Weekly Letter

Another week come and gone, and this week isn't much different than last week.  We are about to the point where most of the people we haven't met yet don't want to meet us.  We still look for a few here and there but it's hard to find people home or willing to open the door. We are still making our birthday contacts and people find it hard to say no to a birthday card and a candy bar.

Monday is P-Day but the weather isn't good enough to go sight-seeing yet. The weather hasn't been bad, just a little chilly and rainy. Monday evening we went to the Flanagan's for Family Home Evening.  We look forward to that each week because that is where are friends are.  There is  a core group of us that make it almost every week and some that just come once in a while. We enjoy the lessons and visiting with our friends and we usually have some pretty good treats. 

We had another good week with the Institute students.  We are getting to know them by name and enjoy visiting with them.  We found out that one of the young men went to Max's mission in Mexico.  He has been home for about a year and is already married to one of the Sister missionaries he served with. We provided them with Penne pasta with Alfredo sauce along with some garlic bread and salad. They seemed to enjoy it.

Thursday was our normal hospital day.  As I say every time, we really enjoy it.  It was pretty busy last week. I think we prefer it when it's a little busier. More people to see and it makes the time go faster.

Friday we had our weekly District Council meeting with the young Elders. They have such a good spirit about them.  The zone leaders taught a lesson which was very well done.  They are very capable young men. 

Friday evening we had the Branch Chili Cook-off/Valentine's Dinner.  We had a pretty good turnout , someone said they counted 28 people. Six of those were missionaries (including us).  Some of you already heard this, but Mom made some chili and won the prize for Most Original, Hottest and Best Overall. The Elders were the judges. I created the biggest stir.  We were in a room that was a little small for the number of people we had there.  There was barely enough room between the tables and the wall and we were sitting at the end so we had inch our way past people to get to our chairs. There was a bigger sister I had to get by and just as I got past her my toe caught the chair next to her and down I went.  Sis. Rayburn caught my chili, but the salad and cornbread spilled all over me and the floor.  It was a graceful fall and the only thing I hurt was my ego.

Saturday we went with the Elders to teach the autistic young man we talked about last week.  He still wants to be baptized but we need to get him to church  a few times before he can be baptized. He depends on his mother to get him to church and it's hard for her because she has another son that is a low-functioning autistic young man and it's hard to get him there.  They will figure something out. They also had two other teaching appointments that night and then came to our place for hamburgers and tater tots.  They are both from the south Salt Lake valley.

Mom finally had one of the young women actually come to class today. She is young and shy but is starting to warm up to her leaders. They have an activity making cinnamon rolls coming up that maybe they can get others to.  Guess who is teaching that activity.

Mom's scripture this week is Matthew 7:1-2.  "Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again."  Mom said she learned this in Seminary and it has been one of her favorites ever since then.  She says this is her motto and should be everyone's motto.

That's it for this week.  Have a great week. We love you and pray for you daily.

Love,

Mom and Dad

Grandma and Grandad

Jamee and Kerry

Sister and Elder Cooper