“I don’t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.”
~Albert Schweitzer
Box For The Boy
We are in the middle of gathering things for what will probably be the last package we send to that far away boy of mine. I wish I could think of more things to send him that aren’t just fun food. But when a momma worries that her son may not be getting enough protein or vitamins–I tend to fill the cart up with beef jerkey and pepperoni sticks and fruit leather and anything else that jumps in. This was only about half of what we ended up sending to him. I’m getting really good at jamming tons of stuff into a flat rate priority box, let me tell you. I’m just not always good at remembering to take a picture before I closed it. It was a work of art–trust me.
Let me ask you this…
Do you think he’ll know who it’s from? heh, heh.
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A Phone Call
Last night, Halloween evening–while we were watching “Charlie Brown’s The Great Pumpkin,” the phone rang in the kitchen. Nate, my son-in-law answered it, then gave the phone to me saying, “It’s somebody who knows Rhen.” You know him as The Bald Kid.
I said, “Hello?” and the voice on the other end said, “Hello? Is this Launi Anderson? This is Cheryl Esplin, from the General Primary Presidency.”
Insert big, huge gasp here.
For those of you not of my faith, I’ll tell you–this is a big deal. Big, like if you were of the Catholic faith, there would be the Pope, then whoever is in charge of the ladies organization, and then whoever is in charge of the children’s organization–well, it would be one of them…calling me.
I sputtered something like, “Hello, ahhhh…” and she very kindly said, “I just returned from Siberia where I spent several days getting to know your son. I have to tell you that he is a wonderful young man and you should be very proud of him. He translated for me while I was there and he is simply amazing, I really enjoyed spending time with him.”
I said something goofy like, “Oh, Rhen–I just LOVE him.”
She said, “I think you should. In fact, he made me promise that I would call you and tell you that he loves you so much and that you have always been his inspiration.”
What a cute boy to say something like that.
I asked if he was well and safe and if he was getting enough food. She laughed and said that they feed the missionaries very well in this mission. She told me that he was so kind and helpful to her that she wanted to be sure to do what he had asked her to…and call me, to give me that very special message.
Feeling like a pretty lucky momma of an awfully sweet guy today.
Stay well and safe, my boy–and know that such a big piece of this momma’s heart is with you.
Football?
The bald kid on the other side of the world, sent me this photo today and for those of you who haven’t already heard my favorite story–I’ll explain. This boy of mine is certainly not having the typical missionary experience.
Kazakhstan is a place where the missionaries can’t do a lot of the regular things a missionary would do because it is a Muslim country and their laws forbid it. So, in order to not be offensive in any way to the people or their culture, the guys have had to find other ways to make friends and provide service to those that they meet. The Mission President gave the guys permission to enroll in the university and take some classes on the Kazakh language. So, one afternoon the guys wander out to the sports field and see all these guys running around all crazy-like on the field. They told our boys that they were playing “America Football.” When the players found out that the Bald Kid was actually from America and had seriously played football–they went berserk…
and made him…
the coach…
in a shirt and tie.
I think it’s safe to say that he’s having the time of his life.
My Far Away Boy
Here’s a stark, crazy difference for you. Remember Siberia? Well, the Bald Kid got transferred to a whole new country…called…
Kazakhstan. Look at those crazy buildings–would you? It’s apparently a very modern place in many ways. Because it is considered a Muslim country, the guys aren’t allowed to preach or teach or even answer questions. In fact, do you notice something missing from this picture? NO NAME TAGS! Nope, they aren’t allowed to wear them either.
They are allowed to go to the activities that the small Branch puts on. This is a little campout they went to and seriously, it doesn’t look a bit fun. I don’t even see any sleeping bags and if those rolled up black things are their foam pads–all I can say is YIKES. What do you suppose is in that big, old steaming pot? I shutter to think. I mean, they eat horse meat in this place.
But back at the Couple Missionaries house, they were fed mug cake and ice cream. At least somebody is looking out for these guys stomachs.
My cute boy has always been fascinated by artistic graffiti–so imagine his excitement at finding these guys on the side of an apartment building.
He had to visit someone in this apartment–if you can call it that. Yes, those are bricks and rocks from the walls that are falling down in the stair well. Every time I see this picture, or think of people living like this, I walk around singing, “God Bless America,” for two days. This is insane.
And this picture means so much to me, because I remember when the Soviet Union broke apart and the country was in such chaos that people were standing in line for hours for spoiled apples. Look at the beautiful produce this sweet little Russian lady has. The boy was in Kazakhstan for about a month and had to return to Siberia to renew his visa.
Here’s what he said:
“I came back here to Novo and I had an amazing experience with the Fruit lady that sells her fruit right outside of the apartment Elder Topham and I were in. I got to walk by the same area during my time with Elder Vanner and the fruit lady and I (maybe you remember her from the picture I sent) made eye contact from down the street. As I got up to her she was just smiling, crying and saying, “Thank you God, thank you God! You sent him back!” and then my heart just broke open. She then explained to me that us saying hi to her every morning kept her going, happy and alive. She said she had been praying to God in order to see the “Russian-looking American” one more time and now she knew prayer worked. I love being a part of all this!”
Warms me to know that he’s happy and well but even more so to know that he is making a difference in this place.
So good for this mama’s heart. But I still miss him.
Be safe my boy, and do come home soon.
