I am so grateful to be a mom. This week I count my blessings again (always again and again) for each of the people blessings my Heavenly Father has given me! I love each one so deeply!
Jed, Annie and Hannah are doing great. Cute Hannah is growing up so fast! I wish they were closer! We got these cute photos from Halloween. I love to see faces of these people, and wish I could just squeeze them!
Chandler, Haley and Cassidy are in Laramie, Wyoming. Their power has gone out a few times. It is only November 5th, but they have already had more than a foot of snow. It is super cold! Last week their power went out a couple of times - on Sunday it went out in the night, and it didn't come on until after noon. It was 44 degrees inside their house. They were all cuddled together under blankets trying to stay warm. They didn't have a way to heat water or cook. All their appliances are electric so when the power goes, they are just done. Monday morning the outside temperature was like 3 degrees. The wind was blowing, putting the feel temperature below 0. Burr! I like warm! We were concerned about them, and called around to find a generator in their little town, and sent them to go pick it up. We hope they don't ever have to use it, but now they have the "power" haha that they can! Proper Prior Prepardness prevents Poor Performance. It would be far better to have the option to turn on a heater, boil some water etc. We helped them get a propane camp chef and some propane so they can cook in that event too. Oh to be prepared. What will life bring next? Who knows.
Samuel is driving logging trucks up in the mountains. He leaves for work on Sunday's and comes home sometime Friday evening. We have seen him a bit, but he rarely comes for Sunday dinner because they have to get up on the mountain. He lives in a little trailer up there. He said it was 5 degrees inside his trailer last week. burr! I pray for him. He is struggling in the Gospel.
Liesl and Brian are doing good. Liesl just got a new job, now working for Cricut the cutting machine. She has been at purple matruss company over their website for a couple of years. They hired her away from another company and she was super excited for the money they were paying her. Her salary just keeps climbing. Once again she added to that number. Purple has sales often, and that required her to be up in the middle of the night to launch new website sales. She has done 32 sales already this year and we are just coming into the holiday season. She won't miss staying up all night - often until 3 - working out the bugs in the new sales pages. She is super excited.
On the home front, we are thick in the middle of CoVid quarantine. Our little St. George has had more than 2,000 cases of this deadly disease reported each day for the last couple of weeks. On the day before halloween (last Friday) an emergency alert came out on our phone that the hospital is at full capacity, and the governor set a new rule that we can't gather in groups of more than 10 people. This disease they don't know how to cure is killing millions of people. Brad's mission president was one of the first in Utah back in April to die of it. Since that case, we haven't really had any close to us, but this week I learned (as Compassionate Service leader which is my current calling) that a couple in our ward has it. They live in condominiums near us, and I am sure the little elderly people around them are terrified! It is contracted very easily, and is deadly especially to the elderly or already compromised in health. The government is going to great lengths to track where it is being spread, and they believe this Sister Card caught it from a client at her work last Friday. Now her husband also has it. We are taking dinners and leaving them outside her door. How to help?
In the meantime, Tuesday afternoon Jakob and Stephen were excited to go with Grandpa Harr to go shooting out in the BLM near our home. I felt that something was not right that afternoon, and asked them to please have a prayer before they left, and then I charged each of them with being extra careful! About an hour later I got a call from Jakob that Stephen had shoot himself in the foot. I raced. Oh the terror that fills when I think one of my kids is hurt! I raced! We found them in Grandpa's car racing our way. I jumped out and into that car. We brought him home to inspect where Brad joined us. Jakob had called him too. Life is so fragile! The bullet went into the top side of his foot on the side of his big toe. It passed all the way through, and came out the other side. We found the bullet lodged in the sole of his new running shoe. That was a blessing that it wasn't in his foot. Brad and Grandpa pronounced a blessing on Stephen, and as they spoke, the spirit said to me don't take him to the hospital - CoVid means no one except the patient is admitted to the hospital right now. They make you leave them at the door. That would not go well with this darling little 8 year old! I verbalized this, and we began brainstorming a list of doctors we knew to find someone who could help us. Brad got on the phone with one, in a holding pattern of recordings, he asked me to call Dr. Root's office. I got a live person and she was super helpful! Deann at his office took the call, heard the story, put me on hold, found a doctor in the office, had them writea script for an x-ray and got it ready for us in lightening speed! They told us to go to the Cancer Center instead of the hospital or the instacare because of CoVid. We picked up the script and went, Stephen, Brad and I. What a miracle after miracle! Little Stephen was so brave! I had given him some children's motrin so his foot would stop hurting. He would NOT let us touch his foot, it was hurting way too bad. We had the bleeding under control, and didn't push washing it at this point. We carried him into the x-ray office and were almost the only ones there. They got us in within about 10 minutes to find the miracles... the bullet missed the bone! It didn't hit anything of sever importance! It passed through, but that was all. We stopped back at the dr.'s office and Dr. Stucki came out to our car to look at it - again CoVid concerns. He looked at it and said knowing the bones were all ok, that it didn't look like it even needed a stitch as it was all the way through but not gapping open. Oh what miracles! He instructed and called in an antibiotic for possible infection. We came home, and now much calmer and under the aid of that medicine so he helped scrub it. We are so grateful! Oh miracles! I am SO grateful for the guardian angels that pushed that gun to the side so it would miss his foot!



