was baptized the Sunday after I left. She, another sister, and a brother with a face I knew but couldn't quite place at first, were waiting for us. Within a few minutes I knew the brother, Valentine Evashina.

Twelve years ago, Valentine Evashina, his wife, and toddler daughter seldom made it to church. My companion and I decided to work to strengthen their testimonies. We visited them in their basement apartment, read the scriptures with them, shared our testimonies, and challenged them to live the principles of the gospel. We also taught them how to make an all American rootbeer float except with orange soda. Valentine now serves as the branch president, his wife serves in the young women organization where his daughter is one of a few young women. He also said that now they hardly eat ice cream any other way. This was his daughter then:



The YW in the sunglasses on the left is her now:

It's not a Mormon get together unless you have refreshments---in any part of the world!

The man in the picture at the right is Andrey Novikov. We also worked with him and his family as less active members. He worked long days at the open market selling honey.



When we would go to buy honey he would place a dab of each flavor one after another on the back of our hands until we decided on one. His small apartment was filled with boxes of papers and documents---family history and geneology was his hobby. But this was before the internet in Ukraine and the work was laborious. As the internet evolved, and he was able to accomplish more research faster, more and more people came to him for help---member and non-member. Finally, he couldn’t keep up his honey business and do geneology. Now he is a full-time genealogist traveling from city to city in Ukraine gathering the links to the chains of Ukranian families as the hearts of the children turn to their fathers.

Also there that night was Yekaterina Vyelichko. She was present at the very first Relief Society homemaking night held in Zaparozhe. Her, one other sister, my companion, and I.

First Homemaking in 1998.

With Yekaterina 2010.

We all reminisced together. I asked about others who weren't there. We told them about our family. True friends once upon a time, are true friends forever.



When we made it to our hotel (with A/C!) our balcony looked out over the fountains that I would see every night on our way home. Sometimes they had even been lit up with colorful lights. It wasn't too late, so we went down to walk around...



and found another pizza place!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Three weeks ago (082510)...

One of James's secret goals during the trip was to make people smile. It's just not Slavic nature, especially "on duty." During the night, James made a border patrol officer very excited when he gave him a $1 bill as a souvenir. He was almost giddy.

On Wednesday, August 25th, we arrived in Kharkov, Ukraine---my old stomping grounds!

Again, we arrived before the metro opened, so we sat outside the train station in a park on a lovely morning. (After we were attacked by the "vultures"...again.) We ate what we had left of our night's provisions, watched the stray dogs, and the man next to us feeding the pigeons.

Train station 1998

Train Station 2010

When we arrived at the center square, a large cobblestone square with a statue of Lenin at one end, it was a disaster. August 24th is Ukraine's independence day and there was a BIG party the night before.

Center Square 1998

Center Square 2010

Center Square 2010

We found our hotel and once again discovered we were in a room with no AC and there were no other availabilities. (One of the disadvantages of booking online is you can't always note your preferences. We also discovered the walk-in price is usually a few dollars less than the online price. But, I guess you aren't guaranteed a room that way.)

We had a time and place of the get-together scheduled that night combining the branches that I served in. The day hours were the only I had to hunt anyone down or see my areas. So we were off to my first area which had a metro stop constructed since I was there. That would have been nice. When we surfaced there was one very familiar landmark:

Soldier Statue 1998

Soldier Statue 2010

but so much else had changed.

Kids home from school, more later.

(continued 092010) We walked along the road I walked so many times. Saw the bus stop where I got on once when the bus was so crowded that when the doors shut my backpack was on the outside of the bus!

Enough had changed that I wasn't positive which building I lived in but we think we found it. And the building sign said "internet here"!



This caught our attention:
Talk about the power of music. It says, in English, "Rap, Sex, and drugs. That's all for me."

This was a familiar sight:
Fresh Milk (most likely with fresh tuberculosis)

We also saw the open market where I did my first grocery shopping.



It was no longer really "open" as every table had its own roof, unlike formerly. When I went my first time to go shopping on my first p-day, my companion informed me not to buy any fruits or vegetables that were unusually large because they might have radiation from Chernobyl.

This was a photo we took in Kaliningrad, but this is also what you'd find at an open market.

That's a pig head in case you can't tell.

I saw my favorite cleaner, Dax (my brother's name).

In 1998

In 2010

Then we took a bus to the outskirts of my first area. They are actually in the process of completing another metro stop to that area.

This was our apartment then in 1998. We lived on the 15th floor and I was only there for a month and a half, but the elevator never broke! We were so grateful. I once got stuck in an elevator when in was between floors. We had to pry the doors open and jump down onto the floor from 3 or 4 feet up.

In 2010

We also saw the school house we used to rent for church. It was frigid in the winters and sultry in the summers. It was were I was when the construction of the Kiev Temple was announced in 1998.

Bird's eye view, 1998 (U-shaped building at left. Taken from our 15th story apt.)

School House 2010

We tried to find the mother and daughter, Tatiana and Oksana, with whom I had my very first discussion and who were eventually baptized. With the new telecom locks we weren't even able to get into their stairwell.

We headed for my second area, Saltovka.

We caught a bus from the metro that had the name of the street of a lady with whom we worked with as a less active. She lived in a house which was uncommon. She was a school teacher and had a beautiful garden out behind her home. She was soft-spoken, but intelligent and spiritual. When we got off the bus, we were at the wrong end of the road, a long road. The houses were numbered in the upper 200s and we were looking for 48. To make a long (frustrating) story short, it was a looonnnggg, hot, dusty walk that was more like a hike because the "sidewalks" are very different in the areas where there are houses as opposed to apartments. We finally came to #48, but a large dog prevented us from entering the gate. Having come this far, I wasn't about to just leave. So I yelled for her. Her Dad came to the gate and said we just missed her. He's not a member, but James warmed him up and we left our info. in hopes she'd try to make contact.

For those who may want to know, it was Lyudmila Kydlai I was looking for. This is her Dad.

So after two strikes at trying to find people I was a little discouraged and coaxed James into just getting a taxi to our next try. It was so worth it! And, we found Antonina and her family, with whom we spent extensive time as missionaries.

In 1998 with Antonina (front center) her daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. (Look, it's you Heather, since you are probably the only one who has stuck with this lengthy post.)

In 2010. The teenage girl sitting next to me in this picture is the toddler I'm holding in the picture above.

Boys home again and I'm still not done.

(continued again)

We then visited the building where I spent the most time as a missionary.
It's not much to look at but just as the people of Alma loved the land of Mormon because "how beautiful [it was] to the eyes of them who there came to the knowledge of their Redeemer," likewise I feel about this building. This is the window I would sit at every morning while my pail of water warmed on the stove to study the scriptures. Here is where I felt the Spirit teach me daily like never before. Here is where I would look down from 5 stories to the passers-by and wonder what it was that determined my birth into a righteous LDS family in the United States of America when so so many knew nothing of these matchless blessings. A humbling thought daily.



1998 Where I'm standing was an open dirt area. Every day the merchants would set up shop. At night, when my companion and I would return home we would walk across the bare dirt singing, "Have I Done Any Good in the World Today?" Sometimes we would be walking across several inches of ice---in fact, every night from Nov. through at least February. My favorite was when it was so cold that the moisture in the air would crystallize and the surrounding lights would reflect off the crystals and it would be "snowing" glitter. It was also in this area that I saw a dead man on the ground with a chalk line around him.

2010 Now, the area has more permanent buildings. Including a donut kiosk. Yum.

These were the only donuts we had. You buy them by the kilogram and often, they are still warm.

I was sure that one sister with whom we worked would not make it to the evening's gathering. She was elderly 12 years ago. Elderly, but amazing. She would pay her tithing on her allotted pension even when she didn't receive it. She also fasted although she had serious problems with blood pressure and diabetes. I often think of her when I think about true faith.

We found Dyucye. Although she now suffers from dementia and didn't remember me, she was kind. By the end of our visit, she said she remembered me but I'm not sure. I'm so glad we found her.

Dyucye 1998

talking in her apartment

2010

We then headed to the church building, the thought of which boggled my mind. It was a wonderful sight.

2010

There we were warmly welcomed by faces that had faded into dreams, but were as real as ever. They had a whole program for us complete with a tap dancer. Many spoke of their memories of the time I served. I shared with them my love and testimony. James had them laughing. I was so grateful to be there with him. For him to meet the people I love, and for them to meet him.



It really was a joyous reunion.

We headed back for the hotel...and we found a pizza place. It was so good. I had mine gone before James even got done with his facebook post.

And so, by the length of this post, you can see, it was a very long day. One I had been looking forward to for a very long time.

Approximate Total Miles Traveled: 7962