It’s been two weeks in a row of sailing on Seneca Lake with gorgeous weather and great company. We have learned a lot about races and boats and lakes. I also have acquired another birthday twin in Gennaro Fazio, although I am five years older than him.

We also celebrated the birthday of one of our temple missionaries, Charlie Whitehead. He put out the call that they were going to Casa Mexicana in Marion and invited any who could come to join him and Eileen. Eight of us showed up to enjoy each other’s company and tasty food. The waiter mentioned that he had seen all eight of us in the restaurant separately but never together.

I was able to stick to my AIP protocol for my meal and it was delicious. We sang to Charlie and then the Kinnersley’s gifted Charlie a lovely piece of artwork that depicted the Savior using the names of the Savior.

Woven into the fabric of His robe are His fifty-two names. I appreciate this art piece not only because it’s of the Savior but I love creating ink drawings. The link below shows how the author studied the various names of Christ and came up with a list of 115!

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/study/liahona/2023/12/digital-only/115-names-and-titles-of-jesus-christ?lang=eng

I decided to move along on Penny’s “Big Girl” quilt and discovered that I was short fabric for some of the blocks. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked down to the quilt shop to see what I could find. High humidity and 25°C did not make for a comfortable jaunt. I’m standing in the quilt shop, with perspiration running down my face, and trying to put a sane thought pattern together. I came away with more fabric and was able to get the next blocks all cut out and ready for sewing.

By Friday, I had to run into Newark for bloodwork in the morning. That didn’t take very long and then two doors down is a Marshall’s where I was able to find some glass storage containers for food. Part of my protocol is removing all plastic from my life and it’s easier than I thought. I did find some great sets of containers and was able to meet a Spanish mom and her adult daughter. Later, farther back in the store, the mom says to me, “Oh, you’re Canadian…that’s why you’re so nice!” Well, thank you for the compliment but personally, I have found everyone to be delightful and easy to get along with. Some people are startled when I start up a conversation with them, but then I am able to loosen them up and get to know them.

I have had a number of people say to me, “Oh, you must be Canadian because I can tell by your accent.” It’s just like I am really enjoying the New York accent. One of the youth who came to the temple said, “I could tell you are Canadian because you sound like my mom who is from Canada.”

Our daughter, Kaitlin, and her family moved into their new home this past week. It’s a very exciting time for them as their oldest child starts kindergarten and the youngest goes to daycare for the first time. Lots of changes in their lives.

Our B.C. grandsons went back to school: one to grade 8 and the other to grade 10.

Saturday was a VERY special day for us because our little Spanish Branch was booked into the temple for a session to accompany a member who was receiving his endowment ordinance. The endowment ordinance is where we covenant with God in five areas:

• Law of Obedience, which includes striving to keep Heavenly Father’s commandments.
• Law of Sacrifice, which means sacrificing to support the Lord’s work and repenting with a broken heart and contrite spirit.
• Law of the Gospel, which includes exercising faith in Jesus Christ, making and honoring essential covenants with God, enduring to the end, and striving to love God and our neighbor.
• Law of Chastity, which means abstaining from sexual relations outside of a legal marriage between a man and a woman, which is according to God’s law.
• Law of Consecration, which means dedicating our time, talents, and everything with which the Lord has blessed us to building up Jesus Christ’s Church on the earth.

It was such a joyful day and Erik and I were given the opportunity to be officiators for that session. It was wonderful to have so many Spanish people together, serving and supporting their brother, son and brother in Christ. Afterwards we gathered outside of the temple and they asked Erik and I to join them for photos.

Erik woke up with a slight headache on Sunday and we didn’t leave on time for me to be at choir practice. Alexandra said that even though we won’t be there for Branch Conference, it would be good for my Spanish practice to be there. Si, es la verdad! The branch is going together to Kirtland, Ohio to see the historic site on September 20. It turns out that Elder Bednar, who is coming to rededicate the Hill Cumorah Visitor’s Center is also going to be speaking to the Youth of the area that same evening at 7 pm. We had a short meeting after sacrament meeting to see if people wanted to change the trip to the 27th but the vote was for the 20th. Our two youth are 14 and 16 and are brother and sister. I love those two kids like they are my grandkids and every Sunday I talk to them to see how their week went.

After church, we prepared some food for our picnic with the Fazio’s. We met them again at the Seneca Yacht Club and enjoyed a sumptuous repast together. Gennaro made some sausage stuffed tortellini that Erik and him ate. Christine cooked some fresh beets and made a beautiful green salad. Erik made some black bean brownies and I looked after myself with a salad with mackerel and loads of other veggies. The sun was gorgeous and later we experienced the full moon rising in the evening sky after our sail on the lake.

Monday is when I usually publish my blog, but I was so late because of a very full day. I went to Canadaigua for a doctor’s appointment. Cholesterol is heading in the right direction but that silly A1C is so out of control. We discussed some options and then she told me that I am a “special case” because I am doing all the things that western medicine has recommended but my body does not respond positively to it. Now I am booked for an endocrinologist appoinment in November. Hopefully, the numbers will show a vast improvement by then.

Elder Ballard recounts an adventure of white water rafting:

At the beginning of the trip, one of the experienced river guides reviewed important safety instructions, emphasizing three rules that would ensure the group’s safe travel through the rapids. “Rule number one: stay in the boat! Rule number two: always wear a life jacket! Rule number three: always hold on with both hands!” He then said again, with even more emphasis, “Above all, remember rule number one: stay in the boat!”

This adventure reminds me of our mortal journey. Most of us experience periods in our lives where the tranquil waters of life are appreciated. At other times, we encounter white-water rapids that are metaphorically comparable to those found in the 14-mile stretch through Cataract Canyon—challenges that may include physical and mental health issues, the death of a loved one, dashed dreams and hopes, and—for some—even a crisis of faith when faced with life’s problems, questions, and doubts.Let’s think about rule number one: stay in the boat!

President Brigham Young commonly employed “the Old Ship Zion” as a metaphor for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

He said on one occasion: “We are in the midst of the ocean. A storm comes on, and, as sailors say, she labors very hard. ‘I am not going to stay here,’ says one; ‘I don’t believe this is the “Ship Zion.”’ ‘But we are in the midst of the ocean.’ ‘I don’t care, I am not going to stay here.’ Off goes the coat, and he jumps overboard. Will he not be drowned? Yes. So with those who leave this Church. It is the ‘Old Ship Zion,’ let us stay in it.”

On another occasion, President Young said that he also worried about people losing their way when they were being blessed—when life was good: “It is in calm weather, when the old ship of Zion is sailing with a gentle breeze, [and] when all is quiet on deck, that some of the brethren want to go out in the whaling boats to have … a swim, and some get drowned, others drifted away, and others again get back to the ship. Let us stick to the old ship and she will carry us [safely] into the harbor; you need not be concerned.”

And finally, President Young reminded the Saints: “We are on the old ship Zion. … [God] is at the helm and will stay there. … All is right, sing Hallelujah, for the Lord is here. He dictates, guides and directs. If the people will have implicit confidence in their God, never forsake their covenants nor their God, He will guide us right.”

Given the challenges we all face today, how do we stay on the Old Ship Zion?

Here is how. We need to experience a continuing conversion by increasing our faith in Jesus Christ and our faithfulness to His gospel throughout our lives—not just once but regularly. Alma asked, “And now behold, I say unto you, my brethren [and sisters], if ye have experienced a change of heart, and if ye have felt to sing the song of redeeming love, I would ask, can ye feel so now?”

This was a great talk given in October 2014 General Conference. I love the water of the oceans and lakes and was riveted to this talk back then, eleven years ago. May we ever stay on the Old Ship Zion, supporting each other, showing love and the charity of Christ to all.

Just like that, it’s September! August flew by so quickly. As Erik and I were travelling to buy groceries, I mentioned that it was incredible that a whole summer went by and we didn’t even put our toes in the water. We saw many bodies of water but nothing that spoke to us and welcomed us in. New York State did have a mighty hot, humid summer and that drove lake temperatures so high that the blue green algae was blooming.

On Tuesday, we had a youth conference in our area that were staying at the Seneca Lake Camp. They were from Barrie, Ontario Stake. When I was fourteen years old I moved into the Barrie, Ontario area as my dad was posted (military) to Camp Borden which is just 18 kilometers from Barrie. I became friends with another young lady who was in the same grade as me. Our families attended the Barrie Branch. After a year of attending school on the base, I wasn’t interested in attending again. My dad helped me make arrangements to move west to Sardis, B.C. and live with his mother and his sister. A year earlier, my grandma could see the writing on the wall, so to say, and told me that if I ever needed a place to stay, I could let her know and she would take me in. Our family situation was strained because of my mom’s mental illness. Being the oldest child, I felt the onus to take on the responsibility of helping in the home with my three younger sisters and household chores. It was a struggle over the years and I wasn’t happy with schooling because I wasn’t being challenged enough. It all came to a head when I was turning fifteen and was ready to run; where, I don’t know but I had had enough of the pressure. It was truly a sad situation because Bipolar Disorder was not properly diagnosed and treated with much success until the late 1970’s. Our lives were rounds of watching our dear mother sink and rise. At age fifteen, I flew the coop and went west, leaving behind my family but finding a savior in my grandma. She relieved the pressure and helped me to be a better person.

After a year, my parents wanted me to come home and I agreed on the condition that I could go to school in Barrie instead of on the base. They made arrangements with the Addy family so that I could live with them until my dad could buy a little car for me to commute. Shirley and Bob Addy have six children and they lived in a beautiful heritage home in Barrie. I was put in Suzanne’s room with her and we went to seminary together and to school. The school was good for me, as they had a big theater and put on big productions every year. That year, 1979-80, we put on “Guys & Dolls”. I was over the moon with the opportunity to help design and paint sets for the musical. I even became part of the stage crew and was THE curtain girl, drawing and closing the huge stage curtains. I loved the kindness shown to me by the Addy family and it also helped me form myself into a better person. Shirley ran a tight ship and we all were assigned chores. She came in to the kitchen one night when I was doing dishes and was shocked that the blender carafe came apart. They had been using it without unscrewing the base and cleaning the rubber gasket. She was really happy to know about that!

Shirley and I have kept in touch over the years by exchanging Christmas cards and letters. I was saddened to hear of Bob’s passing. They have been faithful members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and were great in the service to the church and community.

When I told the youth from the Youth Stake Conference that I was in fact, Canadian and had lived in Barrie one time, they were very surprised. I told them about living with the Addy family and one of the leaders told me that Lynda Addy was one of their camp cooks. So, in “Cheryl” fashion, I told Erik that we were going to Seneca Lake Camp immediately after our shift. We went home, changed clothing, ate lunch and hit the road. It was about a 45 minute drive. We were greeted by Elder Dixon who is serving at the camp for 18 months with his wife. They are from Washington State. He immediately grabbed a golf cart and asked to give us a tour of the camp which we were very happy to do. The camp is on 200 acres of land and has many amenities and specialized areas. The senior missionaries who serve there, bring their own RV and have full services at their sites. When we arrived at the camp kitchen, I walked in and spottted Lynda right away. She hasn’t hardly changed at all. On the other hand, she didn’t recognize me, haha! Linda is number three in the Addy family. I always remember her as very smart, serious but easy to get along with. She filled me in on where all her siblings are at and as we got caught up, I was feeling so full of joy to have this connection despite it being 45 years since I saw her. I have stayed in touch with Suzanne over the years and learned that she needs extra prayers and ministering right now.

We finally received some photos of our newest princess after a reminder to my son. She is such a sweet pea! We will watch her change quickly over the next year. Big brother looks like he is having a good time and really enjoying time with his dad as momma looks after his sister.

It’s week three of my AIP program (Auto Immune Protocol). Everything is going really well and I have been pleasantly surprised by my ease into the program and not having any detoxing symptoms. Carry, on, carry on, carry on!! Are you singing it?

With the Barrie Stake Youth, they finished up our season of big groups. Temple life will settle into a quiet time for months. The six month temple missionaries only have two months left of their missions. We have made some incredible friends with other temple workers. I can honestly say how much I love them.

One of our friends and her husband invited us and the Stevens to go sailing with them. They have a 30 foot sailboat and the Fazios are ardent sailors. We each brought snacks to share on board. Christine met us at the Seneca Yacht Club and we headed to the boat to meet Gennaro, her husband. It was a sunset cruise and we sailed for three hours. Seneca Lake is one of the finger lakes and is 618 feet deep (180 m) in the center and is 38 miles long (61 kms). The width averages nearly 5 kms wide.

The sky was blue with clouds scudding to the south. We sailed south for 1-1/2 hours and had snacks along the way with the Fazio’s pointing out scenic buildings and points of interest. The wind had picked up and was starting to white cap. Gennaro said that it was time to head back so we needed to batten down the hatches and get ready for the tack back. Meanwhile he asked Erik if he wanted to man the helm. Erik agreed and Mark was wondering if this was such a good idea. I think that we did get to a 30 degree angle on the boat and I was bracing my feet which was difficult when you are as short as I am. Gennaro did want us to experience the opportunity and he put up both the main sail and the jib. It was hilarious and we received instruction on when to tack and everyone was scrambling. One time it looked like a game of Twister as we were trying to get everything done.

It was an absolutely beautiful evening full of laughter as we got to know each other better. The food was good, the sky was perfect, and the company was the best! The wind started dying down after the sunset, and we lowered the sails as Gennaro turned on the engine to get us to the pier and moored. He was spending the night on the boat because there was a regatta in the morning. We would definitely love to do that again!

So from very old friends to new friends, it was a great week. Elder Dixon was prepping us hard to consider a mission at the camp. To start, you need an RV, which we don’t have. We are open to the possibilities of whatever the Lord puts in our path.

This is so true. I have watched this in action throughout my life and the lives of others. Friendships can be revolutionary and help the world to be a much better place that can be full of love and happiness, peace and warmth. Choose wisely and you will be blessed. You will also be a blessing to others when you act in charity and kindness.

Have a fantastic week as kids & grandkids go back to school or off to university. Be well and may you all have the smoothest sailing possible with Jesus Christ at the helm of your boat.

Have you ever thought about times in your life when something strange happens or there is eminent danger that you have just escaped? You think to yourself, “That was a close call!” Or there are times when things work out so beautifully (like traffic lights all working in your favor)? Do you wonder sometimes about a path taken that didn’t work out the way you were hoping?

I could tell so many stories of my life where I wondered these very things. My belief is that our ancestors who have passed on, are our guardian angels. I also call them our ministering angels. Once I tapped into the power that they bring into our lives through the love of God, I started calling upon my ministering angels to help me and others.

My very first time calling on them was about 14 years ago. I always prayed throughout my life for help with various issues, but this particular time, I was extremely sick with a migraine. I experienced all the auras and after vomiting and dealing with everything, I headed home to try to rest. Erik was on a contract job in India and it was the middle of the afternoon. I didn’t have anyone to call and get a blessing of healing. It was the month of June and I went to the back deck where we had a hammock in the shade. I laid down in abject misery and was in no place to even help myself. Suddenly, out of my mouth (I had never said these words before), I asked Heavenly Father to send my ministering angels to me to help. I was looking skyward and I saw a host of angels zooming towards me, with my paternal grandmother leading the charge. Immediately, I fell asleep, to awaken two hours later. I sat up in shock, because the migraine and symptoms were completely gone and I didn’t have a mosquito bite (June in Alberta, that was a miracle all on it’s own). I felt totally rested and as I was pondering on what just happened, I also thanked Heavenly Father for the respite from the migraine. It was such a momentous event that I put it into my heart and mind for thought. Was that a rare, once in a lifetime occurance? Was I worthy of such mercy? How DID that happen?

I carried on with life, raising teenagers and young adults. I have always known that Heavenly Father loves me. The Saviour loves me and as I realized that their mercy does extend to little, imperfect me, I knew that this miracle of my ministering angels was truth and I was a witness to the love from my ancestors as well. Since then I had the occasion to call upon my ministering angels for more help in the years that have passed. I also learned and saw that I can use this opportunity to help others who are in desperate need.

I have used ministering angels for both my mother and my father. The veil is very thin for me and I am able to see the angels doing their work as I pray in faith. Both my parents lives were spared because of faith and prayers and their ministering angels. It’s kind of funny to me because we personally only know about two or three generations beyond ours, here on the earth. When I see angels that I don’t recognize, my thoughts are always, “Who ARE you and where are you in the generational chart?” We have so much love being directed towards us, that it is mind boggling.

I had the opportunity a couple of weeks ago to see a missionary who had served in our little Branch in Rochester. Elder McDonald was at the temple with his new companion. He had been transfered south east of us, down to the Owego Stake. He told me that he was so busy because he was the only Spanish speaking missionary in the Stake and he travelled the entire Stake boundaries to visit with people. With that time on the road, this past week they encountered a cow and it demolished their car. Just imagine the ministering angels attending to them during this accident. Neither missionary sustained any injuries; not even a scratch was to be found on them. The prayers of both of their families and their home congregations as well as the world, showed us that their time to cross the veil was not to be had that day. Heavenly protection was afforded to them and will have a huge impact on them for their whole lives.

Many of us can tell stories and testimonies of how we have been saved from harm and danger in our lives. Some events are very dramatic, others are subtle. Even on days when we are distracted, we may not realize that we are in the prescence of saving angels. As we reflect, we will come to understand that there was no earthly way that we were saved.

There is a General Conference talk by Elder Taylor G. Godoy from April 2024. It was titled, “Call, Don’t Fall.” The message is so beautifully given about how we can call out to God and we will not fall. As he explains that sometimes we feel like the “call” has not been heard because we don’t receive an immediate response or answer that suits us. Personally, I am reminded of this when I am waiting on the Lord and He tells me, “Your ways are not my ways.”

I hope that you will call on your ministering angels because with the state of our world, we need all the help that we can get. There are definitely times that heavenly intervention is needed. The following list if from Elder Godoy.

I suggest you consider the following:

1. Always think of the Lord as your first option for help.
2. Call, don’t fall. Turn to God in sincere prayer.
3. After praying, do all you can to obtain the blessings you prayed for.
4. Humble yourselves to accept the answer in His time and His way.
5. Don’t stop! Keep moving forward on the covenant path while you wait for an answer.

Our fantabulous news this week is that our granddaughter was born a week early. Little Miss Penny arrived on August 23. We are so excited to meet her next month. I am still bowled over by the fact that our youngest grandson is going to be one year old in a month. The first year of a baby’s life seems to fly past (especially for grandparents). Mom and baby are doing well. I haven’t heard how the big brother is handling his dethroning yet. I was so happy to hear that Jasmin and Lyndon’s Ward is organizing meals for them this coming week. That is a lovely help for them. A very big thank you to my cousin, Janice, who reached out to me to know what Lyndon’s favorite food is.

It’s been a week of no sugar and I have handled it well. No big detox symptoms are happening. One day I caught Erik in the breakroom of the temple eating a square. He’s trying to support me on this journey and I caught him red handed! The next time, he said that he wasn’t eating any contraband in there. The best news is that my blood sugar levels are dropping. My supplements have arrived that go along with the program and now I’m ready to drop kick this autoimmune issue to the curb.

I can’t believe that it’s been eight months of using my rebounder. I have had to replace two bungee cords but I am in it for the win. Pam Lacusta was my example for closing all her rings on the Apple watch. I have been closing all my rings so far this year. One day on the way here, it was too late and I needed to go to bed and I didn’t get my activity ring closed. I was devastated! Other than that, I am striving to stay active and build my core muscles back.

I had the lovely opportunity to see members of my Branch come to the baptistry this past week. I may have been a little irreverant upon seeing them walk through the stained glass doors of the baptistry. Hugs all around and sharing news of our past week was going on while everyone was getting ready. There is such a feeling of joy when you are with your “tribe”.

Have a fantastic week and know that we appreciate your prayers and thoughts for us. Lots of love to you all!

It’s been super hot out east, here in New York. Erik and I think that the trees are experiencing heat stress. We’ve seen trees dropping leaves all around us. Before we know it, the “Leaf People” will be arriving to see the array of colors that will be showing in the trees. The Utah visitors have headed home if they have children because school has started for them. New York state has the regular post Labor Day reentry to school. I am every grateful for our air conditioning in the house and our vehicle. It’s the air cooled seats in the vehicle that bring me comfort and gratitude.

We served the last large baptistry group for the season. They were comprised of a Tri-Stake Youth Conference from New York state. Their leaders were so helpful in organizing the teens. We were hoping that they would come to the temple in a continuous stream but they sent one group an hour. The tender mercy in that was that one of our two dryers decided to stop working and if it had been a constant stream of people, we would never have been able to keep up with the laundry.

I received the results from my extensive bloodwork. Everytime I would ask my doctors in Canada, why my systems were failing, they didn’t have an answer for me. I was doing my own research by reading studies and trying to determine what the core issue was. Here’s how I know the Lord is aware of my needs, I found a functional medicine clinic in Arizona and attended a master class for five days (evenings) and I was intrigued by their plan and that they were going to find the root cause of my disfunction. We drove an hour away for the laboratory that was used for the work. Plus I submitted a test to determine toxins such as molds, heavy metals and environmental toxins.

I finally feel like I have hope and that we can correct the problems. In Canada, the wait to get into a functional medicine clinic is lengthy. So far, I have learned that I am not a type 2 diabetic. I also learned why my thyroid is not functioning and not working with my body. A plan is in place and I will be on their program for eight months. Isn’t it interesting that I have eight months left in the USA? There are no coincidences!

Thus the past week has been focused on getting the results and having appointments (virtual) to determine the course of action. There is much to learn and apply but I am determined. When I explained my resolve to get better, I likened it to my Duolingo study. I told the nurse that I have studied Spanish for over nine years without missing a day, so I’m pretty sure that I will be able to follow the protocol.

Phase one is all about preparing the body to detox and frankly, I’m a little concerned about it. I remember when I decided to go off of sugar about 12 years ago. The first five days, I thought I was going to die. The headaches, vomiting, fever, and general weakness just about did me in. By day three, I started begging the Lord for an Advil (haha). He told me that all the symptoms were the toxins dying and I was not to give in to them. He told me to get a tea towel and lay a line of ice down the middle and roll it up; then place it around my neck. Then to get another tea towel and soak it in cold water, wring it out, and place it on my head. The towel on my head was dry in about thirty minutes and within 5 minutes the headache was gone as was the nausea. Everything started looking up after that. Coming out the other end gave me an incredible feeling of gratitude!

This week has been birthday week in our family. My sister, Tanya kicks off the 16th with her birthday. Then on the 17th is our grandson, Carter. The 18th is our daughter, Kaitlin. On the 24th is my brother-in-law, Kerry. I love to send voice messages, singing Primary birthday songs to everyone. As we were chatting with Carter (the Ninja Creami King), he shared a simple recipe for the Creami; fill the Creami container with fresh blackberries and then top it up with milk of your choice, freeze and then process in the Creami. They are very blessed because at the bottom of their driveway are a lot of blackberry bushes.

At long last I finished my sling purse. It was completed in fits and bits but finally is ready to use.

I had a muffin baking day on Monday last week. Double chocolate zucchini, carrot/zucchini, and apple muffins. Very low sugar in the recipes except for the apple because it was a copycat recipe for the Costco muffins, which we know are just little cakes! Mark brought us vegetables from his garden and I was able to use them in the muffins. Now I will be making muffins that will be more protein packed. Everything is gluten free and they freeze well. The double chocolate muffins are from http://www.asaucykitchen.com. It won’t let me link the website. You can also check out my Pinterest page and look under muffins.

https://www.homeremediesseasy.com/2025/06/carrot-cake-zucchini-muffins-moist_1.html?m=1

This week, the Red Deer Stake had Elder Soares visit and speak. We decided to zoom into the meeting in lieu of going to Rochester 5th Branch.

It was a great conference with the theme that we must be actively preparing for the second coming of our Savior. I loved his analogy of filling in the gaps where we may be lacking so when spiritual erosion occurs, we can be ready to withstand the challenges of these last days. We know that we will experience challenges and trials that may be bitter but we can look forward with faith in knowing our Savior will always be there for us. Reinforce your spiritual foundations so that you can stand strong in the face of adversary.

My sister’s stake in Edmonton had the same theme on the same day. I love to check myself regularly to see where I am on the path and where I can be making improvements that will bring me closer to my Savior and father in heaven.

Have a fantastic week! Fill in your gaps and stay strong; love to all!

This past week, a couple who have been serving as Facilities Management missionaries completed their very long mission and headed home. The Dabb’s were first called to Oklahoma to a church ranch to serve. They spent two years there and then were moved to Palmyra to the Syracuse New York mission, serving a year here. They are very hardworking and we will certainly miss them. We will also be losing the Christiansons, who served a six month temple mission here and returned for July and August to help out at the temple. Then the site missionaries will be finishing some of their missions; the Defords and the Grows will be heading out. There is a couple serving at the Church Distribution Center and they have extended their mission by a year. They have decided to move to Penn Yan after that and maybe in five years or so, returning to the west. Senior missionaries are at a lot of crossroads in their lives. Many have decided to downsize their homes or at least move to a single story home. A few couples are not returning to the place they left from. It’s fascinating to me to hear everyone’s story and learn about their decisions. We still are undecided as to where we will go after our mission. We thought that we would return to Mexico for an extended stay but then again, maybe we will just go on another mission. The Lord has something in store for us and time will tell.

Our family is having some momentous occasions soon. We will be blessed with another grandchild in a couple of weeks and also a wedding next month. Erik keeps reminding me that I have a quilt to make. It’s just that we are extremely busy with our shifts at the temple and also trying to stay healthy with exercise and good food. Neither of those magically appear and take concentrated effort. My sister, Tracy, called me last night and she gave me some good insights into things to take into consideration with my body. I find it supremely easy to look after others and help them but then disregard helping myself. I did a little exercise last night upon going to bed and it was very eye opening!

On Monday the 4th of August, the Wayne County Fair started up. It brought back so many memories of the Mountain View County Fair in Olds, Alberta that our kids grew up with. As I homeschooled the kids, I was always looking for interesting projects for them to be involved with. When the bench show book was available, I would sit with each child and make a list of which entries they would like to make a project for. The incentive was that if they earned a ribbon, there was a monetary reward and thus they would have money to spend at the fair. They worked hard and our house was a “Fair Tornado” the week before the fair. All baking items were done the day before fair entries had to be submitted. It was a crazy zoo with all five children at our house but we were really productive.

The Wayne County Fair book was 177 pages long so I had high hopes to see some amazing entries. Erik went on his walk-about on Monday morning and the gates were open for free, so he decided to take a look around. He sent me some photos and I was thinking, “That rascal!!! Going to the fair without me!!” There were a lot of rabbits and chickens entered. One barn of cattle was available. Our friends, the Stevens asked us to go to the fair on Friday at 5:30 pm. The plan was to see a bit of the fair and then attend the demolition derby. Wanda’s sister, Joyce flew into town for a visit and she came with us. As we entered the building for the bench show, my hopes were dashed as the entries were few and not the quality that I was expecting to see. Joyce and I both wanted to see quilts and it wasn’t inspiring to see what was on show. Mountain View County put on a well oiled production for the bench show with security for the precious work on display. My brain immediately starts thinking of ways to improve the show. My thoughts then led me to say, “Stay in your lane, Girl!”

We then headed to the cattle barn and I saw a few breeds of dairy cows that I had never seen before. When I saw the Herefords near the back of the barn, my heart leapt because these were cattle that we have in Alberta. The show cows are very pampered with special feed and fans. The teenagers standing on guard with pitchforks to immediately scoop cow piles as they emerge was really funny, because one girl got a pile right on her boot as she was scooping another pile. But, hey, a cow’s got to go, right?

The only horses I saw on show were a mama Percheron and her two month old foal. The weather has been in the 32-33 celcius range and mama, Trudy was standing oh, so still, while her foal was napping in the straw.

From there, we saw a small riding ring with a junior barrel racing event going on, so we stopped to watch. You can tell when a horse hasn’t run a circuit and the rider is taking everything nice and slow to teach their horse the pattern. Others were zipping like they knew what was expected from them.

We stopped at the US Army display and they had swag that they were giving away. I picked up a ball cap for my dad. He started his military career in Alabama and I thought he would enjoy this cap. The men loved that I was a Canadian military brat. When you know, you know!

It was time to experience the demolition derby…doo, doo, doo! Neither Erik or I had gone to one so we didn’t really know what to expect, except for cars crashing into each other. The grandstand seats were nothing like the Olds grandstand. There was no overhead cover, just jimmy-rigged collapsible risers. We were able to procur seating on the second row from the ground but that put us closer to the action. The derby was to start at 8 pm and we all agreed that it should have started at 6 pm. The carnival rides were going on behind us and the track of the infield was where the derby was to take place. Firetrucks were stationed on the other side of the track; two from Palmyra and one from Sodus. As the sun was setting, the lighting was not very bright and it set the stage for what was about to happen. I am always scouting my surroundings and looking for potential trouble. There was a lot going on with so many people trying to find seats and then people getting up to go get food and drinks. The cars eventually paraded past us as some were going to enter from one side of the track while other cars would enter from the opposite side. The derby field was basically a section of the race track; like a big rectangle. Mark and Wanda had been to derby’s before and were excited for the event. Erik is looking for food; I’m scanning for danger, Wanda and Joyce are exhausted from their trip to Niagra earlier. Mark is sitting to my right and was trying to explain what was going to happen.

Then it felt like all hell had broken loose! The 4-cylinder heat was lining up and the klaxon sounded and my head didn’t know where to look because it was craziness in all directions. The fellow to our lower left was so excited and loves demolition derby. He jumped right up and was cheering it all on. You can see him in the video. After all the crashing came to a stop, the heat was over and the heavy equipment came in to remove all the vehicles and smashed up parts. What I learned from the first heat, is that if you are ever driving through a zombie apocolyps, just keep going, even if your wheels are falling off or you lost your bumpers and don’t have a trunk left anymore. JUST KEEP GOING!!

Heat two was the 8-cylinder cars; the big boats from the 80’s. In the middle of that heat, I see a fellow off to my right about 20 feet away. My spidey senses immediately went off and I knew that something was about to happen that wasn’t going to be good. Sure enough, a fight starts and more people get involved and then the crowd surges. My thoughts were, “The crowd will start moving and they’re coming my way and we’re about to be trampled and that’s how people die!!!” Thank goodness, the police were at the ready and quickly stopped the commotion. They hauled a few people away. Is this just another night hanging out with the rednecks? After all, we are rural New York State and it’s looking a little rough. By 10 pm, we all decided to head home. All in all, it looked to me like a scene from Dante’s Hell; dark, smoky, angry people screaming, garbage strewn around, dirt spraying, fires starting in cars, and drivers being taken out by ambulance crews.

It turns out that this is not a typical demolition derby. Mark and Wanda had never seen such goings on before. My lesson was that I don’t ever have to do that AGAIN! My sister and others concurred with that sentiment. In this day and age, it’s probably not a good idea to be where crowds gather and danger is lurking around the corner. My guardian angels were probably shaking their heads.

The interesting story to come out of the fair was the chicken that Erik took a photo of for me was of a chicken that belonged to someone I know from the temple. That beautiful chicken was named Cherry Pie but was formerly known as Buttons. How curious that Erik managed to take a photo of that bird!

We went to BJ’s Wholesale club in Victor and I saw a robot going up and down the aisles taking inventory of the shelves. It made noise as it moved along, so customers didn’t get run over, I’m sure.

After our Saturday at the temple (Erik and I worked a double shift), we headed home but the parade was just starting and we couldn’t get to our home. Everything was blocked off so we headed to Marion to Casa Mexicana for supper. It was so delicious and I was obviously starving because I cleaned my plate. Erik ordered the Molcajete and it looked amazing. He had some to take home for lunch another day.

We are continuing our heat wave. I am ever grateful for air conditioning in this old house. Erik walked down to the lock (29) and was able to see a couple of boats going through. He talked to one of the owners that was moored at Palmyra and they were doing the Great American Loop in their boat.

I am getting close to redoing my scripture study. On August 15, I start the Old Testament and will finish it on February 14. I have lost track of how many years I have been following this schedule that I set up for myself. I am finishing the Pearl of Great Price and the Book of Mormon this week. I will start the Book of Mormon again and I always do a 90 day reading schedule with it. I do have my Spanish scriptures to use as well for this year’s study. I know that I received the greatest peace through studying the scriptures. Everything else falls into place because I make this a priority in my life.

I too, add my testimony to this advice. I have learned and continue to learn so much from the scriptures. Many years ago, I wanted to know more about Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father and I decided that the best way to do that was to study the scriptures to learn their ways. So, I buckled down and became a diligent student of the word of God. I love to listen to what other people learn and to be able to share insights is so much fun.

Go to your scriptures for answers and insight into what God wants you to know. You may be surprised at what will come into your mind as you work out your mortal probation.

Carry on, do well, and above all, be kind and compassionate.

This past week has been fun with finding connections to the past and, of course, making connections for the future. I always remember that Jon Bytheway coined the contents of the book of Isaiah as the three “C’s”; Christ, Current events and Coming events. As I read this book throughout the year, I like to identify these elements. These elements also can be parts of our lives. We can have Christ in our lives, we are experiencing current events and we look forward to coming events. As I am able to explain to patrons at the temple what makes temples so special, I am able to hear their feelings and thoughts on temples. Erik and I are fortunate to serve in the baptistry for the large bookings and we are blessed to meet so many youth and their leaders as well as their parents. Their journeys to Palymra always have interesting stories of faith and perserverance. Our patrons come from all over the United States as well as other parts of the world.

I was contacted by Duolingo (a language app that I use to study Spanish, French, & Russian). I was about to complete the Spanish course and they wanted me to be tested by an independant company to see what I have learned over the years. The test was overseen by a docent and was done on my laptop. I thought that it would be a good idea to see the results. The test took an hour and a half to do and involved, reading, writing, speaking and listening. One of my issues is that I don’t get enough conversation in Spanish to be able to improve my skills and the test results show that I am an intermediate learner. I earned a gift certificate for my time and am determined to keep practicing. I was looking for Spanish scriptures in large print, indexed and a leather cover. Not to be found in USA or Canada. What are other senior Spanish people using to read their scriptures? I opted for a Quad version in regular print. My English/Spanish Book of Mormon is in really small print and I need my readers in a well lit area. Onward and upward I go!

I met a young lady this past week who came from New Hampshire. Her last name was the same as a former missionary who served in the Olds Ward. What are the chances that they could be related? As we were wrapping us, I asked her if she had an uncle Shea. Yes, she did!!! I told her that he served part of his mission in my Ward in Alberta. He is married and has three children and became a lawyer. I sent Shea a message about meeting his niece and received a message with a fond memory of us. We were the last home in which he had a meal with members before returning home to New Hampshire. I asked him what he would like to eat and he gave me a menu. Shea wanted grilled cheese sandwiches, Caesar salad, clam chowder, and cheesecake for dessert. He still remembers that menu and was so happy to have been fed his favorite foods.

I also had the opportunity to meet a dad and daughter from Utah. They asked me where I was from and I said Alberta. I hope it’s safe to say Alberta to people from Utah. Most Americans don’t know where Alberta is. When I told them, the dad said that his daughter-in-law was from Airdrie. Her parents were Brent and Karen Forsyth. We worked with the Forsyths in the Calgary temple on the Saturday afternoon shift. I absolutely love them!

Erik and I took a trip to Auburn for me to get labwork done. It was a lovely drive and then the GPS took us right beside the Correctional Facility. I looked at the imposing grey walls with frequent guard towers and wondered what lay on the other side of those walls. I did some research and found some nasty facts that makes me shake my head. It was constructed in 1816 as the second prison in New York State. It is the site of the first electric chair execution in 1890. It’s also the namesake of the “Auburn System”, a correctional system in which prisoners were housed in solitary confinement in large rectangular buildings, and forced to participate in penal labor under silence that was enforced at all times. Auburn’s role in introducing the electric chair contributed greatly to the historicity of the prison as it was soon adopted by many other prisons for being considered more humane than hanging, despite initial controversy. At the time of the prison’s founding, it was the town of Auburn’s largest structure. The prison is among the oldest functional prisons in the United States.

In its early years, the prison charged a fee to tourists in order to raise funds for the prison. Eventually, to discourage most visitors, the fee was increased. In the 1840s, adult tourists paid twenty-five cents, whereas the children’s admittance fee was half the price. Tourists would be escorted through the prison’s factory floors and observe prisoners at work directly, or escorted through tunnels, and remain out of sight, allowing tourists to watch prisoners while they labored. The Auburn Prison attracted enormous amounts of tourists in the middle of the nineteenth century, which added to the town’s local economy and service industries. There is quite a lot of information on the system and how prisoners were kept. It was fascinating, nonetheless but unnerving.

We stopped at Reese’s Dairy Bar on the way home for a little treat. Wanda says that they have the best ice cream. Erik chose a Guava scoop and I chose a sundae. Not a good choice on my behalf; the ride home was a little uncomfortable as I obviously ate something that wasn’t good for me. It tasted really good though, hahaha!

We also stopped at BJ’s Wholesale Club which reminded us of the Real Canadian Wholesale Club. This one does require a membership like Costco. It might not be exactly what we need because there are many items that are definitely bulk and not one offs. It was interesting to see all the goods and see what was similar and yet different than Costco.

We had a very full week at the temple including Friday which we normally have as our day off. The days are counting down that where we won’t be getting big groups anymore as the youth head back to school. The temple president commented on how smoothly we (the temple missionaries) handle the groups. That’s a plus!

That’s how I try to live my life. While in the temple, we treat our patrons and fellow workers with love and kindness to foster a feeling of connectivity and welcome. I certainly make mistakes and try to make amends if needed. I had a situation this past week that hurt my heart. I went to the celestial room and told God that I just wanted my heart to be pure before Him. He responded with, “Your heart is pure before me, now carry on.”

Share your joy by being kind and loving; ten una buena semana (¡have a good week)!

My husband and I are two different people who look at the world in two completely different ways. I am always scouting everyone and everything around me to see who might need help or if there is danger. Erik’s motto has been, “Nothing is ever as bad as it seems, and nothing is ever as good as it seems.” Whereas I take great delight in little things and in events. When he took a personality test at his job years ago during a course, Erik was basically a flatline in the middle of the chart. Nothing really bothers him, but then nothing ever gets him super excited. This week was a time of reflection for me and looking at how closely we can work together yet think very differently.

EFY (Especially for Youth) was back in Palmyra. The youth take great joy in coming to the temple. They tell me and their leaders that coming to the temple is the highlight of their week at EFY. On the first day, I was checking the youth into the session and while I was waiting for everyone to gather and make sure they had everything they needed, a young lad of fourteen years of age, says to me, “Hey, Cheryl!” This was done in a flirty manner and I was a little shocked! First of all, who is brave enough to say that to a woman in the temple and second of all, I am a grandma!! He had this look on his face of oh, oh, am I in trouble? Then I smiled at him and high fived him. That little imp needs to use his powers for good. I learned that he and a buddy had already caused a rucus at EFY and it was only day two. Their leader said that they had slept in the bus from the Hill Cumorah to the temple (a five minute ride). I said to her, “You know they were up all night and finally hit the wall?”

Being able to chat and share experiences with them is such a joy. One girl who drove with her mom from Mississppi, told me that she had been to a few temples but when she entered the Palmyra temple, she was immediately overwhelmed by the spirit of the temple. That is the power of Palmyra. Knowing what occurred only a quarter mile away in the Sacred Grove is what brings people to this area to feel the spirit.

The temple maintenance manager needed a couple of pairs of pants hemmed. There is a saying, “Don’t ever ask a quilter to hem your pants!” It didn’t take me long to decide to help him out. He had left a note on them about where the belt was compared to the floor. I called him and asked him what measurement his inseam was. Poor Brad wasn’t sure what that was so I talked him through it. Then Erik said that we should just drive up to the maintenance barn and see him in person. Brad had told me that he thought his inseam was 24 inches. I said, “I don’t think so because that would make you a gorilla!” We had a lovely visit with Brad and learned more about his life. I now know that I will hem the pants to a 28 inch inseam. He was close but four inches is a big deal, hahaha! I always look at people and notice the length of their torsos and legs. Many of us are very disproportionate to a degree and you will recognize that when you are shopping for clothes. The perils of being a seamstress and a quilter are always watching and figuring measurements out.

While walking around town this week, I spotted the most amazing tree. It’s called the Silk Tree also known as the Mimosa Tree. When I read up on the characteristics of this tree, it is simply a tree that we all could use for medicinal purposes, skin and garden. We couldn’t grow it in Alberta because we don’t have the growing zones for it.

On Friday, we decided to go to Penn Yan and scout around. That area is home to Amish and Mennonite communities. Erik and I went to Golden Lane fabric store first. This is a Mennonite store that supplies fabric for dressmaking as well as quilting. They also sell the men’s suits and hats, oh, so many types of hats worn by the Mennonites. Even women’s bonnets were for sale. I did purchase an apron pattern that the owner had drawn up and was selling for $1.70. I was able to purchase some hankies that had scriptures printed on them with beautiful artwork. I use them to wipe my brow and neck (like a lady, hahaha).

We went to another Mennonite grocery store/cafe called Oak Hill. I picked up a few grocery items and then we were on our way to another shop. You can find these little shops on the farms where they live. They will carry household goods as well as sewing notions, fabric and baby supplies as well as toys.

Then it was time to go waterfall hunting. Erik had Google Maps take us to Cascade Falls, but Google wanted to take us through a farm that led to a cliff with a two-hundred-foot drop to the falls. The farmer gave us correct directions, and off we went. We parked and walked to the falls. It was an easy walk, but it was quite humid because of the intermittent rain showers. There was a nice little pavilion that is at the bottom of Cascade Falls.

From there, we drove to the next point to see Seneca Mills Falls. The trail was quite well defined and made for good bike riding, horseback riding, walking, or running. This is part of the Keuka Lake Outlet Trail. I spotted some little red berry bushes and told Erik not to do any sampling. He was slightly offended and said that he had no plans to eat those berries. They are called Morrow’s Honeysuckle, with mildly toxic effects to humans if consumed. They are toxic to dogs and cats. These Finger Lakes are phenomenal, and it’s interesting to imagine what the glaciers did as they gouged out these areas.

On our way home we stopped at one more Mennonite store. This one was run by a single lady who does alterations and sells homegoods from the store. I loved the hitching post outside for the horse and buggies to be parked. It was laundry day for many families and the clotheslines were so picturesque. With the rain showers, many loads were getting a second special rinse.

Erik decided to bake a loaf of bread on Saturday after our shift. He said, “It’s not the prettiest loaf but it’ll be good anyway.” It was a very tasty loaf. I had made Dr. Berg’s recipe last week and those loaves were really good. I liked Dr. Berg’s recipe because it was very low carbohydrates. My blood glucose is not playing nice and I have arranged for extraordinary blood work to get the bottom of this issue and probably other issues. I will have to go to Auburn for the lab work but we must do what we can to stay healthy. Auburn is an hour east of us.

It’s amazing to think that we have been on our mission for four months. While I was in the temple, I met a lady who looked at my nametag and said, “There’s a Cheryl Naglis in Alberta.” I said, “That’s ME!” Her daughter had served two times in the Lacombe Ward while we were there. Then on the day that Sarah was married in the Calgary temple, I was working a shift and was able to see her in all her wedding finery. What a joy to see her on her wedding day! She told her mother-in-law and mom that I was the lady who told her not to settle for just any guy; but the perfect guy will find you and honor who you are. It was delightful to be able to visit with Sarah’s parents and get a photo outside of the temple together.

Take time to notice all the things in your life. It’s important to be aware and see where you can help another person. One of the measures of our manner of living is how we treat others when no one is watching. Kindness and love are the manner in which we need to live. Sweep the negativity right out of your door (not even under the mat). We need to not hide our light under a bushel but let it shine to the world.

Choose to be a light and have a wonderful week with joy and kindness.

It has been a week of feelings of inadequacy as well as tender mercies. Sometimes there are things that occur that make us shake our heads and wonder how we got ourselves into that pickle. We can blame ourselves and, of course the adversary wants us to have self doubt and think that we are failures. On the other hand, our father in heaven knows our potential and is so forgiving with our errors. So many times, I am shown the quote:

If you think you’ve blown God’s plan for your life, rest in this. You, my beautiful friend, are not that powerful.

Think on this quote and it’s a clear reminder that God’s plan will not be thwarted and you are His child and can overcome all things. God’s plans will always be greater and more beautiful than all your disappointments.

Our grandsons who live on Vancouver Island have been wanting a Ninja Creami for the past two years and they have been saving money to purchase one. Simultaneously, Erik and I both said, “Let’s buy a Creami for them!” Erik went online and found that Costco had them on sale and he ordered one and had it delivered to their address. Then we discovered that they were planning a trip to Alberta for a sibling get-together. The delivery was delayed by a day and we were anxiously waiting to see if the timing would work out. Meanwhile our daughter and son-in-law were purchasing a house on their street for additional rental income. Lots of stress was happening in their home as everyone was watching events play out that were mind boggling. When our daughter saw the UPS truck pull up, she took a photo and then was shocked to see the Ninja Creami box. She covered the box with a sheet and later the boys were able to uncover it and there was some serious joy in their household. Our daughter said that it was the perfect thing to happen while the world swirled around them and stress ensued. The next morning, they were on the ferry heading to the mainland.

We have been waiting for boats to stop in at the Palmyra inlet and Erik was able to catch one that was mooring for the night. He was able to chat with the couple and learned about their experience on the canal.

https://www.houseboating.org/Harriet-Houseboat

It’s a cute little houseboat and the website shows you what it entails with the details about the Erie Canal and what you can experience.

We received news that our grandpuppy, Jeff, had run his course on earth. Jeff was a Great Dane mix rescue puppy. Our son Braeden needed some companionship and brought Jeff home in February of 2019. He was born near the end of November 2018. We have many special memories of Jeff and his short life. Jeff was an epic dog and I have decided to write a book about him. We lived next door to Braeden and he would put Jeff in a crate for the day. I took it upon myself to bring him to us because I could hear him crying like a baby and would tell Erik to go get Jeff and bring him over. Erik and I were involved with a lot of his puppy training and socialization. He was presumed to be a forty pound dog at maturity and he well exceded that! Topping out at 135 pounds, he was a force to be reckoned with.

My heart was aching when I heard the news and then I saw Jeff through the veil looking back at us. Then, without all the pains of an earthly body, he started doing skippity hops and zoomies. I hope our other beloved pets are all together with Jeff.

Friday was a day for exploring. We headed south to Taughannock Falls just outside of Ithaca. This landmark was impressive and is the tallest free falling waterfall east of the Mississippi river. We opted to go to the overlook and it was awesome! You can also hike to the lower part of the falls but Wanda told me that the overlook had a better view of the whole picture.

From the falls we headed into Ithaca. I was on a double-fold mission. There was a quilt shop that I needed to find and I wanted to check out the ice cream made by the Cayuga Creamery. We drove downtown to the quilt shop and it was delightful. I had a specific pattern that I was shopping for and so wasn’t able to enjoy the whole atmosphere of the shop. An employee, Toby, was so wonderful to work with and we had a great time. The owner, Linda, came to chat with us and of course, the conversation turns to our nametags and how a best friend of hers, joined the church and now lives out west. Linda, herself has relatives in the Grande Prairie area of Alberta.

After leaving the shop, we headed to a Thai restaurant and ate some lunch before searching for the Ithaca Falls. They were spectacular!!! You can get up close and personal with them. On the way out, I saw a German Weimaraner dog. She came right up to me and leaned against me, just like how Jeff would. The owner expressed surprise and said, “I’m shocked, because she doesn’t usually go up to strangers!” I knew that Jeff was hugging me.

We drove according to the GPS and found the Cayuga Creamery. As we parked, I had a big shock. I saw a dog exactly like Jeff. A Great Dane with the identical markings of Jeff. I jumped out of the car and chased down the owner with his two dogs. I explained about Jeff and was so surprised to see his dog with the exact same markings. His dog’s name was Ollie and she was three years old. The Black Lab was Ellie and was four years old. Jeff had markings similar to a beagle but had spots (freckles on his legs). I tell you, there are tender mercies everywhere you look!

We bought our scoops of ice cream and then headed back to the car to go back to Palmyra. We drove alongside the west side of Cayuga Lake which is one of the finger lakes. It is 40 miles long; being the longest and second deepest of the finger lakes. We were driving along the scenic byway and it was so interesting to see the homes and farms along the way. I’ve posted a photo of the type of barn we are seeing with the stone foundation.

I struggled with my temple shift schedule although at first, I didn’t. Four sisters showed up that were supposed to be on my schedule but weren’t. I was devastated because I know these temple workers can drive from a considerable distance to come to their shifts. We look after the Wednesday shifts on the first, third and fifth weeks. I didn’t understand what I did wrong and why it happened. The next morning, I received a call from one of the workers and she told me what happened when she left. She offered to give another worker a drive home and they discussed some tender moments that have happened in their lives. When she called me, she reminded me that God is aware of me and that the schedule was out of my hands and that God was in control. Things do happen that we aren’t necessarily in control of. When I am in leadership positions, I really strive hard to do everything correctly and when things happen that change the course of the day, I start to blame myself and then start thinking, “There must be a reason for this.” That call was an incredible tender mercy for me.

The next tender mercy was to see Sister Jill Cosman at our Branch on Sunday. She is from the Lacombe Ward as well. She has had a rough start to her mission and we embraced for a long time and shared some tears. Her companion was given permission to come to a baptism on Sunday for William’s wife, Katrina. I was thrilled to see Sister Cosman and we were able to catch up and talk about the trials and joys of being on a mission. Another incredible tender mercy!

A new Elder just arrived in the Syracuse New York mission. He wasn’t assigned to a Spanish speaking mission but here he is on his first week and giving a talk in Sacrament meeting in Spanish. Elder Knox is a champ! He is from Arizona. We had Compartir (Linger Longer) after the baptism and I was able to ask William about the food in Venezuela. He told me that sometime, him and Katrina would love to visit Canada. My cupcakes that I brought were a hit and there were no leftovers.

This recipe really is awesome!

The website is: meaningfuleats.com/gluten-free-chocolate-cupcakes/ ( I can’t embed the url).

I know this exactly!

Elder Bednar has coined this beautifully. Tender mercies are given to us personally and are given to us for strength and guidance. I know that I am loved through these tender mercies. The peace they bring is so heartwarming and comforting. How we receive them are through faith, obediance and humility.

1 Nephi 1:20 But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance.

What a week! Many heartaches and many tears but in the end, so much joy.

Stay true and faithful, my friends. Enjoy your tender mercies and again when you receive them, have a little or a lot of Vitamin G. Gratitude brings even more mercies and blessings into your lives.

What a week of events! The big news in Rochester this week has been the mountain lion. So many memes have been created from this event. One fellow was interviewed for television and he is so funny with his retelling of the encounter. People are taking advantage of this rare event to promote their businesses.

The mountain lion was even made a parade marshall in a meme. In western Canada we wouldn’t have this much fun with a big kitty but hey, let’s enjoy the fun of it all.

On Wednesday, we decided to attend the Concert on the Beach to hear the Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra. One of the temple matrons, who heard our account of going to the park for the 60’s & 70’s band, said, “I told you guys not to go!” There is so much police presence now, that I think the ruffians are kept at bay and there were so many people who came to listen. I did a rough guestimate and came up with a couple thousand people. The theme for the night was beach/ocean music. They were so good and the conductor had a good sense of humor. People were wearing a paper headband that looked like a shark with an open mouth. That was my clue that we were going to hear water themed music. When the orchestra did the “Jaws” theme near the end, all the orchestra members put on the paper shark hats.

Did you know that you can use Google to identify not only photos of things but also use it to identify songs? Press the microphone button in the search bar and then press the search for songs or music icon. Bingo, bango, bongo…the song is identified and you feel so smart, hahaha! I used it to identify some of the songs. I recognised the song from “The Little Mermaid”, Under the Sea. My girls watched that VHS movie over many times and could sing the song, which I’m sure many kids from the 80’s could do. The theme from Pirates of the Caribbean was very well done as was all the music.

Erik had cut up a watermelon to snack on during the concert and we had a great time. We managed to get to the farmer’s market which is only a block from us and we met most of the vendors and chatted about their goods. Erik bought a little basket of Black Caps.

These are also known as Thimbleberry berries. They are wild and tiny in the woods. The berries had been picked by a young girl, and Erik wanted to support her entrepreneurial spirit. The family lived on a farm, and her dad told us about their family and his dreams for them. They are trying to be more self-sustaining by raising beef and are looking to add lambs to their mix. This little gal was the oldest of the children, and she wants a greenhouse for next year. The dad said that groceries are so expensive, and to raise a family, it isn’t easy. When he goes to the grocery store for breakfast items, he’s stressed about how much it costs. We commiserated with him and explained the steep rise of groceries in Canada as well. Dad sells one beef cow a month during the markets as well as pork. I love that they are working hard to figure out how best to live and survive.

I was also at a Mexican family’s stand, buying a big honeydew melon. The granddaughter was slicing chunks to give taste testers a try. I talked to her grandfather and discovered a Mexican run restaurant in Sodus. We will be going there. I told him that we were disappointed in trying to find good Mexican food and he gave us this tip. I looked at the menu and it does look promising.

We met a family from Alberta on the temple grounds. This is my first close encounter; the grandmother is from the same Ward (congregation) as our son, Lyndon and his family. Our cousin Janice (Wayne) Bunny are also in that Ward. The rest of the family is from the Riverbend Stake in Edmonton. Erik was able to take family photos of them in front of the temple.

This week EFY (Especially for Youth) was here at the temple for a couple of days. These youth come from all over the USA, including Hawaii. Again, I am in awe of their faith and reverence in the temple. I had the opportunity to talk with a couple of small groups about the Sacred Grove and the significance of symbols on the outside of the temple. As I am able to share some of my experiences with the youth, they are always grateful. I talk to them as if they are adults and treat them as adults. They appreciate that I don’t talk down to them or treat them like little children. Aren’t we all like little children to the Lord? We can all have spiritual experiences if we slow ourselves down enough to listen and to earnestly want to know what the Lord has to tell us. Many times, I think that we know what He’s going to tell us and then we don’t bother asking. You may be very surprised at what His answer would be. If I told you how many times, I am trying to wrestle out a problem and find a solution and the Lord reminds me, “Your ways are not My ways.” Then, I stop and ask what His solution is. Our hurry scurry lifestyles aren’t conducive to hearing His voice.

On Tuesday evening, we decided to go for a little hike but forgot that we came home from our shift later than usual and as we were driving, Erik notes that it’s already 8 pm. We went to a little hike along Ganargua Creek. It’s simply idylic and at spots you can get to the creek’s edge. It was hard to stop for longer than 20 seconds because the mosquitoes were out in full force and they were eager for a meal. Erik wanted me to take photos to identify some plants and I said, “Get your own app, I don’t want to be eaten alive!” Then he was randomly picking berries and popping them in his mouth!!!! AHHHHH; I thought he was crazy! He asked me what they were after eating them. Good heavens! The flora here is very different from out west and I think that we should err on the side of caution. We met a couple along the trail and Erik asked them if they knew what he was eating. We decided that the berries were Black Caps. As it was getting darker, we thought it prudent to head back to the car. Seeing the woman that we met previously, she explained that she had lost her key fob to the car and asked if we had seen it. Knowing the length of grass, I knew it was going to take a miracle to find them. We immediately started praying to find the key fob. I found a black axel cover but no fob. When we were at the cars, Erik looked around and under the car to see if it could possibly have fallen at the beginning of their hike. As I asked the Lord if the fob was near me, He said, “No.” Shortly, the woman appeared at the trail head and told us that she had found her key fob on the trail!! She told us that she had been praying for it and I told her that we were praying as well. She only had one key fob, but we were prepared to drive them to their home to get something figured out. Alls well that ends well.

I don’t have time to make cookies very often but this week I decided to try a new recipe. I’m not a fan of raisins so what I like to do is chop up dates into small pieces and replace the raisins with the dates in a recipe. They are amazing in cookies and it has been a happy experiment.

• https://www.fodmapeveryday.com/recipes/one-bowl-oatmeal-chocolate-chip-cookies/

I had to lend my guardian angels to Erik this week. He still isn’t feeling on top of his game. The sore throat has continued for far too long. He went to get it checked and it isn’t Strep throat. Maybe it’s the use of air conditioning when we aren’t used to it. I also asked for his ministering angels to get to work, please; swords and shields at the ready!! He felt much better the next morning and was able to work our shift at the temple.

The joy I felt when a member of our branch came to the temple with his dad, his son and a recent convert to the church! The dad wanted his grandson to perform the baptism by proxy for his brother that had passed away a few months ago. The dad told me that it was very exciting and emotional for him and brought tears to his eyes. When William, the new convert saw Erik in his white suit, he was in awe and impressed. We have watched the transformation of William since he started learning about the gospel. He has hope now and a sense of purpose. Being able to officiate in the sacrament ordinance has been very special for him. His wife will be getting baptized this coming Saturday. Their faith has grown by leaps and bounds and has made me appreciate how the Lord can work in each of our lives.

I am trying to listen and tune out the world. I know that what the Lord says and promises will come to us.

When you feel like you are hanging on to the last thread, it’s time to step back and take some deep breaths. Reflect on what God has promised you. I find great solace in reflecting on the covenants that I have made with God and what He promises me as a reward for keeping up my end.

In this world of turmoil and confusion, we can rely and must rely on the arm of God to lead us through it all. Look for the light which is the light of Christ that gives us all hope, peace and joy.

Stay well, be safe and show love where ever you can.