We have several appiontments on watertower road and the road gets rougher by the day. Most of the driving is in the ditch. We start off quite hopeful for a busy productive day.
Half way to the first appointment the phone rings and we are informed that they are not home but they did phone so thats good.
We do a drive by to see if another family may be home. They are, but on the way to the hospital cause the Dad is sick.
On to the next home where we have a nice visit and discussed their garden project.
Go to check on our friend who has been planning to talk in church for a month but has a hard time making it there but he just left.
Decide to see if we can find a members house. Find a house but no sign of life. The cats home but lying dead in the driveway.
Get back to the trailer(home) and a truck drives up. Lady gets out and asks if we can go to the graveyard and help measure to see if there is enough room for a grave. A bit unusual but we say we will follow her since we have no idea where a graveyard is. They drive up behind our place and there is a graveyard about 200 yards from our back door. She explained that her son died and they wanted him buried next to his grandfather. We ask, "Who is responsible for the graveyard and what did they suggest." They tell us they asked at the Chapter House and they suggested we bury him on our land but we don't have room because our land bordersthe Hopi reservation. So then they said to come here and look.
Thats where we fit in. Apparently they have something against entering a graveyard. They stood outside the fence while we went in and pointed out the grave of the grandfather. They wanted the son burried next to the grandpa. There were already people burried there. Then they suggested in front of grandpa in the roadway. In sympathy I asked how her son had passed, if he were ill. She said, "No, he was murdered or was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The bodied hasn't been released from the the medical examiner but when it is we may know." This was all said with little show of emotion.
About this time the gravedigger arrived whom we happened to know so we let him take over.
After this we rested and Wayne dreamed about what he was going to cook for the Elders at dinner.
The Elders phone, and they are at Bashas with a lady that needs a ride home but they can't give people rides so we go even though Wayne is worrying about getting back in time to cook his dinner.
We arrived at Bashas and this is what we saw. I couldn't beleive my eyes, Elder Orme, the guy that hates dogs, is standing there with two of the cutest lap dogs, one in a pink coat. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and haven't really quit.
We took the dogs, the moving boxes, the groceries and the lady home (about an hour round trip) and arrived home in time to get dinner.
After dinner we had an appiontment with a member we tracted out. So back to watertower road in the dark this time. Antonia is such a nice person, has nine children and works seven days a week as a PCA. She asked if we could come teach her children about the church. They live in a trailer with no utilities but have an extention cord running from her aunts trailer next door. When we arrived her and her husband were just getting home cause the aunty was sick and they went to get medicine. We had met the aunty a few days before. A delightful 86 year old who's eyes sparckled when we came in. She doesn't speak English but recognized our name tags and wants us to come back and read scriptures to her.
Most of the kids were gone to a movie (They must show movies at the school on Thursdays) so we rebooked for Monday evening.
We made it safely back home after our day on da Rez.
We can see such a difference in the members who through the placement program or as a family have been active in the church for a time. Even if they don't presently attend church their countenance and their abilitiy to handle life is improved. The gospel is such a blessing in our lives.
Love to all,
Elder and Sister Lybbert
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