My Miracle is home...sweet home.....

Dear Friends and family, Well... it looks like my little blogity blog has come to a close. My missionary is back. Laura rocked Rochester, prayed in Palmyra, gave historic tours on scared grounds with the spirit guiding her, touched the lives of God's children who are searching for answers to their own problems, helped the poor and needy, bore the burdens of others , shared her testimony many times to members and non-members. There has been much sweat and tears in her learning, serving, loving, preaching and teaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. Whew!!
On Oct 21 , 2009 the day started out like this... Grandma" what are the plans for today?" Me..." we are picking up our missionary", Grandma....." sob, sob, warm tear rolls down her hot little cheek.... and in a very small -quite -almost reverent voice...our little missionary Lolo" She is coming home today, the little one who overcame so much has served the Lord with all her heart might mind and soul"

Grandma... "ohhh... that Lolo, she makes my heart hurt, I still see her sitting on the bed in tears, hitting her precious face with her wooby blanket, trying to be brave. Now look what she did" Do I look okay to go pick her up at the airport? Yes , Mom, just grand. "Well you are so dressed up," she says to me...Well... I am the mother of the "bride". Awesome friend.. Jilly McCloud was the chauffeur, as we piled in her SUV full of excitement, we drive down the road, me and Jill aren't so good with directions, but we made it with laughter the whole way. After we park and head for the terminal, we see other families anxiously waiting for the return of their missionary's. They have posters, balloons and tons of peeps. We on the other hand just pretend we are movie stars and let our bling do the talkin. Holiday Bryn and her mother Linda are there full of laughter and support. We watch as the people come down the escalator. We wait and wait and wait. No sign of Lolo... Holiday Bryn starts pulling out staff passes, get out of jail free passes, and "I OWN THIS AIRPORT" passes, takes the stairs 2 by 2 and heads up to find our Lolo. A few minutes later, we see Holiday Bryn standing at the top of the escalator smiling , that must mean Lolo is coming her way . We later find out, Holiday Bryn heads on the plane, past pilots, crew, first class, and looks and finds our lolo. Hugs of course and leads her to the place ( just like Brigham Young ) where we are all waiting. Around the corner comes our missionary, full of smiles, as she descends down the escalator, I fight back the tears, but it ain't gonna happen, she runs off and into my arms. Ohh what a feeling. The paparazzi were in full swing so every cherished moment could be caught on film. After I let her go, there were hugs and tears all around. GLORIOUS.... what a beautiful day. Our missionary has returned with Honor. We chat, hug, and all say our good-buys as we part in different directions. Once in the Jilly mobile, I crash into the arms of Lolo and she just holds me. Jilly and Grandma are bawling in the front seats. Then we get lost trying to get out of the parking terminal. So we laugh and finally head for home. The scenic route of course.... haha....by the time we land in Provo we have only minutes before we are to be at the Stake President's house for her release. We pick up Papa and head up the hill. He greets us at the door and says to Laura" Welcome Home". We pile in his front room and he begins to tells us how to plan for an easier adjustment into life, after serving and always having a set time and schedule, sometimes the transitions hard. After the advice, he hands me a folder . I open and he has ME read her release certificate. Crocodile tears all over my Hollywood dress, my voice cracking, but I made it through. Then he looks at Laura and says" Now take off your name tag" It was heartbreaking sad, we were all crying, what a mess we are, so tender hearted. Then after much advice and when he said " Laura you have served an honorably full time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, well done". We head for the car and head to California Pizza Kitchen ( thanks Deanna) to meet up with other Elders who served in her district in NYC. They had a grand time, talking about NYC, they were all so cute and happy. Then she left with the Elders and I didn't see her for 2 days. They are keeping her busy, it helps with the transition. I am grateful for them. We still don't know the date for her report to the ward talk, but it will be posted on face book. Now that Laura's journey in the mission field is finished and a new chapter is about to start, it is a wee bit un-nerving not knowing what is the best way to go. Then Lolo reminds me, that if we always stay close to our Father in Heaven, he will guide us in the directions that will be best for us to progress. Laura is one amazing young lady , her stories are so powerful and like treasures to hear. It is Onedurful Hinks. she is home. A BIG Thanks to all who supported Lolo and for the many letters, cards, and dollars sent to her, she was just like Grandpa Cragun, who returned with more dollars than he left with. With the hard comes the sweet and is it ever so sweet. One last time," Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side". Love from Kathy the proud mother of a returned missionary.

Last Letter to my Daughter

........ How do I start a entry like this. I am full of sweet tender emotion today. I wrote the last letter to my daughter Laura that she will receive from me while serving on her mission. My little parents are here, and my mommy just rubbed my head and Roostifer Jane is snoozing with my Papa. Can it get any better than this? Just thinking about Lolo created a earthquake, which turned into a tsunami. Tears everywhere. I have written Laura approx. 100 letters, sent 65 boxes, and prayed for her daily. You guys... she did it !! she fulfilled a full -time mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She is an disciple of the Lord. I have pictures all over my office, Her acceptance and 'called to serve' letter, the writing of 'Disciple of God' by Henry B. Erying, a picture of a young Joseph Smith before his leg operation , his father holding him so tenderly, and the faith in his eyes says a thousand words, you can feel the love and respect for his father. I have a picture of the three apostles giving Joseph Smith the Priesthood, in the sacred grove. I have a letter from Lisa Clark' lessons about how to gain and strengthen your testimony, I have an article sent to me by Holiday Bryn by President Gordon G. Hinckly on " it will all work out" I have some thoughts about the pain of mortality and that it is expected of us to have pain , endure the pain to the end and suffer in this life to be exalted on high. I have a little quote saying 'missionary work is the blood life of the Church'. there is no more important work. It blesses the lives of all those who participate in it. It will continue blessing future generations" My heart of so full of love, admiration and respect for Lolo, her companions, her mission President, the investigators and all of you who helped support and love my girl. Whilst I was composing Lolo her last letter, I thought to my self.... wait a tick...... this is the last letter she will read, so the pressure was on, Make it good Kidia, she deserves the best you can do. I glanced at her shoes she sent back already, worn, torn, scuffed but faith in every footstep. I can visualize my Lolo walking for hours, then going door to door to find the people who are willing to open their lives up and listen to the words they have to say. I prayed for her to be led to those pure in heart, searching for the truth. Her companions have all written me about how loved she is in the mission field. I have taped voice mails of people who met lolo on a tour or lesson who absolutely fell in love with her sweet spirit and smile, then took the time to let me know how wonderful she was ..... Yayyy.... that's my girl. I told Lolo that now that she has completed her mission call, more will be expected of her in her life. Her missionary work is really just now kicking in. Lolo will always be a missionary and ready to talk of Christ at any opportunity given. I am so proud of my little Lolo and in 6 1/2 days I will be hugging her with all my might, I might not just let her go. My Laura will be returning with Honor, and I can hardly wait to see her and just to touch her arm. The feeling is unexplainable. I am so filled with joy, I love my daughter and she loves me. She told me God has a plan for this mother and daughter dynamic duo... I can't wait to see what it is. I could go on and on about how much I love Laura and how she completed her mission with strong faith, love and very honorably. I might get a chance to write a story about Papa Jack and the army and his mission. Talk about shennigians. But as for now... I will close with love for all of you, who have so faithfully supported Laura, your lives will be forever blessed by your sacrifices made in her behalf. I love ya all and hope to see you all soon. Thank-you for all you have done for us.
"Stay on the Bright Side of the Light Side" Love to you ...a Missionary mom for one more week.....Kathy

Power of Brotherly Love....

Happy Monday to all my friends and family who take the time to read my little blog. Laura is home in 15 days... my cancer cells have dropped in number, General Conference was amazing. The blessings are abounding shall we say. I always thought my little bloggity blog was just for me keeping you informed of lolo, venting or recording for posterity. However, today whilst talking to my Brother Doug, I learned how much it has influenced his life. What... What...? Bro. Doug drifted away from our wonderful gospel for a time or two. He told me that reading my blog about Lolo's experiences and my own spiritual growth and feelings, he had a change of heart. He is now a regular temple goer and is serving in his Stake Presidency. We shall do as Jesus asked us to and " love our brother", not to be a quick judge on others, and lend our ear and support to those facing difficult challenges. I have often said the Primary song" He sent His Son" is one of my favorites. In the simplest of words it tells what our Father in Heaven has asked us his faithful children to do. " Live like his Son". I was so happy for brother Doug. ( Dougly, R2 Doug 2, Dougie Fresh) He sounded as peace and his heart was full of gratitude to who?.. me... I never thought my words would have a profound effect on anyone, other than me, Laura, and Roostifer Jane. As Hinks would say... it was ONEDURFUL" I contribute my gospel growth to the fact that Laura is serving a mission. Laura has made me see the "light" in a different way ...through her missionary experiences, I strive to learn more in the missionary way. Preach My Gospel is an amazing way to teach and learn. Laura has made me want to be a stronger member of Jesus Christ's gospel as well as a better person. And in 15 days I get to thank her myself. For those of ya all, who don't know the words to the song I am going to print them at the end. While teaching Primary years ago I was blessed to be taught the words of this song by the lovely Lisa Clark. Lisa was the Primary chorister. Her actions used to help the children along... helped this ( Me) Sunbeam teacher remember them. Now I serve with Lisa in Young Women's, how lucky can one gal be? Lisa is a great example of how we as Mother's in Zion need to love those around us. Here is the song: " How could the Father tell the world, of love and happiness? He sent his son a new born babe,with peace and holiness. How could the Father show the world, the pathway we should go? He sent his Son to walk with men, On earth, that we may know. How could the Father tell the world, Of sacrifice of death? He sent his Son to die for us, and rise with living breath. What does the Father ask of us? What do the scriptures say Have Faith, have hope, Live like his Son, Help others on their way. What does he ask? Live like his Son. That's about it... so simple... Help others on their way. My challenge to you is to find someone to help them on their way, and You will find a happiness that you can find no other way. "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" Help others on the way ! Thank you for your prayers for Mr. Bill and his sweetheart. Love a missionary mom for 15 more days. Kathy

Say a prayer....

Hi my nearest and dearest friends and family, This morning I have a small request. To please say a special prayer for my friend Mr. Bill and his wife Joanie. I received a note from him saying she is getting frail and weak, and I know they are both a little scared. Mr. Bill.... the wonderful Priesthood holder who gave me a Priesthood blessing when I was at death's door at Huntsman, is having his own struggles and challenges. Mr. Bill tenderly taught me about the morality of our lives, the pain we must endure to learn the valuable lessons needed in the eternities, that it is all God's plan. And most importantly how much we are loved by the Father. When you are married and sealed by President David O' McKay, friends with President Gordon B. Hinckley, L. Tom Perry, Mark E. Peterson and many other brethren, you know the life you lead has been greatly influenced by some of God's best. I have been so fortunate to be his friend and blessed to have him teach me the way. It breaks my heart to see him so tender. So this small request goes out to you my friends, to help another along. "Stay on the Right side of the Light Side" All is well.
Love you, and thank you. Kathy

Don't make me........

Dear Friends and Family, Today is Sunday and a perfect way to finish a perfect week. First.. thank you for all your sweet cards, gifts and well wishes ( especially those from Slick City, you know who you are : )
I had a most wonder week leading up to my birthday , surprise party, lots of cards and treats. Laura is coming home in 24 days and Elder Jordan Cook from her mission said he made a paper chain to count down. Laura has had the most wonderful, spiritual growing experiences we never could have imagined. I will relay this one, cuz it's funny and sooo Lolo. They were at District meeting, and they came in with a bad case of the giggles and treats. A do "gooder"
felt the need to lecture them on loud laughing Well.... if you know Lolo like I know Lolo, she laughs loud and often. The "do gooder" continues to chastise them and others who laugh. Her poor little newbie companion was feeling like a bad missionary, slowly her shoulders sank, then her head went down, and the crocodile tears fell,before Laura could put a comforting arm around her, she bolts from the room with a major panic attack and locks herself in the handicap stall. Laura tried to get her to come out. " No Way she says" So our little Lolo says " Don't make me come get you" companion is still crying in fetal position, then Lolo says ' don't make me spoon ya" she slithers under the door and holds her little companion, softly telling her she needs a Priesthood blessing, she slides back out under the door, heads back to the Elders who look like deers in headlights and Lolo sets it all up. Sitting, standing, full name of companion, etc... heads back to the bathroom slides back under and then tells her she has it all set up and she needs this blessing. After much coxing, she comes out. Many of the Elders have glassy eyes, but all were so concerned for her and her welfare. A beautiful blessing was said, the Elders left and the two sisters cried in the nursery room. Then the giggles began, so it was time to head home. Laura said" the Lord wants you to be happy and laugh while serving, a happy face is much more approachable. Oh... my girl... home in 24 days...She has done so well. She became the Mother to the Elders and Sisters, she took care of them and did an amazing job teaching and preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. Am I proud ??? I think I am walking above ground . Lolo took it upon herself to followed total obedience during her mission, and to watch the others in the mission field like a mother hen. She is wonderful. We still don't don't know the official homecoming date. I am getting antsy, and peeps need to make plans. But I also know it will all work out. I will post the date when I receive it so you can come and hear her homecoming talk. I will probably be in a puddle of tears basking in her sweetness and homecoming. So don't mind me, if you see a box of Kleenex under my arm, it's all good ! Roostier Jane wanted me to add a couple words. She reminded me that Holiday Bryn also met Brad , Angelina and kids, Matt Lauder,Katie Couric, Suze Orman, Oprah, Dr. Phil, Jerry Springer, the Pope and she flies close to God... SHE WINS!! We just love our Holiday Bryn. And "Spooning" is our way of comforting, and Lolo is a healer. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" as all is well. Love from a trunky missionary mom, Kathy and little Roostifer Jane

Holiday Bryn and Arnold

Hi guys, it's me... Roostifer Jane, Mom's busy getting Christmas things done, the house is decorated like Halloween, and it's 7 days before her birthday. Mom is one crazy mixed up Chick, but there is always a method behind her madness. I already put my Christmas list in, I want a dolphin, pony, snowy machine, and a unicorn. That's all. I know she can pull it off, Mom's magic. I wanted to tell you of our Holiday Bryn. That gal... Mom knew she was up to something fantastic. Well... she was just hanging out with Maria Shriver in the ladies room at Sun Valley. Then she shasyahed her little bad self over to Arnold.. yep yep. , the Governor of poor ole California. Man 'O' man, Bryn can make a holiday out of anything, that's why mom calls her Holiday Bryn, who knows who she meets and greets when working first class in the skies. So.... lets see...Mitt and the Romney;s, Jon and the Huntsman's, Dennis the Rodman, the Kennedy's, and the Schwarzenegger. Jo Lo and Bennifer at Sundance Film Festival just to name a few. It's great to be friends with Holiday Bryn, she has the best stories. As for me... well... I got groomed, so I pouted, and Mom went out of her way to spoil me so I wouldn't be mad at her( my pouting works every time) Poor Mom..." Lolo what are we gonna do with Mom? love her..just love her, that's all we can do" We are on the count down of 32 days before her little baby goat Lolo comes home. Are excited or what?. Well I guess Mom's putting up the Christmas stuff already. I can't keep her down, I have to bark my self silly to get her to take an afternoon rest with me.. Oh... yeah... I am getting quite popular in my pink Mercedes Benz buggy. I just wave my little paw like a beauty queen, circle.. circle or twist of the wrist like Queen Elizabeth. One evening the Paparazzi was out in full force. Have you seen my face lately? I am adorable. Alas... my time has run out, Lolo is doing great, and writing stories that make Mom cry a river, tears in her ears I could go on, but you get the picture. Mom's a cry baby, we need to toughen her up. Grandpa in the garden says she wears her heart on her sleeve, what ever that means. She just says she's tender. Okay Mom... I gotcha back. " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and make your Christmas lists out early this year, I'll even help you, I know Santa. Love from Roostifer Jane and a very busy missionary mom.
PS. Lolo's new address is Peter Whitmore farmhouse,or the main office written in red to the left. : }

17 months of blessings

Hi gang, friends, family, dogs and cats, cougars and pet fishes,
Wow !! It's getting close, she's almost home. I can't bring myself to believe it. Everyone says'It went by so fast" , And it did. As I have Roostifer Jane draped over my shoulder, I try to find the words that will be inspiring, heart felt, loving, caring and grateful to all of you who have helped Laura and Me out for 17 months. The encouraging letters from family and friends. The " how's our missionary doing" echoing from the church halls and neighborhood patio's. The financial help from friends and family who wanted to contribute, because they believe in missionary's , their purpose , admiration and the sacrifices they make. The friends who made commitments to give each month for the 18 months, through the world recession and their own recession faithfully dipped into their pockets and helping. Oh.... what promised blessings you will receive. It has been 17 months of health issues, tears and worry. It has been 17 months of trips to the hospital, some in the middle of the night. It is learning about letting others serve you, and letting them receive those blessings. It has been 17 months of fasting and praying for our Lolo, It has been 17 months of Heavenly Fathers tender mercies, for learning and spiritual growth. It has been 17 months of relying upon the Father to watch and protect over us and never feel alone or lonely. When the Mission President asked Laura if she wanted to stay in Palmyra or go else where. Of course, Laura said " I'll go where you need me" So when I received a quick note saying she was at the Peter Whitmore Farmhouse Residence, and still gives tours at Church Historic sites. I felt joy in knowing she is finishing up her mission serving on sacred grounds. I thank Heavenly Father daily for her protection and experiences. Too many to write, but she has them faithfully recorded, I would like to think just as Nephi of old. Words can not describe how much I have missed my missionary, side kick and faithful daughter. However, in all the affliction's we both have faced, it has been the most humbling, and wonderful 17 months I will ever experience. The letters I have received from Lolo show her growth, faith and love for Jesus Christ. In her letters, she describes to me the miracles that happen on a daily basis. There are no coincidences with the Lord involved. His faithful walk the streets in humid, hot, cold rainy weather, trying to spread the gospel to all in such little time. These missionary's know the Plan of Salvation so well, they want everyone to have a chance to hear the message. The countdown is 38 days and the red haired -tired -swollen and bruised feet, sweet, gentle spirit missionary ... my daughter will be home. Then we have to catch-up, that could weeks or even months, so if you don't see me you can assume I am in a quiet spot with my daughter listening to her read her journal, with Roostifer Jane happily in- between us.
Our Holiday Bryn had a birthday, so hopefully I'll get a telegram telling me in detail just where she went. Amazon, Philippines, Africa, ya never know with Holiday Bryn. I am living my world traveling through her. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLIDAY BRYN. We love you and your spunky, funky bad self. To everyone... cougar included.. we love you and are so grateful for your friendship and support. " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" love from a missionary mom Kathy

The last transfer for Lolo !!

Hi folks, this will be short... Laura was transferred yesterday to Seneca Falls NY. I do not have an address yet, but will post as soon as I get it. Hopefully tomorrow. The thing I like about this transfer is that Seneca Falls has a nickname...Sneaky Falls... very fitting for Lolo. Also it was a place where women's movements and equal rights were started there Like Amelia Bloomer, who made it possible for women to wear trousers. So that is how the name bloomers got started. They named the trousers after Lilly Bloomer. I love folk tales. Hope many more are to come. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side. and to be continued..............love a missionary Mom for 42 more days. Kathy

49 days...REALLY?????

Hi everyone, It's me Roo again. Me and Mom were just talkin today about the excitement of Lolo's return and we both agree that it was easier to send her off, than the anticipation of her homecoming. Before the MTC, We were packing for weeks and Lolo was reading Preach My Gospel. The house was destroyed, cuz Mom was gonna have plenty of time to organize it all perfectly. Mom was gonna sleep, walk, send boxes to Lolo and scrapbook. Well... who threw the monkey wrench in that plan? It's been nothing like we planned. Mom did send Lolo a box everyday she was at the MTC, full of treats for her and her new missionary pals. To date.. Mom has sent approx. 51 boxes to New York. I said " Mom. I think Lolo knows you love and adore her.....51 boxes...really?..... Well guess who is the most popular Mom in the mission field. Yep... Yep... our Mom. Once Lolo was settled in Rochester, Mom received a nice letter from President Hemmingway, in the letter he said" thank you for sending such a well prepared daughter to serve the Lord" Like Uncle Doyle always says" Preparation is a Wonderful thing" I am really loving my nightly strolls in my pink Mercedes Benz. I wave my little paw like a pageant queen at everyone, and say things like yo..yo, and whad up? and have you seen my cute face lately. Then all the little kiddies like to pet my head cuz I am so soft and smell so good. My secret....Juicy Couture, I have the whole set..Lolo got it for me. I am learning to sleep like a real person. Instead of sleeping on Mom's head like a Russian Hat, I have learned how to spoon like big people. Speaking of spoon, Lolo invented it, she is the best. Mom calls her a healer when she puts her red head in-between Mom's shoulder blades. Just think Mom will get Laura back in 49 days. We will be very busy at our house making sure the house is ready for our missionary's return. We are just so proud of our little Lolo, she got to visit Niagara Falls and had a fun day. She could get one more transfer before she comes home. President Hemmingway asked her if she would like to stay in Palmyra or full time in another town? She said " I'll go where you need me the most" Lolo is my idol. She has served so faithfully and loves everyone, even pigs. As long as she doesn't love Porky more than me, I'm down. Okay.. Mom promised that she would get serious and write some miracles next time. There are so many, I think she doesn't know where to start. Gee ...Mom is so proud of Lolo, I 'm planning to go on a mission, so Mom will think I am better than Ice cream too ! We think Holiday Bryn is in Swiss Days this weekend. So we will get postcards from that adventure. We need to head down stairs to pray and sing ( my -oh -my) I just wanted to tell you all how much we love and appreciate all your letters and support. We wouldn't have made it without all your help. Be safe this Labor Day weekend we don't want our friends hurt. As always" Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side"
And check out 2 Nephi 2:2 and Alma 37:37, those are just 2 of our favorites. we love you guys !!
Oh... Grandma in the garden and Papa are coming in a couple weeks, Yayyy !! I am so excited.
Love Roo the Diva, and a missionary Mom.

A Siren... No just Mom.

Hi gang.. I think Roostifer Jane has taken over Mom's blog. I really wanted to voice my concern over Mom's singing voice... well.. let's face it... SHE CAN'T SING !! Like I've said before,we have our nightly roostine, walk in my pink Mercedes, showers, Conan O'Brien ( he's so funny) prayers, scriptures, and 3 primary songs. Talk about a tin -ear -tone -deaf wanna be Spice Girl. It's so sad, she tries so hard. It takes all my mighty strength to not howl at the moon. The crazy thing is , she won't stop trying to get those high notes. My poor cute little ears are just throbbing in pain by the time the 3 songs are over. Poor Mom... "Lolo... what are we gonna do with Mom? Just love her, that's all we can do ... is love her" At least I am not a circus Zebra dog anymore. I have faith the ambien nights are over. Mom flushed those hallucinogenics down the loo. Life at night was getting just a bit too dangerous. Don't get me wrong, I like living on the edge, but the night she put me in my Benz... then put the Benz in the front seat of Pimpy and propped me up like a "loser" in the car and raced to the post office to mail a package for Lolo. My nerves were shot by time we made it safely home. As Grandma G.G. used to say " God bless it, we're home" never rang truer. Lolo is doing really good, and we are praying she stays in Palmyra to finish up her service. We like the fact that she can see the Palmyra Temple and teaches on the Historic Sites. Quiet nights in the Sacred Grove with the fire flies twinkling in the grove sounds like Heaven. We are planning on having our Lolo home on the 21 st if October. That is 2 months or 9 weeks, or 63 days from today. Yayyyyy Lolo !! Then Mom can say " Well done my wonderful daughter...you did it", and boy oh boy is she proud. Why just this morning we were thinking about her departure at the MTC, when she had to say the closing prayer in front of 500 peeps. It seems like just yesterday she left. Mom and me both agree that the "tender mercies" of a loving Heavenly Father help those long days just zoom on by. Now.... if we can get her singing under control : )
Like the church hymns say "Lift up your voice and sing" Mom's just following the rules. Did I tell you we got a post card from Holiday Bryn...from HONG KONG !! Oh..that Bryn, she's wild Spice Girl. Coffee , tea or lets just jet it across the Atlantic to seek out an adventure . One of these days, when Mom's done painting, carpets cleaned, beds freshened, me groomed, and Mom's roots are touched up ( she's a platinum -chained blond thru and thru) , Mom will tell you of the many last minute miracles of our Lolo, but for now, she just can't think about it. Remember that quivering lower lip and half smile, her emotions are too close to the surface, so until Mom can pull it together to actually pen the miracles Lolo has experienced, I'll be the one to say " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" Thank-you to all who support our Lolo with encouraging letters and love. We love you too. Love Roostifer Jane and a Trunky Missionary Mom.

Life's a Circus ! MOMMMMMM!!!!!

"Lolo ..... What are we gonna do with mom? love her, just love her" that little quaint little phrase is getting a bit old, when you're the Guinna pig living with her. This is Roostie, other wise known as the Zebra Maltese. I thought I hid the ambien, but like the Psych says' the sub-conscience remembers all" Mom listened to her sub-conscience and found the ambien, in a container in the Pimp mobile. She was really beat... I don't blame her, but come on. I am black and white like a mini circus Zebra. What was mom thinking.. I am counting the days Lolo gets home. I would dial 911 for help, but they wouldn't understand my voice. It seems to have an irritating effect on most people. I guess that is one of the reasons, I still love her, Mom puts up with crackers in the bed, me hogging the blankets, snoring, continually barking (so back -off it is my way of communicating) And she does sing me to sleep after prayers. It's been another tough week, no hospital trips, but when the pimp mobile exploded at the car wash intersection, Mom ran around it, in her dress , saying Hail Mary's. I thought... poor mom what else can happen to her, then while painting the bathroom she slipped and really, really banged up her leg, she is so pathetic sometimes, then her lip quivers and her half smile appears and all is forgiven. At night she takes me and my Pink Mercedes Benz out for a stroll and lets me run and play, then gives me water , no wonder I love her so much. Mom's last minute miracle was that, once she limped the dead pimp mobile to the car repair shop, they checked it out real good and said you need a new water pump, rack and pinion, $$$$$ etc. So a nice gent took her home to me, I tried to calm her, but she was so sad. One hour later the car guys called up and said. Ms Burns. Well.... your car.... only needs a exhaust hose. WHAT !!! That is our last minute miracle. Pimpy is once again a smooth ride and Mom scrubbed me raw with Princess Borgessee purple soap and I am pure whiteness once again. Ahhh..... Life if good.. now off to spoon and sing, and pray and read scriptures. Even thought mom painted me like a zebra in her sleep, I still love her despite her ambien nights. " Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and Holiday Bryn if you're running through the airport, don't trip and say a prayer for us while you are in the heavenly skies. And if you see me on the red-eye to Hong Kong rescue me. Love you Roo and a bit broken down Mommy missionary . But don't worry , I gots her back. oxoxox

Oh....Mom!!!

Hi its Roostie again, I snuck away from Mom while she is getting the paint out of her hair. Okay, it goes like this.....Mom didn't sleep Sunday nite cuz she went to the Gong's house for crazy -out -of -this -world yummy dinner, then they did this other adult thing where 60 students who are learning Chinese..ma..ma..ma..ma..ma... ( its a Chinese story Bro. Gong made up, and Susan tells it very well... ma) and listened to the famous Dr.Roger Keller speak about religions. Mom came home so fascinated with the brains these people walk around with she didn't sleep too good. The next nite, Mom gets up and says," I'm getting ice". That's pretty normal. But I wait.. and wait... and wait..I hear banging and noise, but that's mom when she sleep walks, so I wait and wait longer. A little while later, she is crawling back into bed and we resume spooning. Well.... surprise, surprise this morning. Mom has green hair, bed, clothes, ME!! covered in green paint !. She was up painting the bathroom in the middle of the night. I said" mom did you take a ambein? she slowly nods her head Yes. We looked at ourselves and laughed out loud, cuz we knew Lolo would love that story. Lolo has seen Mom sneak and hide snickers candy in her panties,get dressed up like a "woman of the evening" stilettos and all. make projects for Young Womens, make matching pajamas for us, she just cut the sleeves off her nightgown and they made a perfect nighty for me. Mom even remembered to make 4 legs holes..... all in her sleep... and always on ambien. We are weaning her off... before I end up on the red eye to China. Other than that.... all is well. Lolo doesn't have P-day until Thursday because of Zone Conference. So Mom will write about the "last minute miracle" along with other cool stuff. So Bryn.. lets all say it together, cuz I know you're running through the airport reading this: "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and we will love ya later. love Roo Oh... PS. Mom did get pictures of Bryn in Hong Kong. Holiday Bryn even though I bark, I still love ya. Roo

Roostie's Reflections.....

Hi everyone, it's me again Roostifer Jane the bundle of pure whiteness, love and dog diva. It's a wild and crazy world. I think I forgot to tell you, but Mom splurged and bought me a Mercedes-Benz . It's pink and has paw prints on the side, everyone points and says" is that a dog in that buggy"?. We ran into a couple of her girlfriends tonight and I was just walking around and from underneaths my tail was a psssfttt..sound, I just looked around and kept on skipping and they were rolling on the ground laughing as hard as I've ever seen. As Jill McCloud says" the whistle before the train. Jill's full of one liners, she makes Mom and Grandma in the garden laugh. Why just today me and Mom were reflecting back on Lolo's day's in the mission field. We were watching the video's she sent home. There was the one about.."Jump aerobics", and the "Transfer dance" by the Elders. Painting the Elders toenails on P-day, dancing with the members of Rochester.. ah ... it was glorious, then out of the blue I felt something wet on my pure white fur, what the....? then another drop... I looked up at Mom with my perfectly dark round eyes and saw she was tearing up. I think she really misses Lolo. Last week was a toughie, July 18 was the last day of the Palmyra Pageant, and Mom was really sick and had to go to the emergency room. Poor Mom, sitting there with all sorts of strange and unusual people ( she actually fit in quite well- she forgot her tooth, poor Mom.. what are we gonna do with mom... love her..just love her..that's all we can do) on Lolo's last Pageant day, when she really wanted to write a heart-felt letter to her one and only daughter serving the Lord . Lolo had a great story about a " last minute miracle", Me and Mom read and re-read her letters of how the Lord works and brings light into the lives of investigators. What a Onederful( Hinks) blessing we have with the gospel of Jesus Christ guiding our lives. I think I have every song from "Called to Serve" CD totally memorized. Did you know Mom plays it 24/7 and hasn't stopped playing it since May 14,08. It brings her comfort and peace, even though I thought I brought her comfurrt and psssfftt. : ) She says that music invites the Spirit. And I have seen it happen. Not... a last minute miracle. Oh yes. The fun part of the blog.... Holiday Bryn!!! Mom and me got some pictures from Holiday Bryn on her favorite holiday. The 4th of July parade in Midway... guess who's she sitting by?... The Romney's... and everyone's smashingly decked out in red-white-and blue, how much more patriotic can you get. Wow.. Holiday Bryn is amazing, next thing ya know, she'll be sending pictures of her bad self in Hong Kong , Yankee stadium or some other far away land. We love our Holiday Bryn, she's better and prettier than any Mattel squeeze toy ever invented ....Mom just informed me it's time for prayers, scriptures and bed. She has her roostine just like clockwork, she's not very spoontainous ( little diva dog joke there) she is gonna write about Lolo's " Last Minute Miracle" at Palmyra Pageant next blog, I have totally convinced her I need her more. Stay on the "Right Side of the Light Side" Thank-you for your loves and support for Lolo and Mom. You all are our earth angels, and we love you. Love from a Missionary Mom, Kathy and little Roostifer Jane "the Lamb of God"

Roostie's Letter

This letter to Lolo is from Roostie, Laura's beloved Maltese.

Hi Lolo, how is Palmyra? I wanted you to know I think about you all the time. I miss your laugh, your bright smile, your pretty fingers, your red hair and how you take good care of mom. I love how you read me the Book of Mormon and said I will be with you forever. I love how you gave me so many names like Roostifer Jane Cragun.. the Dean of Roostifer Jane University. You have a talent for nicknames. bloosey coo, Baby, Kidia, Kathabeblion, winder's, warm cozy, cuddle front,spoony and almost everything in the house has a nickname.Mom's writing as I talk to her, remember I don't have oppossible thumbs, or a baby box. But did you see my face today? I am so cute. Mom is crazy about her new Doctor. Lolo...What are we gonna do with Mom?... remember you said that? then you said" love her... just love her..that's all we can do" I am proud of you and your decisions, no matter how much I miss you... I am beaming like Mom does. It takes a strong , determined and un-selfish person to go on a mission and share the gospel of Jesus Christ. I say prayers with Mom every night and we always bless you and the investigators. Well I need to go help Mom get ready, you know how she gets tangled up in her clothes. Sometimes I need to stop her at the door and adjust her a bit. Then I remind her to
"Stay on the Right side of the Light Side" and off she goes. I love you Lolo and I am planning a big wing dinger of a party for your return....everybody clap !!
Love little Roo and Mommy too !
PS Hi Holiday Bryn, be safe in the skies. and sorry I bark so much, just trying to get a word in edge wise. LOL xoxo

Laura's Journal

........It's starts like this...." oh Mom, I can't wait to read you my journal" Okay, Lolo, you know my hormones are out of whack, then she says" we had a personal tour of the Sacred Grove by the grounds keeper, Bob Parrot, Oh... if those sacred trees could talk". Stop smalls your're killing me. I love the experiences she shares with me, and I can't wait to listen to Her read her journal. All I can say about that is "PRICELESS".
Seriously folks, I almost can't talk. Through the miles... and on a computer printing out black words, I could feel her spirit. Amazing !!!
Since I am almost speechless I will write in her words a fun experience that happened at Zone conference.
" After spilling my water bottle everywhere, nearly destroying everything we ( all site sisters) were sitting at lunch by Elder Ryan and Despain I walked to Elder Ryan and said "Thanks for being the testosterone at the table" and he said straight faced, " Oh, I thought you had that covered". Everyone busted up laughing, then he said" Burns... you know you were the only one I could say that too" So then, I'm walking towards the bathroom and Elder Despain is too and I was like" well...apparently I have a lot of testosterone.so that means I can go to the men's room too" I was pretending to follow him into the men's room, and I ran smack dab into President Hemmingway as he walked out. The place erupted in fits of laughter. As embarrassed as I was, I knew it was a great story and memory". Having the distinct honor of being the Mother of Laura, I was so happy that her easy going personality had shone thru and the other Elders and Sisters were able to be themselves while serving the Lord. It also reminded me of a story when I was her age at Hancock Collage and I walked into the men's locker room (a double dare) and pretended to be one of the guys. I stayed in there until the Coach walked by. So I can't say "What ever possessed that child to do such a silly thing"
Serving in Palmyra for the tail end of her mission, is like icing on the cake. Can you imagine how it must feel to stand where Joseph Smith received revelation and restored the true Gospel of Jesus Christ? Can't go there.... this is my little red haired wonder, my baby goat, my magnificent daughter, who put all things in her life aside to do missionary work. The daily gem last week says, " Missionary work is the greatest, most powerful service one can do"
We can all be missionaries, where ever we might live. We must stand as a witness of God at all times, in all things and in all places" by our example we can bring others into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. My favorite song these days...besides "Halo" is the primary song " Sent his Son", in it's simplicity, it states how we should be living our lives .... Like His Son. It is Onedurful ( as Pres. Hinckley would say). Next time you have a moment listen to the words and imagine how hard it was for our Heavenly Father to send his beloved Son to earth and die for our sins, so we could ALL return back to live eternally with him. The Atonement of Jesus Christ was done for us and every day we need to show gratitude and thankfulness to our Lord of Lord and King of Kings. How blessed we are to be here on earth, learning, growing, perseverance thru trials and finding Joy in the Journey ( Pres. Monson)." Some days are harder than others, every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the bird don't sing and bells don't ring. Yet in spite of the discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result" ( Joseph b. Wirthern)
How proud I am of my little Lolo for her sacrifices and hard work. I am truly a blessed Mother in Zion.
I was also blessed to have Holiday Bryn stop by this week. Have I mentioned how cheerful and wonderful she is? I learned something new... Holiday Bryn's favorite holiday is the 4 th of July.
The joy Bryn brings me is grand, and she calls me Mama Kathy. I'm lovin it !!
Thank you for your letters to Laura, you are all so wonderful to take the time to send her a letter, it is so appreciated and treasured. Have a happy 4 th of July!!
As always....Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side.
Love a Missionary Mom, Kathy
PS. if you don't have the words to "He sent His Son" I will print next time.

White House

Happy Friday everyone,
Laura has given me the new place of living address:

603 St route 21
Palmyra
New York
14522

Laura's new residence is called the "White House" It is directly across the street from the Palmyra Temple, and Hill Cumorah is 2.5 miles away. She says" we are close to everything!!"
I guess being out in the boonies for so long, she is thrilled to be able to take a stroll after her work is done. Look out Palmyra... you could wake up to a red town. Lolo's on the loose. Well...Not really..... but I needed to spice up the address blog. : )
Loves to you all, Missionary Mom Kathy
"Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" Holiday Bryn loves that line.

Badge of Honor

Hello friends, I know you thought I fell off the face of the Earth. It took our dear friend Holiday Bryn to get me going. Thanks Bryn, I love ya. It's been one month since my last blog about Laura. She is so busy, I get a couple lines every Monday. And that's O-kay, I'll take what I can get. Three weeks ago Laura sent me a box, a very large box of things she didn't need anymore, winter shoes, coats, turtlenecks. I asked her do you want me to open it now? or just wait until you come home and we can go through it together. A week later she responded, "Open it Mom, there is something at the top, I think you'd like"
So last Thursday night, I thought, well, if there is something for me to look at, I'll open Pandora's box.
Sitting on top of all her winter clothes, was a very small letter, I opened it up. Gently placed between two worn tissues was a slightly broken Missionary badge. Laura's missionary badge, the one that says "Sister Burns ...The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints." My heart about jumped out of my body. I held it, as if it were a block of gold. This is the badge Laura has worn for at least 1/2 of her mission. What an honor to wear that badge and let the world know what you stand for. After wearing the badge for so long, she says the words are emblazed on her heart now and forever. It was ...of course a tear jerker. My little girl, my little lolo who sleeps with a baby blanket is a Missionary, sometimes I still can't believe it.( The blanket is in a drawer, I found it months after she left, for those of you who know Lolo well, that was probably harder to leave behind than me or Roostie)
In the Daily gem for the day it says," The Lord's Church has the responsibility to preach the gospel in the world. This is the foundation of missionary work, and the duty of our missionaries is to "invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the holy Ghost , and enduring to the end" This is what my little baby goat has been doing. She is serving the Lord in a most committed way. That 110% of her time, thoughts, goals are all in service of the Lord. I could not be more proud of my daughter.
Today I emailed her and asked her to please keep the Tamiflu medicine in case the swine flu comes back in her area. She says and I quote" don't worry about it little mommy, the Brethren will let us here in NY know if we need to worry" Laura has so much faith it is amazing and so wonderful, her faith in blessings and the power of the Priesthood makes me thrilled she "gets it". Susie Bramble told me once , that when the children came home from their missions, she didn't worry about them as much. Because they came home from their missions with more knowledge and strength to live righteously , and be worthy to receive the blessings promised them. "They get it". I now know Laura"gets it"
Last week I went to the Temple with not much time to just hang around. I chose to do initiories, it is usually 45 minutes. With out saying too much, in regards to the sacredness of Temple ordinances. I mentioned my daughter was serving a mission in New York. My names were all New York women. One of the workers couldn't hold back her emotions , she said later, "I was just struck by the thought that your daughter is serving the Lord in New York, and you are here serving the Lord for New York people". I just love when things like that happen. It strengthens your testimony and is a good experience to have on hand for teaching. I have received a bundle of letters from missionary moms, internationally mission moms, people Laura taught and were baptized. They are so tender and treasures to keep forever. I usually make a copy and send to Grandpa and Grandma in the Garden. They have sacrificed so much for Laura and even the little grandchildren have sacrificed for Laura. There were no birthday gifts to the grandchildren this year. All birthday money was sent to cousin LAURA. How is that for family love in supporting a missionary. We are grateful or all of you who have put your wants aside and helped Laura serve the Lord. Laura is a family missionary and you will be blessed for your sacrifices made in her behalf. Thank-you everyone of you for the love, support and letters sent to my girl. We appreciate everything and just think in 3 or 4 months, she will be home, spooning, and taking Roostie for a walk in her new pink buggy and telling me every single thing that happened while she was in the service of our Lord. Remember to "STAY ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE LIGHT SIDE" and know we love you. Love from a missionary mom, Kathy PS. She was transfered to Palmyra today, they are getting all missionaries in place and ready for the pageant so I will post new address as soon as I get it.OXOX

May 14...One Year Mark

Let 's see now..... Laura has passed her one year mark as of yesterday. I was at the Huntsman pretty much all day, train riding, shuttles, tests, more blood, blah....blah...blah, so I didn't get to log on to write what I felt. Well what can happen in a year? What did our Laura miss here in Utah? New Years, Valentines Day, Easter, Mother's Day, Father's Day, July 4 th, All Birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, Memorial days, Labor days, teachers day off, 4 weddings and a funeral. Is that it? NO !! Surgeries, nuclear chemo, radiation, snow, hot sun, at least not humid. Weight lost, weight found( those lucky losers). Some family members, friends and Hollywood legends passed on. Great readings were penned,(mine's not finished :) Two fabu Church General Conferences. People got sick, people regained their health. I have attended church with out my side kick and have gone through 12 Fast Sundays, ( they go slow) and only 6 more to go. Alas..my dear ones, I could go on forever about the coming and going's of life. Now let me think, what did Laura do in one year. Walked, Talked and Sang about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Spoke as a main speaker at the Christmas Sunday Program. (Yikes), taught fishers of men on the side of a lake, ate a mussel,( Yucko) saved a cats life( she's allergic), gathered enough junk to fill a goodwill store, gave enough presents to be called a Saint or Santa Claus, wrote enough letters to fill our house, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Had Zone Conference at Peter Whitmore's Farm, is a regular at the Sacred Grove, Palmyra Pageant worker, peace maker, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Went searching for the lost sheep who have gotten off the path of light, helped drunken people up, carried someones burden, and preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Made friends in many cities of New York , saw people who knew our "peeps" here in Utah, ate lunch with all the 'strays" in a yard with 250 bowling balls perfectly placed in the yard and stuffed animals in baskets hanging over there heads from the ceiling (creepy), walked through a secret garden (magical) and loved and taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Yep...yep... I could go on for a while, but the most important accomplishment Laura did last year was serve willingly and Preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. We have 6 months to go everyone, let's see if she can safely land a jet in the Hudson, while preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. With God all things are possible.
I would like to tell Linda and Bryn Arnell thank-you for your continuing and fantastic letters to Laura, I received a box to archive and there were 75 letters from those two gals. I would like to thank all my friends and family, Grandparents who supported and took the time to write, or send a few missionary dollars. Debbie Kellogg who at the drop of a hat and a worry in my voice, pens a letter while going through her own unimaginable trials. Jilly who sent a great B-day card about cats ( cats are such a joke), Aaron Warner Family,Christopher Clark family,Sarah Anderson, Cory White, Allison Pearson, Ally Barney,Helen Carbine, Faye Heimdal, Joan Ramey, Bishes,Thira Scifert, Littles, Hannah, the Primary, Achievement day girls, Elder Pack, David Kader, Sister Cutler, Sister Winterton, Sister Evans, Sister Ure, Sister Olson, Sister Autrey and the parts 1 and 2 of the Sister threesome. I know I won't remember everyone, so please forgive me. Thank-you everyone for the love and support you have given Lolo this past year. You will receive blessings from the Heavens , and kudos from Kathy. As Devin would say..." We're on the back 9". I will keep you posted on our little Lolo as she continues to bring cheer to Rochester and Preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Stay on the" Right Side of the Light Side" Love to you all, a Missionary Mom, Kathy

Tribute to Mother's

Today's thought is all about us Mommies, I have read so many poems , stories, etc., on Mothers I wanted to just do a little ditty of my own, maybe its a mix of every one's.
"Before being a Mom" poem from a friend

Before I was a Mom I never tripped over toys,
or forgot words to a lullaby,
I didn't worry whether of not my
plants were poisonous...
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom: I had never been puked on, pooped on, chewed on, peed on, I had complete control over my mind and my thoughts .
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom: I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests, or give shots, I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom: I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom: I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body...I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby, I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy,the love, the heartache, the wonderment or satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

My turn as I am sure you can all relate to that little poem:
Being a Missionary Mom:

Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary: I never thought I would miss the extra bathroom mess, or piles laundry. Before being a Mom of a Disciple of Jesus Christ, I never really "caught" the meaning of 110% service to our atoning Savior.. Before sending my only daughter off to stop strangers in the streets, knock on doors and ask if they want to know more about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I never knew I could be so proud of my daughter talking to "strangers" . I didn't think the nights would be so short and the days so long with out her. I thought having the computer all to myself for once would be so cool. I never thought about the swine flu outbreak, or 2 planes crashing , or a shooter in New York would effect me so greatly I would watch the news for hours to hear something new. I didn't realize I was a bit breakable without Laura by my side hold me up and giving me strength when I was nearly in fetal position in a dark dungeon, wondering what to do. To me the massive amount of love that pours from the Heavens above for us. We are not alone, we have our ancestors, own mothers, pioneer women , angels all pulling for us and giving us the strength we need to make it through a day without our children. I also didn't realize the many blessings of having a worthy daughter want to serve, then just going out and doing just that, at her own expense. I didn't realize how I could feel comfort and peace through the power of the Priesthood coming from 3,000 miles away. When the whole Zone is praying for you...you better believe you can feel it. Before being a Mom of a Sister Missionary, I didn't know I would become so popular with the "whole mission family" they would nickname me Mama Love. Before becoming a Missionary Mother who is within hours of talking to her missionary daughter, would start counting the minutes to hear her daughter's voice. Before Laura went on her mission to Rochester, New York, I had NO idea of the joy and blessings it would bring me daily, Yes, I miss that little spark of fire , but there is a greater warmth and feeling that come with knowing where she is and what she is doing. It will be 1 year on May 14, since I saw her walk calmly up in front of 500 soon to be missionary's and give a closing prayer, after singing " Called to Serve", a killer song, when saying good-bye. All the questions us mommies have... is she prepared to do this, is she scared, will she get sick, will she teach with the Spirit?.We all have these questions don't we, even before they are of age. That is what being a mother is all about. The unconditional love we give our children, for we love their little spirits, what ever path they have chosen. Can you imagine the love our Mother in Heaven has for us? The want for us to succeed and nurture and love our own as we are loved. It is the eternal perspective, the big picture that has helped guide me We can be families forever. What a glorious feeling. What a beautiful plan of Salvation and gift we have been given. I think of my own Mother and her Mother and all the ancestors before me who have sacrificed and worked so hard to benefit and prepare us to be good mothers. I thank all Mothers for their hard and diligent work in being the best they can be. I thank all my friends who are great examples to me in my life. I wish all Mothers a happy Mother's Day, and to be able to enjoy their families and know they are loved unconditionally for all they do. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side. Love from a Missionary Mommie, Kathy

The Rapping Sisters of Kittleberger Park

HI guys and gals. Lolo wrote this little rap and I loved it. Boy that girl is talented. I wanted to share with you: Here goes.

****3 little White Girls tracking Dewey Ave,
Ringing lots of doorbells and sharing what we have
Like how we have the Priesthood that Joseph Smith restored
And now we have the keys given to us from the Lord.

Two tangible beings that Joseph Smith did see, plus the Holy Ghost makes the Godhead equal Three

***3 Little White Girls walking in the hood
Stopping at the bus stops teaching what they could
All about the Gospel and why were here on Earth
Having lots of trials coming at us from out birth,

Jesus Christ came down and died for all our sins
He set a great example so we could live with him
praying for the Spirit to be with us everyday, walking in Gods foot steps all along he way

Inviting peeps to come and learn, have faith in him, your heart must turn

So, to the water enter in, it will cleanse you from your sin
Then you'll get the Holy Ghost, he's the one who'll help you most

Read the Book of Mormon and the Bible too
We know that they're companions just for me and you

Now don't just give up before your journeys through
Enduring to the end , whats what God wants for you

We testify to you that what we rap is true

Three little White Girls standing on YOUR Porch!!

Stay on the "Right Side of the Light Side". and Lolo needs letters, come on peeps we are counting on you. Love a missionary Mom

"Fishers of Men"

Hi friends, This is such a visual of Laura. While tracking in a new area. Sisters Burns and Sister Autrey, headed out to the lake to see if there were any potential investigators. At first Lolo stood there, thinking of a way to ask a group of fishermen if they believed in Jesus Christ. She ever so bravely sashays over and asks the fishermen about the book "Fishers of Men'. Ah yes.... I'am in. She makes herself at home on a rock, and picks up a fishing pole, and starts to talk about Jesus and fishers of men. She had all there attention and told stories of Jesus and his love for all his children. Her comp. just kinds stood by and was speechless. When Laura was done with her sermon, she passed out call back cards. Her companion said" Wow.... I've heard of things like this happening, but I have never witnessed it with my own eyes. Laura's just chuckles and says " well I am your comp. now this is where the stories begin" I loved it. I laughed so hard. Laura is always trying to come up with unusual lead ins. She is doing so good. Of late, they have been able to go to the Church sites very often. She will soon be there and then "LET THE STORIES BEGIN" OH... my baby girl, she is hitting Rochester hard, and they are loving it. They have a few baptism on May 23, kassy, and everyone is so excited. Laura never ceases to amaze me with her moxie and the Spirit who she teaches through. Being a senior companion brings with the title more responsibility and she is digging it. Lo can handle almost anything. I think she is missing little Roo, and can't wait to get home in 6 months. But she sill leave a part of her heart in Rochester. I am predicting he next 6 months many miracles are going to happen. Laura is working hard and has such a gentle sweet Spirit with her. She can move mountains. Stay on the Right side of the Light Side. Think of laura and her Fishers of men. Thank-you for all your letters of encouragement and support. We love you all. a missionary Mommy, Kathy

April 6 th at the Peter Whitmore Farm

Hi family and friends,
Laura shined this past week at the Church Sites. I received one picture taken at the Sacred Grove, it was brown and golds, and still very beautiful. One shot of the Palmyra Temple taken from the Sacred Grove, looks like the Temple is floating. It's a pretty cool shot, and I know the feeling was lovely and grand. Laura looked at peace, serene and right where she should be.That girl is making her mama proud. I have also received letters from 2 of her past teachers at the MTC. I told her to watch out, she'll be called to be on a General Board at the Church Offices. Laura is such an amazing Young Lady, I can't believe I raised her. When I read her letters and accomplishments and how much she loves the Gospel and how much she has grown in the past year, I stand amazed at her and her ability to seek out the lost sheep. My heart is pounding and is full while reading of her love for her investigators. Words cannot ever properly describe the feeling of the Spirit while I am reading them. What a girl.!! They have a couple of baptisms hoping to happen in May. Lets all pray for her investigators and for Laura. She will be home in about 6 1/2 to 7 months. Whenever President Hemingway says the date. ( he probably wants to keep her forever) And in about 3 weeks, I get my Mother's Day day call. Ya hoo, my day will revolve around the phone that special day. Her new address is: 120-4 Kittleberger Park Webster NY. 15860 in case anyone wants to drop her a line. I look forward to Mondays for the new info. Oh yes, she has been an senior companion since November. She forgot to mention that one little detail. Thank-you so much to all the friends, family who continually encourage our Laura to march on and make the Lord proud of her. "Stay on the Right side of the Light Side" and you will become a witness to Jesus Christ and his atoning sacrifices. love you all, a missionary mom, Kathy

" Silkwood the Sequel"

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"Silkwood"

Hi family and friends,
I hope you are all having a great conference weekend. Before I elaborate on why I chose "Silkwood" as my title this week, I will up date you on my Rockin Rochester Missionary. Laura is doing fantastic !!! This week Laura, Sister Autrey and investigators were able to visit the Church Sites, three of her past companions have been called to serve in those sites. I think she would be fabulous at a site, she's not so sure, but told President Hemingway she would go where he was prompted to send her. I'm hoping she gets to go. This coming Monday Laura will have Zone conference at the Peter Whitmore Farm. I love to see her pictures she sends me on Mondays. Especially the pictures of her snuggling cute little brown faced babies. Laura and babies usually aren't seen together, so as her mother, it warms my heart to see her love and growth as a wonderful missionary and daughter of God. Laura is also teaching a relative of my SLC attorney. Robert Sykes is not only a superb Personal Injury attorney, he is also a convert of the Church from Rochester, New York. Coincidence??? I think not...The Lord works in mysterious ways. I suppose it came to me today. I call it my radioactive, nuclear weekend meltdown. For those of you in the younger generation. In the 80's Meryl Streep and Cher starred in a movie "Silkwood". If you ever have the chance to watch it, think of me. Laura would have seen it coming. Once again as I scrubbed my poor dry and rashed body trying to rid my skin of nuclear waste I thought of the movie "Silkwood" First a slight twitch in the corner of my mouth, then my brave face kicks in... chin up girly , tears soon follow, and this time almost total collapse. My skin is raw and sore from scrubbing every 3 hours. A moment of self pity came upon me fast and unexpectedly. Since Laura has been gone 11 months now, I have been through 4 surgeries, long hospital stays and now radioactive chemicals surging through my veins, and I have done it......alone....I am learning lessons from Heavenly Father that are designed for me. These are my trials and tests while on this earth. Once again, the tears and self-pity leave as quick as they came. I would like to say..oh I am so strong, courageous, a warrior and yes..I do have a back bone. However, I know I am not alone, ever . I feel the Comforter very close to me and I feel protected, never scared or lonely. Heavenly Father has sent his Angels to watch over me during this time. The other night I woke up and and felt a soft presence in the bedroom. I looked in the corner and there sitting on my Grandmother's purple queen's chair was a figure of a elderly woman, much like a grandmother. I squinted first, then focused my eyes on this woman, thought to myself...oh...an angel is watching over me, and I fell back to sleep. The next morning I thought about this experience and knew it was not a dream. The feeling stayed with me all day and is still very strongly in my mind. Thursday night I was privileged to receive a Priesthood blessing before my chemical procedure. The consecrated oil used was blessed 2 months earlier in the Garden of Gethsemane. WOW ! How special I felt to be able to partake in this sacred blessing. While watching the 2 sessions of General Conference today, I once again realized the blessings in our lives if we live obediently and do as we are commanded . To walk by faith and an eye single to the glory of God. The talks so lovingly prepared by these inspired Brethren are to help us learn,grow and prepare ourselves for the blessing to come if we live worthily. We are so blessed to be able to listen to these magnificent men. Tonight I received a call from my dear friend Carma Rose de Jong Anderson, she told me that in hard times with one's health to picture yourself sitting in the palm of heavenly Father's hand. It will comfort you. I thought leave it to Carma to produce a great visual. We must all follow the Church leaders advice and plan for a rainy day , not to have fear, but live with faith. I was so uplifted it was a perfect day. Thank-you for your sacrifices and prayers for Laura and me, We can feel your prayers are with us. Isn't it "Onederful" Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" and be grateful for all we are blessed to have. Love a Missionary Mommy, Kathy

If I only had a heart, a brain, some courage !!

Hi friends and family, I know this sounds like the Wizard of Oz. but it actually is what I was feeling last evening after the Young Women's General Conference in Salt Lake City. President Monson's talk was about Courage. It was amazing. We women need the courage to stand alone, to stand strong, to stand steadfast and immovable. Even when faced on the outside, fingers pointing and snide remarks made. We need to firmly believe the truths and " Be thou an example of the Believers" . Which is the theme of the Young Women's this year. Sat. I was feeling pretty sick, but could not pass up a chance to be close to the Prophet and leader of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. To see him, to hear him, and boy... oh... boy..., I almost ran down the aisle, flung myself over the balcony, past the security, just to be able to touch him. I knew I would be cured. While the other Leaders spoke, I was planning my dramatic race. Could I do it? Lolo would have been impressed, my parents would have been embarrassed but impressed. My group of Young Women leaders would probably have died. But later thought it twas a good story. As I keep plotting, I saw security guards every 4 people all around the Prophet. I would have made the evening news, and put in a psycho ward for evaluation. But the temptation was strongly there. Someday, but not today. Darn... One of my favorite things President Monson said was a quote from Ted Koppel, news anchor man. He said " slogans lie", just start reading them, " its okay to do this" its okay to do that", etc. But when Moses came down from Mt. Sinai, he brought with him the 10 Commandments..... not the 10 Suggestions" I loved it ! I feel extremely grateful to live to close to the conference center and Salt Lake Temple. My spirits are raised and I feel a great amount of hope and love in the church buildings. They say.... if you go to the Temple often, you automatically become more Christ like, and an eye single to the glory of God. I have been able to go and serve many times at the Temple and come away feeling so happy, as President "Hinks" would say " Onederful, Onederful" So all of us need to work on COURAGE... to be stronger, hopefully we all have a brain and a heart: ) tomorrow, I get to chat with the Lolo, and see how her new area is. Monday's are the best. Make your decisions before the temptations appears, the great counterfeiter/ adversary will do anything to make it sound appealing. For he can't have a family, so he wants yours. We must rise above all worldly and material things and keep an eye single to the glory of God... and have Courage. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side! love to you all. Lolo new address is 120-4 Kittleberger Park, Webster NY.14580. Thank you again for all the sacrifices you make in Laura's behalf, we appreciate you all so much. A Missionary Mom, Kathy

Ghetto Fabulous

Hi gang. This week for Laura was "ghetto fabulous". The parties were all weekend long. It seems like every investigator they were teaching had a birthday party. I hear they ate fish with scales, African peanut soup, Lolo says" thanks goodness for the fresh fruit and cantaloupe. Laura learned how to do the "spankey leg dance" with 16 year olds, held and danced with little babies, she didn't even care if there was a little baby barf on her jacket. I was lucky to receive 7 pages of activities, and about 25 pictures. I guess the Sisters dress all like some days, now the Elders call early in the morning and ask, what color are we wearing today" How cute is that. I love when I get happy letters, when all is working, when the Lord is leading them to the pure in heart. This week an investigator went to Paris, while in Paris.... Zina (investigator) ran into 6 American missionary's. She had her picture taken with them and told the Paris Sisters, she was being taught the lessons by Sister Laura Burns in Rochester New York. International credibility for sure. I received pictures of the Elders and Sisters exploring the abandoned Rochester Subway. They had a makeshift ladder, out of a bike turned sideways, and they climbed down it I loved to hear she is expanding her fear of heights and dangerous things. I think it is because she is with these sweet little Elders who can give a Priesthood blessing is someone gets hurts. She feels safe. Laura will be transfered this week to either Buffalo or Webster, she is sad to leave the investigators and friends of Greece, but excited to leave the rickety town of Greece. Then there is Ariel, a 16 year young lady so excited about the Gospel. Ariel had the Sisters go through her closet looking for appropriate dresses for church. They finally found a pink Ann Taylor dress at the goodwill for $3.50. Laura then went to Young Women's with her, and Ariel answered all the questions like she'd been learning about the Gospel all her life. It was awesone, Lolo was proud as her own mama. They will be having a few baptisms soon, Ariel, and her grandmother Mary. Oh how I wish you could see her in action, she is bringing light and eternal happiness into the lives of God's children, and she is glowing. Her pictures are so wonderful. Our Lolo looks beyond happy. It is a glow that knows what she is doing is the right thing and we are all being blessed. Laura is down to 7 months, now is the time to kick it in and really shake and move to bring more people into the Gospel. I know with out a shadow of a doubt she is working hard and already missing her peeps. We are so privileged to have Laura serving 110% for the Lord. Laura will not be forgotten when she comes home. Laura loves participating in the work of God. It is amazing to see the light in people's eyes as they learn the gospel. This is the work of God and he leads it. It is a gift and privilege to be able to serve on a mission and help Him do his work and to help His children find the truth. I am so proud of Laura and her strength and courage to go out in the world . Walk up to total strangers and ask if they want to learn more about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She is amazing. Thank-you for all your letters of support and encouragement for our Laura. Remember to stay on the Light side of the Right side, or is it Right Side of the Light Side? I get mixed up myself. But it all means the same thing. Stay away from darkness and always look for the glow in the true light. Love you all, A missionary Mom, Kathy

The Claw !!

Hi everyone, how it shaking? As Norm on " Cheers" would say " all 4 cheeks and a couple of chins" I always loved that line. Well.... a brief catch up. I am sorry I haven't keep everyone updated on Lolo. My hands are still in tet-ney, and its horrible. I try to type and they cramp up and I am use-less. They say this could go on for 6 months to a year. But without a thyroid and now my para thyroids are in shock, who knows. I find out Thursday if I have to have any chemo or radiation. Bummer. I have my wigs picked out... haha. Thick... blond ...and long. and a spiky bob for spunky days.
Lolo is doing good with her trio, Sisters Park and Hanson. They have alot of fun, in between their hard schedules. She will be sad to leave them, but thrilled to leave Greece. Lolo said not one missionary has really enjoyed the Greece area. The ward isn't as warm and willing to help in finding investigators, or just being friendly. Next time you're in church, look around and be grateful for the loving members you do know. Lolo will always find a bright spot in any situation, She might be transferred next Monday. Don't know yet. They have 2 baptisms set up. way to go LOLO. I know her bright and accepting smile and unconditional love for all prompts people to open their doors. I have recently sent three Prom dresses to her for an investigator to go to the Prom. Lolo said the family was ever so grateful for her letting them borrow them. That must be why we were so prompted to always buy prom dresses when they were on sale. Why did we need prom dresses? to share with those who couldn't afford one. It's a grand feeling. Our work was not in vain. I need to stop typing, I am already down to one finger. Hugs and kisses to you all. HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY ! "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" General Conference is just around the corner, prepare yourselves for divine wisdom. I get to go to Draper temple dedication. All is well. Love from a missionary mommy, Kathy.PS Thank-you for the letters of encouragement you send our girl.OXOXOXOXOX

***The Cancer Desert***

**** These are my thoughts from the Huntsman Cancer Center, its not about LoLo's mission this time, I am being selfish and wanting to write my memories down, before I lose the feeling. Thanks for your understanding.
Dear Family and Friends, loved ones, flight attendants, nurses, doctors, Costco employees, police men, Air Med studly handsome men and little children pulling red wagons. I am now home. Praise the Lord !!
Finally.....there are so many emotions in my heart and mind right now, it's hard to know where to begin and where to end. The joys, the sorrows, the fear and tears in the patients roaming the cancer desert with be with me forever. A simple procedure, much like the surgery I had in Dec. took a turn for the worst and became a complication hell for me. Could it be that I was practically curled into a fetal position for 4 days due to lack of calcium in my blood. I couldn't hold a spoon or cup to my mouth. The sweets aids had to feed me as my hands were so curled inward they would not work. Maybe the fact that I was on the critical condition list for 5 days with residents, doctors and blood specialists not knowing how to " fix" me. Bless their tired souls. Before my para-thyroid quit working I had the opportunity to walk the halls of Huntsman Cancer level 5..I chose to use my laundry basket as an walking aid, as those thin tin walkers made to much noise. The only thing separating me from housekeeping was the blood down the front of my gown and a tube draining out of my neck I got a few smiles and laughs and that made it worth it.For all of you who know me, I have a tendency to talk to everyone. As I watched other cancer victims stroll towards me, I had a chance to study their faces Pale, drawn, deep sadness, eyes brimming with fear and pushing their life on a 5 legged cart hoping not to stumble or accidentally unplug their transit life support. I made the point of talking to each and everyone. I wanted to learn their name, to let them know they are someone and will be remembered with love. No one wants to die thinking they will not be remembered . My Angel at Huntsman was a handsome man named Bill. My second day I spotted him in the corner by the window overlooking the mountains covered in fresh snow. He looked at me and motioned me over. Bill stood up and took my hand. Bill had such a sweet gentle countenance. he told me I was "radiant", like a light beaming and glowing. He asked me how do you stay so radiant/Well, at the time I was pretty wiped out with a migraine, so where he saw light, I don't know. Bill proceeded to tell me of his dear wife off 60 plus years who is struggling after surgery. The surgeons got her tumor but her complications were very severe and the Doctors once again were puzzled. Bills voice was ever so soft, like a whispering angel. My Mr. Bill told me stories about the Father and his love for all his children and we must help the Father's children and buoy up their spirits and keep our eternal perspective insight. Bill spoke to me as if he knew every question spinning in my head. I just knew he was an angel or messenger sent to help me through this horrific time in my life. with Laura 3,000 miles away and not knowing what was happening to me. The Lord send one of his angels to me so I wouldn't be alone. Bill just kept telling me stories that had the answers I needed to hear. With no prodding along, just letting him talk,he one by one answered some of my most deepest questions. I was mesmerized by his ability to "read" me, and then give me such simple advice, I knew he was a very powerful man of God. When he said he had been friends with" Hinks" for 50 years, it validated all my thoughts of him. Even though he knew some answers, Bill was scared for his sweetie and her pain and suffering. He shared very tender moments with me and he always made me cry. Bill relayed a story to me about a conversation with President Hickley many years ago. Bill asked President Hinckly " do you know all the answers". President Hinckly lightly tapped his cane a couple times, grinned that elfin smile and said 'NO" no I don't know all the answers, we need to have faith. I am sure there was more to the conversation than that. But it was what I needed to hear. To have faith. On Valentines day I woke up to my laundry basket missing and a tin walker in its place, but at least they decorated it with Bows and red and pink hearts. I thought the day was going to be okay. Then it happened.... my face went numb, I lost all muscle strength and my hands started too curl in. I was near the Residents and they immediately started tapping on my temples. locating the nerve that shows calcium levels dropping. I could barely stand up. The Resident doctors needed to converse among themselves. They sent the IV gals to my room to start an IV for liquid calcium to get into my body fast, as I was going into tet-ney shock. No vein could be found that wouldn't blow out after inserting the IV. So they called in the Air Med guys, who can always find a vein, even with one leg hanging out a helicopter. Jeff was his name and Hot was his game. He too couldn't do it. He was so frustrated , he would look for a different spot start over and blow, my arms looked like black and blue clouds. I was getting really scared,What will you do to get a vein? I asked. We have to call in a special vascular team that does this mini operation in the room. The right arm already so fragile and tender was once again the target. I had a tourniquet on for 20 minutes, the specialist tried 3 times and said "I quit, I'm not going to beat her up any more" The pain was excurating.
They said they were going to get me a relaxer to help the veins open up. I asked for a Priestood blessing.
As I had a medicine under my tounge to get in my veins faster, the team prepared for the other arm. The loud speaker which is rarely used called for worthey LDS Elders to room 5523. I hobbled into the bathroom to pray.

1. I came out calmly climbed back on my bed and prepared my self for another mini operation. In walks but who..... My Mr. Bill, prepared to give me.. his new friend a Priesthood blessing. The doors were gently closed, there were 4 in the room, each with great respect for what this valiant man of God was preparing to do. When I saw him I immediately relaxed and felt the comforter's arms around me. His sweet blessing brought me strength, faith and courage to endure the trials of mortality. As soon as he finished, the doors flew open and the vascular team came in with their rolling carts of magic. The young nurse who performed the next central line, she found a big ole fat vein and marked it. With in 5 minutes the line was inserted, taped and ready to go. No pain, or marks. One of the nurses said" thank goodness for drugs" and the sweet technician said " a Priesthood blessing didn't hurt either. I looked at her and asked" are you LDS" she said yes. and I said thank-you, she hugged me and left. If that wasn't a faith a promoting experience, I don't know what is. Everyone was in awe at how fast she did her specialty with God's help guiding her trained hands. It was now 3 pm in the afternoon, this had taken 5 hours start to finish. I had time to reflect on the Savior in his Garden of Gethsemane and the pain He went thru for each and everyone of us. How grateful I am for his atoning sacrifice for me. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. I now had a small wire/tube, able to access blood and feed calcium at the same time. With in minutes I was walking up and down the halls in my beautiful tin red and pink walker. I felt on such a spiritual high. I wanted to help everyone else. So on Sunday, when they were about to start Sacrament in the Chapel I sat down at the piano and played the prelude music. Then the Sacrament song. I sat there with my heart full of joy and gratitude for my experiences at the Huntsman. I could write a book of what happened and where I saw the hand of God. My sister Mary called a few days later and said crying" you were all alone, " I said "Mary, I needed to be alone so I could depend upon the Father and Faith". It was nothing short of a miracle. and I had lived through many scary things, and God was right here beside me. It was amazing. I know this blog post is long and you might not want to read it at all. and that's okay, I guess I wrote it for my records. I am still struggling with my calcium and it is a day to day challenge. I was one of the lucky ones I met many wonderful people, doctors, nurses, my experience in the Cancer desert will be with me forever. " Stay on the right side of the light side" I love you all, and thank you for your encouragement to our missionary Laura. she is back in Greece, and working on the investigators she left. Pray for her to have the desire and strength to continue on and change people's lives. Laura is awesome and I am so proud of her. Thanks you again for everything in our behalf. love a missionary mommy

Feb. 7, 1985

Flash back 24 years ago....Please....please... let me have this baby today. HE is 2 weeks over due, the BLUE nursery is ready, the BOY names are all picked out, the BLUE BABY BOY clothes are all washed and ready to dress new Baby BOY. Let's get this show on the road. All you Mommies know that last few days before delivery there is.. pain, swelling, heartburn, and a plethora of other undesirable things happening to your once tight and toned body. At about 1 a.m. my wish is finally coming true. I know it's time. On the way to the hospital mixed fear and excitement is filling the station wagon. Breath...Breath... Check in... hospital gown... hear moaning and screaming down the hall. The screaming doesn't help my family inherited anxiety. Hmmm says the nurse , no dilating yet. Heart monitor hook up, Dr. called, Dr. arrived...no dilation still. 17 hours of hard labor pass. Still no dilating. Well, Kathy.. it's a good thing you took the C-Section class, your husband can watch the birth of your new BABY BOY . I walked into the sterile OR myself, climbed up on the table, spinal, OUCH!!!, surgery prep. Are you ready for this? Ob-gyn's are amazing, especially those High Risk Doctors. With in 5 minutes, the amazing Dr. Callahan said" a new baby GIRL !!!. WHAT??? A baby GIRL. No way... a baby GIRL, I birthed a baby GIRL !
There's no way Dr. C., you said a boy, you saw on the ultra sound... boy, the heart beat continually said...boy. Every single thing that happened in the 9 1/2 months of being preggers said BOY !! Oh..Dr. Callahan, he hold up his fingers and eye balls about 1 inch and says," I was only off by " this much" WHO CARES !! IT'S A MIRACLE, A MIRACLE FROM GOD... I HAVE A NEW BABY GIRL. Who cares if all the boy clothes are given away, I think the nursery in primary colors will work for awhile, we'll find a name. I have a precious, little..(well 9 lb.,) perfect, red-haired baby girl. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, perfect in every way, and I was chosen to be her mommy. We decided on her great-grandmothers names. Laura Morie Burns was now part of this world. And the most important miracle in my life.
This little unexpected angel baby girl, who never, ever caused me a moment's trouble, is now a servant of the Master. Laura took the vow to go and preach, teach and share the Gospel of Jesus Christ. How can parents ever imagine what their children will grow up to be. We have hopes and dreams. We nurture, we teach, we try to make them socially acceptable and most importantly give pure love, un-conditional love... when you love someone so much there are no words to describe the feeling. We do all in our power to protect and guide these little spirits we are trusted with. My days of asking Mary " what should I do with my hair today" and her saying" Kathy I don't give a d--- what you do with your hair". It's all starting to sink in. My free spirited life is put on hold for a while. It's all about my little one now. All the sleepless nights, emergency hospital visits at 2 in the morning. It's time to do what my Mother raised me to do. Love, protect and teach my child. When Laura and her cousin Gregory were in first grade together. It was Charlene and me who got in trouble by the school principle. We were peeking thru the windows on their first day of school, making sure they were okay. Of course we were crying, we are Cragun's and these were our babies. My sisters understood when I couldn't go to Santa Barbara shopping when I saw an ambulance in front of the school. I needed to make sure Lolo wasn't hurt or scared. We just pulled in to the school and asked it if was one of our children, and then calmly and happily drove off to spend an afternoon with sisters. I was ridiculed by many, even a psychologist about my concern or worry for my daughter. " I'm catastrophic, I told them" and Leave me alone, " my defenses came out when it came to Laura. She is my one and only and I would never forgive myself if by my neglect something were to happen.
There were many wonderful times, we are best friends. I read a poem/story she wrote about me in the 3 rd grade. She called it " My Hero", it is one of my most treasured letters. I realized she took note of everything, she didn't miss a thing. Laura said I was her inspiration, but that I was also breakable. At 8 years old, she came up with something like that. This is her birthday week, Laura my would be BABY BOY, turned miracle daughter is now going on 24 years old. I can barely believe it, the time goes by so fast, and is so precious and important. There is not enough proper or adequate words to express my joy of raising Laura. I know Heavenly Father is proud of her and her accomplishments. Her pure love of others and her service to Him. I am proud of my miracle and miss her laughter. In 8 months, she will have completed her mission, however, her service will never end. Everyday ...we start over... she tells me with a new and clean slate and it is our duty to "bear each others burdens" and help our neighbor. If... we were able to donate a million dollars one day to the needy, does that make our service done? Nope... I have been taught that no matter what we do one day, we need to start over the next. You can't stock up charity, each day we MUST give, serve, love our fellow man. It is a commandment. " As I have loved you, love one another" This is what my miracle daughter is teaching and living every day in New York. If you have a moment, tell Lolo Happy B-day, she would love to hear from you. We appreciate everyone who has given of their time, love, $$, and prayers for Laura. You will be blessed. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side, and remember you are loved. A shout-out to all mommies who send off their little ones with faith and tears to serve. love a missionary mommie, Kathy

One on One cont......

Hi guys.... I totally screwed up. I had little Roo on my lap and she hit something and I couldn't get back to finish. So anywho. I left my meeting feeling pretty good, and his secretary and me bonded. Then for the 2 hour train ride home. I was so exhausted, when I boarded the train, I fell right into this guys lap, and he says" That's the first time I've saved a damsel in distress" so I sat by him and then he tells me I am wearing his favorite color....Red..... I say are you a Ute fan, he says No, just love red. Okay..folks I am still legally married, but I am not that behind the times on a pick up line. So we chat, names exchanged, jobs, etc. I was relieved when his stop came. Date asked...no can do hero.. married. But he was nice none the less. After transfer #1 I could hardly keep my eyes open, (a side effect of thyroid imbalance), so I find the cleanest looking person on the train and plop, I mean a hard old plop right next to guy #2. Luckily I was wearing my favorite perfume, it always turns heads. I snuggle up to him and said" I am so tired, can I just rest my head on your shoulder"? , he was more than accommodating and I got a snooze before we arrived at our last stop. Oh the things we do out of desperation. On the drive home, my phone didn't stop ringing. Everyone wanted to know what happened at Huntsman. Once I arrived home safe and sound, I fell in the bed, clothes and all, at least Roo was happy. I told Roo to wake me up on one hour. And guess what? she did. So at 6 pm, I told little Roo, mommy needs to go to work, and I got my temple gear ready and headed out for the last session. I felt I needed to give thanks to our Father for the safe drive, the strength in my conversation with Ray and for every thing I have. I left the temple at 9:30, Mom and Mary call, 2 hours later, I finally get to sleep. Oh.. I get a little call from Mission. SCARY. Lolo was in a little wreck, A snow mover stopped suddenly, because the snow shoveler in from of him stopped suddenly, and they braked, but hit black Ice, and spun 360 down the road until a guard rail pulled their bumper off and stopped them. Whew!! I was freaking, she was okay and said Mom, don't worry about stuff like that, our third companion is there protecting us. Laura is amazing, her faith, devotion, hard work is blessing us all. Sometimes I think she will be translated like the city of Zion. Oh how I love that girl, and Sister Winterton too, for remaining in control a spinning car and for being such a wonderful companion to my daughter. Sister Winterton is an angel and the stories of Lucy and Ethel will continue, I really think those two red-heads are like a movie. LOVE THEM!!. Have a great weekend, pray and have gratitude for our lives and every thing we have. Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side, and love from a missionary mom, Kathy

One on One with the big Boys

Okay.... its not about Lolo, but in your imagination picture this. Big, grand, glassy Huntsman Hospital office building. Me sitting on a wooden chair , Executive director Ray sitting on a wooden chair and about 2 feet of wood between us. Kinda cozy, you could say, but his eyes were boring through me like arrows. Yikes !!. In my mind I am thinking" remember what Jeff said, rub the mini spoon lolo sent, look into his pupils, do not flinch. But the real Kathy wanted to cry and drag myself all over his office being dramatic,occasionally stumbling and falling flat on my face, looking for sympathy. Nope.. Papa said" stiff upper lip, keep chin up and keep your back bone strong, and DONT'T cry" Easy for you to say Papa, I inherited my emotions from you. However, I dug deep, really deep and confronted Ray with my concerns, I spoke educated, calmly, and did not flinch. When he said, as he held out his hand as if to say good-bye, thanks for coming. My strength kicked in like a massive bull. Oh...Ray... I have a couple more things I would l like to discuss." Hah..caught him off guard, he sits back down. " please continue? and continue I did. Like a "bat our of Hell" (Meatloaft song from 25 years ago, but I love the saying) I continued on professionally ( thanks Dr. Hunsaker for making me do all the hard stuff, I actually did learn from those glory days of me taking care of the office wing nuts)I talked calmly and to the point. He pulled out a legal pad and took notes. But when all was said and I was drained, he pulls out the executive director power and says" I get back with you in a week."
He tries to use the insurance card, and I said" Oh.. Ray, I failed to mention I did billing medical insurance for 7 years and the contracts/co-pays can be waived, So I have an understanding of medical/insurance contracts. So who knows what will happen, nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnwwwwwww

Lucy and Ethel

Hi Friends,
Today I wanted to write about the adventures of Laura and Sister Winterton. They remind me so much of me and my oldest friend Tanya from California. We were dubbed Lucy ...(Me) and Ethel..(Tanya). After every escapade Tanya would say" LUCY.....look what you got us into" or "Lucy..... you have some splanning to do" I am beginning to see my own little Lucy performing her own escapades while in Rochester. And I love it !!! Never a dull moment when the 2 red-heads are around.
News Flash !!! Lucy and Ethel stories will have to be put on hold. I just received a Christmas box from our little missionary. Can I just cry for a moment? Can I just beam for a moment? Can I just thank all of you and your encouraging letters sent to her? Can I just bask in the work she is doing for the Gospel of Jesus Christ? As I read through her daily missionary planner. I about fell to the ground. Who is this beautiful Spirit I have been in charge of for 23 years? She is beyond amazing. I will list a typical day in their life.
MISSIONARY DAILY PLANNER
Sister Laura Burns and Sister Heidi Evans
Brighton/Spencerport, Transfer with Sister Winterton Nov. 2, 2008
Dates of planner Oct. 6, to nov 17 2008
6AM Up and pray
7:00 Prepare
8 Personal study
9 companionship study
10: Ward coordination
11 Referrals
12:30 Lunch
1 Meet with Deaf group
2 Service Food Link
4 Meeting
6 Dinner (hopefully a member's house)
7:30 Institute meeting
9 Planning and coordination

Each day is different as to who they visit or service they do. But on every page at the same time are Prayer, Study, Planning and always service for someone. I soon noticed her notes about talks, lessons, ideas, scriptures, and always, always a "heart" by the name Jesus.
Oh.. how my own heart is so touched by her words, and her growth in the Gospel. Ohh and how the girl doodles. Tree hearts as branches, eyes with heart tears, pathways with brick roads with flowers and hearts along the paths. Things to do on P-day, laundry, shop, service, thank-you's to write. By George...I think she's got it !! My little bundle of love has crossed the line to full grown adulthood, full of responsibility and caring for others. For me, reading her notes is like a secret diary. I get to read what she has done each and every day since May 14, 2008 the day, when I let her go 100% into the arms of the Lord to guide and direct her in her mission. I can see how special these little planners become to them, and after their mission is complete the words written will bring back wonderful and treasured memories. This is so delightful and grand. I feel like a spoiled kid in a candy store. Each page sweeter than the last.
I go through the rest of the box. When did she have time to crochet me a blanket, enclosed are every one's letters for me to read and archive. Sunday programs where she is speaking, singing or one of their investigators was baptized. All kinds of little notes and doo dads. One thing that brought a big ole tear to my left eye,was a Marylin Monroe calender. Silly as it sounds, it has been tradition for her to give me one each Christmas. I had told her I couldn't find one this year. Well...Ta Da.. she said" no Christmas would be complete without your Marilyn calender" Laura doesn't forget a thing, her mind is like a little computer chip, read, logged in, data saved. Her compassion for people struggling, her pure love for "cat" people ( what.. what.), and all people, her generous and kindness to all. Well lets just say, I am one proud mama. And it's my blog, so I can cry if I want to. Thank-you to all of you who take the time to write Laura, I know she looks forward to the letters from friends and family. Bryn and Linda... okay you two... you not only take the cake, but the icing too. I love you all for your support for my" baby goat". A term she named us when she was young. At 2 years old Lolo put her little kid arms around me, holding me so tender as if I were the child, "Ahh.. she says as she strokes my hot red cheeks, my little baby goat, lets spoon". She is so funny and I know that the blessed people of Rochester New York are just loving her up !! One last thing.. Mother's encourage your daughters to consider a mission, if I can let go of my only child to serve , anyone can.Period Dot.com. The blessings are plentiful and I am joyful in her decision to serve. "Stay on the Right Side of the Light Side" And as Hinks would say," IT IS WUNDERFULL", love from a missionary mommy, Kathy
PS. Hopefully the adventures of Lucy and Ethel will be continued.