I read it and laughed – because of the irony. I KNOW Arizona. My father was born there. My mother was raised there. I traveled there at least once a year while I
was growing up to visit my sister and grandparents and aunts and uncles and
cousins there. My parents retired
there. My older brother, my older sister and my younger
sister all live there. I also laughed
because, really? Of ALL the places in
the world where we could have been called, Arizona???
But, you know, serving a mission is not about me and
Steve but about helping move forward the work of the Lord. It will be a continuation of what we have
done here in Columbia, Missouri the last few years and we won’t have to learn a
different language or deal with weird non-gluten-free food.
And, the more I thought about it, I realized I will have
the opportunity to get to know better and to fellowship family members that
live out there. Two summers ago when I
flew out to Phoenix and orchestrated some mini Fraedrich cousin and Young
cousin reunions – this is simply a continuation of that effort. And so I believe my parents in the spirit
world had a strong influence upon this call to serve in Arizona.
Finally, Steve and I are not planning for this to be our
only mission. Senior missionaries can
request specific mission assignments but for our first, we said “we’ll go
wherever we are needed”. NEXT mission, though,
I am requesting Nauvoo or Kirtland or Palmyra!
And maybe for a third I will request being a temple worker in someplace
exotic, yet English speaking.
Our big white envelope arrive on Saturday. And it was completely unexpected even
though I had been anticipating all week that it would come any day. That’s because on Friday, I called the Salt
Lake mission office to ask if senior missionaries had the capability of
tracking their call on-line like the young missionaries could. The sweet little lady I spoke to said
no. She did look up our names and told
me that our file was still on the doctor’s desk and that was the last step
before sending it to the Quorum of the Twelve for assignment. She reminded me that it takes 5-6 weeks for a
senior couple to be called, mostly due to medical considerations. So, after that conversation, I expected our
call to arrive the week of Easter. Plus,
on Saturday, the Southerlands came to visit so Steve and I were a bit
distracted during the day. Emily and I
went to the Women’s Broadcast that evening leaving Steve and Joe to feed and
put the kids to bed (which they did very efficiently). Steve didn’t even check the mail until after
the kids were settled in bed and he noticed the big envelope was from church headquarters
but his first thought was “NOW what medical issue needs to be resolved?” He opened it but only part way. When he saw the enclosed handbook, he
realized “oops, this IS our call and I better wait until Jeanne comes home”. When I did, however, Sarah and Joe were
chatting at the table, Steve was puttering in the kitchen, and I immediately
went to work finishing my t-shirt yarn project at the kitchen table, joining in
the conversation. It wasn’t until about
30 minutes later that I went to the bedroom where the mail was laying on the
bed that I saw the envelope. I came back
into the kitchen and whispered in Steve’s ear “why didn’t you tell me???” As soon as we could subtly get away, we went
back to our bedroom and that is when we opened up our mission call. And, then I texted the kids. And, because it was past our bedtime, we went
to bed. But, of course I couldn’t
sleep! SO many questions rattling
through my brain. Including the BIG
question – did that sweet little lady from the Salt Lake mission office lie to
me?????

Elizabeth and Carolina have moved their
things in and began teaching yesterday afternoon. Our basement storage is filling up.
We had a Russian dinner Monday night with Steven and the
Vornholt family. Molly was my cello
student for over five years and she is now a sophomore at Grinnell University
studying Russian. Her mother, Julie, and
I get together nowadays on a monthly basis to chat and do needlework
projects. Also in attendance were Molly’s
sister Catie and her brother Jack. We
had borsch, meat kabobs, a Russian potato salad, and a Russian version of fruit
shortcake for dessert. It was delicious
and fun.
I am learning a new thing – how to crochet a rug with t-shirt
yarn. You cut up the shirt into strips
and use a huge hook and you can crochet pretty rugs that are sturdy and machine
washable. My project is to make a yellow
and white one for our bathroom. I made
this plan way back in the fall before we even started thinking of a mission and
I bought the shirts at that time. So,
now it is one of those loose-end type projects I am trying to finish before we
leave. (like the t-shirt quilts which I
will report on next blog). Thankfully,
it is a portable project – now that the yarn is all prepared – and I think I
can easily finish it before June. Oh,
that reminds me – we report to the Missionary Training Center on Monday, June
5.
some photos from Sunday evening.




















