We had our missionary meeting this morning from 9-2. It is so wonderful to meet with the Senior Missionaries.
I love these wonderful dedicated Senior Missionaries. They each bring so much to the table spiritually and figuratively. We always have a spiritual feast and then a food feast ;o}
The insights that they have into doing the work is always a shot in the arm. I so love each of them. I am adding the Gerber's picture. They do not do baby food LOL, but they milk goats and make their own cheese (which is yummy) I learned more about goats and the benefits of drinking goat milk than I ever knew. Did you know that is the closest thing to mother's milk than anything else?? It digests in 20 mins, while cow's milk takes up to 24 hours.
Ok, that;s probably more than you wanted to know about goats, but I thought it was really interesting. Elder Gurber is 85 and in excellent health.
The other neat story was about family history of course. We had our meeting and I just had gone back to copy a paper I needed and then practice the piano. Well, Elder Simpson comes in and tells me that a couple had just stopped by and they were wanting to find a headstone in the Tuba Cemetery. Our cemetery has no rhyme or reason to the layout if you could call it that. They just dig and drop basically. Elder Simpson directed them to the cemetery, then came in and told me what had just transpired.
I said that we had indexed every readable marker and that I could probably give them the information. So I got in the truck and went up to find them, which I did. It turned out that they were actually looking for the cemetery in Moencopi. I spoke with with Sister Drew and offered to let them follow me. She asked if she could just ride over with me and her husband could follow us.
I went in and asked permission to go into the cemetery and take a picture of the monument over there. The lady at the desk said it would be fine, so we walked out and crawled under the low wire inside the gate. Sure enough Stephen Martinsdale Farnsworth was
on the marker, but then Sister Drew added that her older relative had said that their was a bronze plaque where he was buried in the southwest corner. Well, the sand is about 2 feet deep in that area, so I felt there was little hope of finding it.
We walked back to the monument and about 15 feet to the north west there is a tombstone. I decided I would check that name. There it was Stephen Martinsdale Farnsworth. with the exact dates of his birth and death. I took their pictures behind the tombstone with the monument in the back.
Sister Drew said that she had said a prayer as they were walking through the sage brush that Heavenly Father would help them. Brother Drew had also said a prayer and then added that an angel had shown up to help him. What a wonderful experience it was for all of us..
I am so grateful for the tender mercies of our Heavenly Father and how amazingly wonderful he orchestrates our days, so that we end up in the right places at the right time. I am so grateful for the testimony I have of family history and if we are willing to make an effort it is rewarded in amazing ways.
Sister Olson
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