|catch the wave|
After sweet reunion with children in Seattle area and Arizona, (see climbafamilytree123.blogspot.com) we landed for December and the first part of January at our little house to remember gifts and blessings, new birth, and celebration of others...
"A family that plays together stays together"
(If any of ye lack wisdom [teeth]...)
as are endings and new beginnings
|This is Aunt Merla, Verla's twin, who learned Swedish as a senior missionary, reading her poetry--some of which encourages us in our nine vegetables per day!|
We were set apart Sunday 11 January 2015 and the next day entered a large campus, joining 75 new senior missionaries and 2,000 + younger sisters and elders to learn to invite others to come unto Christ and receive the blessings of gospel living by personal change, exercising of faith, commitment to principles of sound living, and perseverance.
Our teachers, glowing District leaders, called to PCC, Hawaii
Learning to listen, to love and lift people rather than teach lessons, the strongest mandate from the pulpit was "to NOT have a heart attack" (experienced the week before, in a group twice our size.) We have worked hard to be obedient. And it has not been easy!
To our grandchildren, nieces and nephews--to explain about the MTC--you may like the FOOD. There were between three and four choices of entrees nearly every meal--and Val often had a special portion offered, without sugar or arthritic aggravates. One of our favorite focuses was meeting other couples, from near and far, headed for near and far, having served zero to twelve missions.
"I cannot believe how 'everything came together' for us just before we came," was a common theme. We are still pray for the Holts, (two over to our left) who are waiting to receive a visa to serve in their call to Prague, where their son served, a place they had heard about from their long time Czech neighbors.
Our teachers served in among other places Tri-Cities, WA and Zimbabwe (#2, #3 bottom row)
The "coming together" is ever a process with us. Breaking a new phone, wrestling 600 GB backups, with varying success at hunting shoes and other hard to find items, we juggled packing and weighing bags to focus on weightier things, like holding grandchildren, embracing moms, and being awed by awesome children.
During our Provo stay Maria shared peanut butter, plastic forks, and a nursing roommate to monitor our blood pressure and encouraged us, again, to eat our greens, reds, oranges, and exercise often for healthy hearts!Finally, it came time to hit the "wild beyond."
Our flight was during the day, thanks to greasing of skids by kind travel helpers. One of our best tender mercies came at the gate, as Zach brought us to American Airlines, the attendant helped us sail through check-in, even with 10 bags. "I know about medical bags!" was the comment, and coming to travel security, we were met with a "You have been selected to go through screening without removing shoes or computers from bags!" which considering what we were carrying, proved a major gift.
Along the way, we met new friends from the States and from Europe, each with an interesting story. Arriving at the hotel, we slept soundly, and woke to a wonderful "Think it, and we'll serve it!" meal, from breads, to omelets to juices of every make or model.
We got to sneak a peek at the Guatemala CCM (MTC or missionary training center) and then
passed a temple that our friends from Honduras and Nicaragua would travel for eight to eighteen hours to attend
prior to our Tegucigalpa temple being completed.
Percy, our greeter at the airport and chauffeur for our five hour van ride
from Guatemala City (city of 1.2 million in south central Guatemala) to Cobán (2nd largest city, population 250,000; 136 miles northwest, in central Guatemala)
(shown directly above, experimental gardens begun by German immigrants)Percy shared his love for our temple friends, the Amados, who blessed and prayed with Percy and his wife to realize their dream of becoming parents--after what seemed an interminable wait, the Salazars are currently raising twin daughters. Percy also shared an experience similar to our Tom, of being an employee and making a difficult choice of beginning a family-operated business. And as a counselor in one of the Guatemala City missions, he told us stories of missionaries "coincidentally" being transferred to areas where friends they had mysteriously lost had recently moved.
"You have arrived!" were words echoing from our family history visit with Val's parents with our English automatic Garmin tour guide.
You are looking at our dwelling place for a time (note an 18 month calendar!)
balloons and map, included.
Looking out and beyond our office...here is "home."
After meeting our new president and his wife (from the Midwest US and Guatemala, respectively; they having met in the Peace Corps, having raised their family in the States and later returned to Guatemala to create water systems and assist in Guatemala City to organize church operations throughout Central America)
they bid us a fast farewell to travel five hours for interviews in a town halfway to Lake Isabel on the eastern side of Guatemala.
Personal interviews happen quarterly with each missionary, where each has one on one time individually with President Curtiss, Sister Curtiss, and the two assistants, where they are encouraged in their personal growth, desires to serve well, get along with companions, or whatever might be on their plate.
Learning with our MTC group that our job is to receive missionaries (as well as electronically document their goings and comings and good works) the reception of our first few days included two missionaries who went to school with our previous home teacher, and a good friend of the daughter to Maria Ligia, our Nicaraguan temple angel.Our first day focus ended up being wrestling communication connections (following up from our plague at the MTC which yet remains to be remedied in a satisfactory, affordable way.) Sunday, we met member neighbors
and witnessed deep, hard to release bonds that flow with serving, loving, and having to leave.
Three handfuls came in and about three handfuls went home in the space of a couple days. Each had personal time with their president, time remembering miracles, defining moments, and preparing for future choices.
|Elder Gomez has worked in the office twice and is on his way back to Argentina. |
|Sister Curtis is an artist with comida (food) and in loving missionaries.|
|Elder Santisteban (right) gifted me a copy of his code to learn Q'eqchi|
With smiles and tears...
how sweet it is, to confirm that shared goals and common trials bring long-lasting bonds. "Till we meet...till we meet, till we meet at Jesus' feet!" rang the words of a hymn echoing beyond blended voices in Cobán, with arms extending outward to circle wards, stakes and temples afar...to embrace families at home, ready to lift up textbooks and future callings as ward missionaries, visiting teachers, brothers, sisters, and friends.
And here we stay, poised to run our own race
to hold our "baton"* do our part, and hope our goings (and comings) will bring the joy and heart stirrings that we felt these past few days.
News from other parts--youth in Amber's Young Women group have been encouraged to "Look UP!" (see right)
Toby (aside from being a bit energetic) got rave reviews from his trainer and is liking having longer hair. Amused at his walking a treadmill alone, we are resolved to tag him!
Seeing video of Eleanor and Thomas soloing in a school concert with "Let's Get Together" (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Grandpa and Grandma are trying to see if we can dance such a song without tripping.
Pinewood derby time approaches with older and the younger scratching heads to produce the ultimate design. Speaking of designs--we are grateful for slopes in future home showers, as we find squeegee-ing quite a job without no slope!
|Flat is good for shoes, and flats, but not showers!|
More about wet--rain hit yesterday. Awaiting "lodo" or mud with sandals (still hunting elusive comfortable hush puppies!) But the sun smiled on our departing friends who made it to the Guatemala temple with minutes to spare (temple workers held a session for them.)
We heard that in Q' CHI (an indigenous dialect spoken here) the way to ask "How are you?" is "Masa la Chol"...or "How is your heart?" Maybe you will join us, in reaching for our number one mission rule--"No heart attacks!" And, as Riley explained to us yesterday, there are many possible Latin answers to "How are you?" What if together, we work to making the answer: "prodigialis, prodigiosus" (fantastic!)
Elder Val and Sister Laurene Starkey
|To our grandchildren--do you know you are loved?|
Send us updated pictures if you want us to have better wallpaper!
Oh! The "PINK" photo below is for Eleanor, Zoey, Amelia, Savanna, Evelyn, and granddaughter #12
"in the oven," who we learned Sunday will be PINK, due June 10th! Speaking of gaining balance, grand-girls are due to match the boys--six to six!
Because phones are not working as we like--presently accessible apartment internet connection is slower than dripping molasses, with burgeoning assignments from the absence of months of senior couple office help--a few of us are echoing Zacharias, father of John, exiting the temple--slow of speech.
This being said--we are grateful that you may be blessed with rapid fire internet. Use it to bless someone else (we want to be on your list!)
Blessings to you, Elder & Hermana "Estar Aqui"