As Jan, Mother and I were traveling home from Manti yesterday, Jan started reading passages out of her journal. I hope that some of the words that I will enter in this journal may serve to do some uplifting to some poor soul, meaning me.
I have to do some catching up on past events and I will do my best to bring it up to date.
I have been convalescing to an extent from a bad back. This problem has been bothering me for the past few months. I definitely believe that I am on the mend.
Since this is a missionary journal I will primarily contend with those things pertaining to my mission. I must however add those happenings and events that are meaningful to me.
I guess I'll start with the shots. My typhoid shot was a killer. My arm ached for days and it made me sick. I get the second dose two days before I go into the MTC! Polio was OK, it was an oral vaccine. I guess I will get the majority of my shots while I am in the MTC and then I will get some gamma-globulin shots every three months while in Bolivia.
I have had some really good talks with my Bishop and Stake President. Bishop Christensen is a real good man as is President Cleghorn. They have provided me with loving and wise counsel during these last weeks.
This weekend has really been a big event for me. Thursday morning Jeff Smith and I drove over to Provo. We barged in on Boyd Hill but as usual he offered us his floor and the rest of his house.
On Friday we met Mother and Jan at Mr. Mac's in Salt Lake. Jeff and I got just about everything we needed right there in one store. We got close to 50% off on all of our purchases.
Then we went over to purchase our first pairs of garments. A lady sent us into dressing rooms to try them on. That was really strange.
Jeff and I were fasting that day and it seems as if Mom and Jan were trying to tempt us. Every time we turned around they were eating or drinking something!
Saturday was a real big event. As I pondered and thought about going through the temple I realized to a small extent the responsibility that I would have to accept. I just pray to the Lord that I will always be able to handle these responsibilities.
The temple ceremony was really neat. There were a lot of things that I couldn't comprehend. Fortunately I will be able to go through several more times before I leave for Bolivia.
The temple was so beautiful I just forgot about everything except for the endowment ceremony. We were blessed to have in our company: Mother, my Aunt La Rue, Wilford Moses, Gary Hall, Bishop Christensen, Lynn Shumway, and of course Jeff, Mitch, and myself. I wish that my beloved sister Jan Leslie could have gone with but I know that her time will come and she will settle for no less.
After we went through the temple Aunt June prepared a marvelous feast of baked ham, salads and various other delectable foods. It was grand!
The trip home was OK. I am afraid that I will miss the scenic beauty of Utah and Colorado.
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