Finding my Church

I look up the ward information and carefully copied down the address before heading to the taxi stand. When the taxi driver found out that I was going to church he tried to convince me to go to the church on base. I was insistent on my church, and he was convinced that I was crazy.

The English Seoul Branch of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is in a church building that is tucked down a back alley and is very hard to find. We circled the general area, asking passing pedestrians. My driver continued to point out other churches that I could go to. In my life, going to the right church is more important than going to the closest one. And I can tell you, that it was worth it on Sunday. I walked into the building I was home surrounded by friends.

First Day

View from the hotel room. I'm off for my orientation meetings. So far, so great! (And boy am I glad that I off the airplane!)

Spring... is not quite here

The weatherman said that today was suppose to be 50 degrees. What a wonderful reason to have a picnic!
I don't think that it was that warm... Andrea froze but we still had fun!

Blessings and Miracles

While I was driving through Wyoming on Saturday with my Mom, hours from home, I hit some black ice. The gusting wind prevented me from correcting the fishtails. One 360 later the car rolled in the median.
The miracle is that both, my Mom and I, walked away with out a scratch. Nothing. Not even seat belt bruises. Let me just say now, always wear your seat belt! We had several great Samaritans that stopped to help us before the State Patrol and the tow truck arrived.

Dad and Christa drove up to rescue us. It was a modern reenactment of the rescue at Martin's Cove. (Martin's Cove is only 127 miles away from Wamsutter, where we were stranded.)* Christa renamed Mom and me, Willie and Martin.

Looking at the pictures again, just reminds me of how blessed we were. And that we have exceeded our roller-coaster quota for a foreseeable future.

*The Willie and Martin handcart companies were stranded in Wyoming by the arrival of an early winter. Brigham Young sent wagons and men from the Salt Lake Valley to rescue the distressed pioneers. My great-great grandfather, Robert Taylor Burton, was among the rescuers.

Mammoth Cave

Last weekend I asked my Midwest siblings to take a small trip with me. We went deep into the earth... well, kind of deep.
This was our chance to say goodbye before we all split ways. Richard is leaving too this year... final destination unknown.
It's amazing how going two hours south can result in a radical temperature change. It was in the high 40s and felt great after our teen temps further north.

Mammoth Cave was lots of fun, and I would suggest visiting in the winter. The cave is the same temperature year round and there are no crowds in January.

Snow Storms

I was welcomed to Indiana with a snow & ice storm. This week, as I say goodbye, we have a record breaking snow & ice storm.