The World Keeps Shrinking…
|This is one of the other senior missionaries at the landing point, being silly.|
|The higher waves make for spectacular geysers at the blowholes!|
|The only way you can tell that it's been raining is the dark appearance of the sky!|
So pardon me if I get a bit confused – it’s hard to tell the difference between the sound of the rain and the sound of a 40 mph wind moving the palm trees! And then you throw in the Tongan “mosi-mosi” (moh-see), it becomes even more confusing – I call it micro-rain. Sometimes it rains here in such tiny droplets that you can hear it on the metal roof, but you can’t see it falling, and you go outside and you can’t even feel it on your skin. Takes about 15 minutes to get the sidewalk wet! This usually happens during a partly-cloudy day, and the mosi-mosi is confined to one passing cloud. Every time it happens, I keep hearing my father tell me to go run between the raindrops! Hey, Dad, I can do that here!
|Having supper with the office elders on our back porch, |
thanks to 2 skinny long tables and a bunch of plastic chairs!
I reluctantly reported to the mission nurse that I was trying to manage some asthma symptoms (my first episode in three years). I say reluctantly because I knew she’d worry, and so would her good husband. And of course, the day after I told them, they came over and between them, another missionary couple, and my husband, I was “persuaded” to go see a doctor. So the nurse called and made me an appointment, and her husband came back over and gathered up all three handy priesthood holders and made sure I got a blessing. Then we drove to the clinic. So… of course, by the time I waited my turn at the clinic and saw the doctor, I had no symptoms at all…the doctor listened to my chest, heard only clear breathing, I hadn’t coughed since I’d left our apartment. But this doctor, even though she’s not LDS, had treated missionaries before. She knows about priesthood blessings, and the role faith plays in healing. She just smiled, and said, “Here, I’m going to give you some cough medicine in case you need it.” So I paid and left. I haven’t used the cough medicine, but – haha – my husband has. It wasn’t asthma, it was a virus! His turn! He now has a new pet name for me – Typhoid Bea.
Heartfelt greetings to all from the Liahona campus, in the South Pacific ocean. Enjoy the beginnings of summer, as we settle into what passes for winter here!