![]() |
Hay bailing, lots of work |
What better way is there to spend our time than in the service of our fellow man!
Hey there, it's your friendly out of your neighborhood missionary. This past week we had a big slump.
Because of damage that was caused by previous missionaries, we had to turn in our truck to the shop to repair a small scratch of paint about the size of a dime. We were without a truck for three days.
During this time we did lots of service.
We helped a non member family move out and into their new home (both in the same town). We had made a great impression on them and they even invited us over for dinner sometime in the next week.
![]() |
Haybailing |
I went on an exchange to Kamiah, about 45 minutes south of where we live. There we also had a good amount of service. We bailed hay for about 2 hours. I have never bailed hay before and found it quite fun, except for those little bits and pieces that make it into your cloths and poke you like tiny needles that wasn't very fun.
We then on the next day of service helped a member put up bird netting and Chicken wire around his duck coup? Is that what it's called? It took us a lot longer than we would have thought, that bird netting is a pain to put up, it sticks to everything. It was a fun challenge.
![]() |
Huckleberrys, they were small but delicious |
On the next day of service the members came to me, and asked for help building a Chicken coup. 200 bails of hay, 11 hours of moving, 40 feet of wire, 20 feet of netting, 5 Huckleberry bags. 4 Ensign magazines, 3 lessons, 2 full bags of sand and the lie that it's slightly cloudy. (to the tune of 12 Days of Christmas...)
This makeshift song basically sums up our entire week. We aren't very busy with the work, so in order to try and keep busy we help out with as much service as possible.
I picked my first Huckleberries the other day.
We herd the member wrong and thought we would be sharing a message, but instead, we all picked Huckleberries in our proselyting cloths. Luck would have it that non of us got the juice on our shirts by natural causes. I got a rotten berry chucked at me unknowingly and got a small spot on my sleeve, but that's was it.
![]() |
A cool local history school, where we helped some members supplies back in |