“Where is the Water?”

Saturday

November 16, 2013

Dear Family,

The story of the week . . . . be flexible. After four days without water, today was the big day. pqGg-ZV5tuIHLqFTMNEYQjVop5xvLN53cMEcVcyZgSA Water, yea really.  It came out of the taps and no more trying to find water to flush the toilet.  It was wonderful.  It’s kind of been like camping, we are making due. Just try telling the 14 kids that showed up for Institute that the bathrooms are really not useable!  Awkward!

 

NOTE TO SELF: Go  down stairs, try to find a pump or something to get water out of those black 55-gallon plastic containers. Not sure what color the water is. I think it changes colors after a few years. Do you have any idea how much water it takes to flush the toilet?

CHALLENGE:  How about living on what you have for a week. Turn off the water for a couple of days. No cheating.

Monday (P-Day) started with an enjoyable day visiting Agatha Crocodile Farm in the mountains north of us about 1 hour away. 2djeCtpMSAYrxeuHWr7akKA__nodsnhi-HXATilTEWQWe stopped on the way to a quiet little town with quaint shops and had lunch.  The people were so anxious to be of help.  The skirt Mom wanted to buy needed to be shortened.  “No problem,” the clerk said in her broken English.  “I know a lady who has a sewing machine.  The other clerk will watch the store and I can walk there and back in no time at all”… and she did.  Both clerks squealed when I handed them a little extra money for their efforts.  It was small, but you would have thought I had given them a bundle.  It made Mom and I grateful for the many blessing the Lord has showered upon us.

The Crock farm was a treat.  There were 200 females and 20 males, all anxious for lunch. They eat a lot of chicken, each other if they pass away, and tourists if they happen to slip and fall it.

The guide gave us a lot of interesting facts:

1)            males only fight males

2)            females only fight females

3)            males always allow females to eat first

4)            females pick their male companion

5)            as you can see by the ratio of males to females, each male has a group of females    that are his.

6)            They eat about every 5 days

7)            No waste on this farm.  If an old crock dies, they skin it, use the hide and feed the rest of the old crock to the other crocodiles.

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After our experience at the crocodile farm, I could not help myself and showed our

Institute group the short clip by President Packard on “Spiritual Crocodiles”.

I have thought a lot about Grandpa Harward this week. (my Dad)  I think his missionary experience in 1923 here in South Africa was  little different from ours. I love and appreciate both my Mom and Dad for their life of service and love.

As we watch the sky, we are in awe of this wonderful place.  I think our Father in Heaven loved South Africa.  The creations of His hands are everywhere.

Today we took our 4-hour round trip to Venda.  Mom taught Rueben and the children about Baptism and the Holy Ghost.  It was powerful.  She told them that the Holy Ghost can be felt in many different ways and because the Holy Ghost is a spirit, He can dwell inside of them.  She explained that the Holy Ghost can fill our souls with light and warmth.  Mom took a small flashlight and put inside a little paper puppet to show them how it could brighten our souls and make us happy. (Alma 5:14)

The children seemed to understand as they saw the glow of the light through the paper sack.  I know how I felt. We sang lots of songs.  Mom taught the children two new songs, “Baptism and “The Holy Ghost.”  She had asked Elder Palmer if he would bring his guitar and help her teach the children the song,  “Jesus Once Was a Little Child.”  The children loved this.   What a sweet family to watch grow, as four of the grandkids prepare for baptism.

While we were inside, part of the family was outside washing clothes.  All you need is a bucket for the water, a scrubbing brush, a board to scrub on, and lots of hard work.  Oh, I guess you need lots of dirty clothes too.  They were pleasant and the little girl was the cutest little thing ever.

Today on the drive back to Polokwane, I thought of Verlan and Coleen Hogue.  We  are the best of friends and they are our “lets go to Monticello, Utah and see if we can make any money in Real Estate” buddies. These 3 trucks reminded me of our journey down from Provo.

Other notable events: Family Home Evening was awesome with some members. This week was training the Primary leadership. It went well. Brother Andres is a good man.  He is getting more involved and going to see him is always a sweet experience.

Patrick is reading, praying and asking loads of great questions.  He is keeping us on our toes. The Spirit is always strong when we are at his home teaching.  We look forward each week for our next visit.

We love you so much. Have the great week. We are always proud as we share with others of your goodness and example.

Love,

MOM & DAD

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