A Phone Call

The Primary general presidency: Jean A. Stevens, Rosemary M. Wixom and Cheryl A. Esplin

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.

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~30 Days of Thankful~

The Storm

Our thoughts go out to all those on the East Coast today, 6.5 million people–as well as friends and family–dealing with the devastating effects of hurricane Sandy.

Please be well and safe. Stay indoors and hunker down with a pile of blankets, and we’ll all pray that this storm subsides…very soon.

Our love and prayers are with you.

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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.

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