Today I had an occasion to go get some Kangen water at Hank and Lori's this evening. It was just before they were ready to sit down for their dinner. They invited me to sup with them.
We had Belgian waffles and some other waffles that looked like heart-shaped waffles out of wheat flour with homemade maple flavored syrup that Lori made. We had pleasant conversation and enjoyed one anothers' company.
I had another place to go for class I wanted to get to shortly after we ate. But somehow that didn't seem as important as spending those next few precious moments with Hank, Lori and their children.
Hank sat on the overstuffed chair in the family room, with the others seated around the room. Lori, I notice held little Klarissa in her arms, with Karoline snuggled up under her Mommy's other free arm. It was an angelic site and I looked for my purse to take a picture, but remembered I left it in my car. I had carried in my three-gallon water container and left my bulky purse. Oh, well it is embedded in my memory bank how they sat so attentive as Hank read in Alma about Abinadi and his sermon before the wicked King Noah.
It was a little bit of heaven to spend those few moments in there home as their guest and be able to see them do what they do and take time for nurturing their spirits by daily supp from the Book of Mormon. We had family prayer, Lori was voice.
Just as I left, Konner help carry my water jug out to the car; Hank was headed over for meetings at the Church and the others old enough were headed to YM, YW.
Kris was absent and had gone to play his favorite sport, Frisbee.
One announcement that pleased me was that the computerized mission papers for Kris are almost completed and we should here in the next month or so, of where he will be called to serve. It is a milestone for their family to experience this at this time in their lives. I pray for my grandson and his ability to rise to the call and become an ambassador of the Lord in the mission field.
He has no idea of the many blessings that await him in those two years of service. Blessings, not only to him but for each of his parents and siblings and how much it will mean to them to have him in the field. It is a unique time and brings many great memories of when his dad, Hank went to serve in Venezuela on his mission.
Funny thing, Kris looks a lot like his dad, in maturity and youthful frame when he went into the field, very young looking. It seems that these young men go out boys and come make grown men. I don't know how the Lord does it but he does it well, and for their sakes.
Remember, we will all be here to pray for you Kris, and what an Army of the Lord that you will become a part sooner than you may be ready. But, way to GO!!!
"When good men and good women face challenges with optimism, things always work out! Despite how difficult circumstances may look at the moment, those who have faith and move forward with a happy spirit will find that things always work out."
-- Gordon B. Hinckley
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