Sunday, September 23, 2018

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Good morning! Your letters take away the Monday morning sting often experienced as the new work week begins.

Breyer is a delightful lady. Her topic of conversation this week is her love of science. It’s her favorite subject. “I can hardly wait to go to school. Our teacher said today is the day we’re discussing matter and reaction.” Heady subjects for sure, for a second grader, but nonetheless, words that excite her enough to be an eager pupil. She confessed last week science was her favorite subject because that’s when they would get to talk about animals.

Miller has spent the second half of the summer, up to the present, reading all the books in the Harry Potter series. He is pages away from finishing the last book. And, he has been faithful in returning to school to take the AR tests for points. He leads his class handily. This is the year he’s working hard to lead not just his class, but hopefully his school, as the end-of-the year prizes are grand. He’s tired of the rain cancelling practices and games – going on two weeks-worth.

Miller and Sawyer repurposed my kitchen table to a ping pong table, and have played for hours. The things that get thought up when there's rain in Texas.

Sawyer has had two classmates in unfortunate incidents this week. One’s father, a Fort Worth undercover officer, was shot while trying to apprehend armed robbery suspects. Another, with her mother, was killed in a house fire. His golf was cancelled, and he opted not to participate in the 3-on-3 tournament this weekend because of the cost. We might have encouraged him otherwise, but were unaware of the event.

Cooper lost both his matches this week in tennis. He got invited to a paint ball party, and came home with multiple round bruises and a big smile. He’s taken over Hunter’s summer weed whipping job, and because of all the rain and sunshine, made headway into the now jungle-like growth. He’s finished two of the six modules for his written pilot license exam. And, instead of going with your father last night to the last Ranger’s game, chose to go to the stake dance. We're still waiting to see what Cooper scored on the ACT exam.

I fell asleep before everyone came home from their activities, with Breyer curled in my side. We had a nice girls evening, including painting toe and fingernails, making cinnamon rolls, cleaning bathrooms and folding wash, and watching – wait for it – Wild Kratts. She’s almost finished level 2 in her gymnastics class, and is so excited to move up and on.

Your father turned in his portfolio packet last Monday morning, the binder Monday afternoon, and can wipe his hands of it until April. That’s when he finds out the recommendation of the tenure committee. He’s in catch up mode a bit, but did find time to go fishing yesterday, as well as the Ranger’s game.

I was reading Small and Simple Things by President Dallin H. Oaks. He spoke on how over time the effect of our small decisions can be incredibly powerful, good or bad. “Consider the scripture study we’ve been taught to incorporate into our daily lives. Or consider the personal prayers and the kneeling family prayers that are regular practices for faithful Latter-day Saints. Consider attendance at seminary for youth or institute classes for young adults. Though each of these practices may seem to be small and simple, over time they result in powerful spiritual uplift and growth. This occurs because each of these small and simple things invites the companionship of the Holy Ghost, the Testifier who enlightens us and guides us into truth.”

President Oaks quotes President Steven C. Wheelwright, who gave an audience at Brigham Young University–Hawaii this inspired description of Alma’s teaching: “Alma confirms for his son that indeed the pattern the Lord follows when we exercise faith in Him and follow His counsel in small and simple things is that He blesses us with small, daily miracles and over time, with marvelous works.

Many years ago, President M. Russell Ballard described to a general conference audience “how small and simple things can be negative and destructive to a person’s salvation.” He taught: “Like weak fibers that form a yarn, then a strand, and finally a rope, these small things combined together can become too strong to be broken. We must ever be aware of the power that the small and simple things can have in building spirituality,” he said. “At the same time, we must be aware that Satan will use small and simple things to lead us into despair and misery.”

Your missionary life is full of small and simple things, things asked of you to show obedience, things you do to be a better companion. May you, this week, especially notice your daily miracles and marvelous works.



Saturday, September 22, 2018

Words from the Wingmen

Dearly Beloveds,

Welcome to the first installment of my Autumn letters, in which we: eat exorbitant amounts of (free) food; frolic with family; get sick from frolicking with family, losing aforementioned free food; frolic with friends; and cast our eyes towards the fires in the hills.

The last three weeks or so, the hills south of Provo blazed with fires kicked up almost overnight by strong winds. At twilight, the horizon glowed ochre and an overflowing wave of smoke swept out from the canyons and over the valley. Nearly every morning, when I walked outside for my bike ride to the law school, the air smelled like a campfire. Thankfully, a conglomerate of firefighters from surrounding states (almost 1000 strong at one point) stopped the flames only yards short of communities in Payson and Springville, and residents returned to their homes at the end of this week.

The law school and graduate studies society at BYU continue to treat us to dinner, lunch, and breakfast. This last week alone, I ate three free lunches, one breakfast, and one dinner. The week before: four lunches, a breakfast, and a dinner. One of the dinners celebrated all the BYU graduate programs, and AnneMarie and I enjoyed a night out together. They had food, and a speech or two, but being on a date with AnneMarie far-excelled both of those elements. The keynote speaker—who seemed like the nicest guy in the world—prepared a dissertation on the six years of his life he spent in graduate school, complete with a timeline, and ended his speech by saying “The one thing I can tell you is it’s going to be interesting. Thank you.” He was interesting, as were—alas—the small eggs on the underside of my lettuce. Unfortunately, we weren’t sitting next to any graduate entomologists that could help me identify them. This week, the graduate students’ society threw a picnic, so Nora got in on the free-food fun as well.

 Last Friday, we had a BLAST at Josh Hutchins’ football game: Pleasant Grove vs. Bingham. The game was a thriller, especially since Bingham ranks in the top teams of the state, and Pleasant Grove fields a pretty good squad as well, in particular, a certain DE with American-flag socks. Josh gave the Bingham offense woe all night because he was faster than the big offensive lineman across from him. Before they could get their hands off the ground, he was already slipping through to chase the RB and QB. PG barely lost, but we enjoyed it nonetheless and loved spending time with Ben, Joy, and Sister Tenney.

 Between Relief Society ministering interviews and activities, Law School Spouse Association book club meetings (Agatha Christie’s Mysterious Affair at Styles), and our nearly-walking Nora, AnneMarie stays BUSY, but busy is good. She helped throw a marriage panel activity this week where I heard the greatest entertainment was comments from the older sisters.

Last Saturday, we attended a surprise birthday party for my missionary trainer and good friend Parker Bennett. Nora got into it with one of the other infant attendees, but, to be fair, it was because the other girl kept taking her stuffed animal. Nora has zero fear of leaping on top of an older child to defend her territory. She literally growled at the girl... Advantage, wolf-baby.

We also recently played the most intense game of Murder in the Dark, in the dark. The bodies piled up, screams were let off (we won’t say by who) and it was a rollicking good time well into the night.

The Flu arrived early this year and took down everyone in its reach. Somehow, I escaped the worst symptoms, but AnneMarie and Nora weren’t so lucky the last couple of days. Thankfully, it mostly hit us on the weekend. Nora, waking up in her own vomit at one in the morning, didn’t seem to mind and was ready to play.

Lastly, since I do not have a calling, I called myself to sing in the choir. We have a marvelous, enthusiastic choir director, Brother Petersen who teaches Korean at BYU. We sang Phillip Bliss’s “It is Well with My Soul” in church this week. I’ve copied the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s story of the hymn and the verses below as a thought this week:

“Horatio Spafford knew something about life’s unexpected challenges. He was a successful attorney and real estate investor who lost a fortune in the great Chicago fire of 1871. Around the same time, his beloved four-year-old son died of scarlet fever.

Thinking a vacation would do his family some good, he sent his wife and four daughters on a ship to England, planning to join them after he finished some pressing business at home. However, while crossing the Atlantic Ocean, the ship was involved in a terrible collision and sunk. More than 200 people lost their lives, including all four of Horatio Spafford’s precious daughters. His wife, Anna, survived the tragedy. Upon arriving in England, she sent a telegram to her husband that began: “Saved alone. What shall I do?”

Horatio immediately set sail for England. At one point during his voyage, the captain of the ship, aware of the tragedy that had struck the Spafford family, summoned Horatio to tell him that they were now passing over the spot where the shipwreck had occurred.

As Horatio thought about his daughters, words of comfort and hope filled his heart and mind. He wrote them down, and they have since become a well-beloved hymn.”

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul


Tanner, AnneMarie, and Nora

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Singing @billyjoel to her before bed has had some unintended consequences...

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Ledyard Legend

We Should all be inspired by the Gift that is Trevor Hutchins

Published September 17. 2018 6:07PM 
By Mike DiMauro   Day staff writer

Ledyard - The words of Cicero: "Non nobis solum nati sumus."

That means "not for ourselves are we alone born."

Really, though, not everybody is born with a heart wired for helping others first. It is a gift to create joy. A calling.

And this is what makes Trevor Hutchins so boundlessly inspiring. He is 18-years old, the textbook age of self-indulgence, a time of sighs, eye rolls and knowing everything about everything.
Instead, Hutchins, a recent graduate of Ledyard High, a strapping, 6-foot-5 soccer player and shot blocker, has exercised his option within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to embark on a two-year mission of service.

Trevor Hutchins, whose age belies his deeper sense of obligation to things greater than his own self-interest, leaves Tuesday for El Salvador.

"I've thought about it a lot," Hutchins was saying Monday afternoon, the day before his life will change forever. "It's not an easy decision. There are negatives, like leaving the people I've known my whole life, knowing there won't be a lot of communication. But there are so many positives."

To reiterate: Hutchins' church does not require a mission. It is optional. He could be a college athlete somewhere right now. Somewhere, though, there must be some room for his family, educational background and deep faith to take a bow. Trevor Hutchins has been taught well. He's absorbed the lessons. Now he becomes the beacon.

Hutchins is the sixth of nine children. Four of his five older siblings have completed missions. This is a family who understands that we all need each other here on the mortal soil more than we're willing to admit. And they've personified the concept.

"Trevor invited me to listen to him speak to his congregation (Sunday)," Ledyard assistant principal/athletic director Jim Buonocore said. "He was so articulate, so passionate and so grateful. Just a phenomenal human being. And one of our best three-sport athletes ... ever."

Hutchins on his decision: "I have the ability to help other people. Not everyone has the ability to do that. But I do. I understand that at my age, I don't need to have everything figured out. So this gives me extra time to mature."

Perhaps some of you just read that line and spit out your coffee. This kid needs extra time to mature? Au contraire. He could be teaching maturity lessons to folks considerably older.

"A lot of it comes from my dad (Richard)," Hutchins said. "He's a pretty prominent member of our church. He's in charge of several church buildings in southeastern Connecticut. I know he does a lot to help other people. I've gone along with him."

Hutchins said his dad's local missions are about everything from service projects to help with personal matters.

"It makes me happy to see others happy," Trevor Hutchins said.

Hutchins' life is a monument to the inevitability of change. It's non-negotiable. Everything changes. People change. So does their thinking, attitudes, circumstances and outlooks. Imagine: A year ago at this time, Trevor Hutchins went to school every day mostly trying to figure out how to score a goal for Bill Glenney's soccer team.

Now he's headed to El Salvador for community service and door to door propheting.

Even Hutchins chuckled at thinking about his life a year ago.

"I always knew I wanted to do this between high school and college," he said, "but yeah, a year ago, maybe I was thinking about it a little, but surely not as much as when it started getting closer."
Hutchins shows us all that it's never too late to make a change. If you've been thinking about helping others more lately, maybe this is the right time. And you needn't go to El Salvador. There's probably something right in your town that could benefit from your time and care.

We won't be hearing from him much in the next two years. He'll be doing God's work. Godspeed to Trevor Hutchins, who in his 18 short years, has already inspired us to be better and do better.

A gift.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

College Correspondent


by Hunter Schenewark
The title arises from the fact that earlier today I realized that I was wearing a home-made tie making pasta by hand. Pretty cool. I've also realized that there is a strong correlation between amount of flour used and happiness. Not simply because of the treats that go to me, but mainly for the fact that flour = service and kneading dough = therapy. So I gave myself a self-sufficiency "hallelujah!"
I should add, besides no dates, there was also no golf played this week, and thus begs the question, "is the world ending?" What will I write about?
 From Labor Day - with the windmills in the background.
The easy answer is no. Of course not! Even though Utah does in fact appear to be burning. (even the mountains have been obscured by all the smoke, and ash has sprinkled down on us at BYU - this is the closest I've ever been to a wildfire that I know of.)
Photo courtesy of Taylor Yardley and LDS Living: In Payson, about 15 miles south.
The real answer I've come to, (after wondering how the prophets for millennia have truthfully been able to declare, "Repent! the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!") is that the world might not be ending, but ours is. Truth is, no matter how you do the math, mortality is a blink. And we best be preparing for the next life, because it's coming to claim us sooner than we might think. Ours is to act, and not to shrink.
My classes have been great. This week in Shakespeare we read some of his sonnets and interestingly many of them dealt with the idea of eternity and Mr. Bill Shakespeare appears to have with various sonnets  preached the idea that kids yield some degree of immortality, and if that doesn't work, then written lines surely will.
We also read "A Midsummer Night's Dream" which although fantastical, was fantastic. I loved it. I have already become a committed fan.
I've chosen a couple family history projects: I am researching Horatio Gates and family, b. 1812 d. 1883. And for another one, I am researching Nancy Starbird Glass Wilson b. 1824 d. 1868 and her family. I was happy to see Horatio was a farmer and am truly eager to learn more.
Other notable news: I cut my head open with a door. No serious damage. Just an embarrassing/funny story to remember, and a current lump that looks like an award-winning pimple instead of a manly cut.
We mopped the floor voluntarily - without having a spill or accident compel us. Normally something happens before the floor actually gets dirty from just shoes. The last time we mopped was because I had inadvertently put in dish soap instead of dishwashing liquid. Didn't, and don't know the difference. The thing was a bubble machine and we just used all the overflowing suds to clean up the floor.
Tuesday, out of the many club choices available and appealing, I decided to go to the Family History one, where Jennifer Ann Mackley, author of Wilford Woodruff's Witness: The Development of Temple Doctrine lectured on exactly that, the development of temple doctrine.
Fast-forward to Saturday, and going to the temple was a little more significant reflecting on some aspects of what I'd learned.
First time cooking exploits this week include making cinnamon rolls for the first time. They were amazing! Hit the spot, causing a small sugar overload as I downed 6 or 7 before I gave the rest away. Also Maple Bavarian Cream. I still need to eat that though. It said to chill, and it's been chilling since.
Today at church I did nothing. No talks or lesson. No organ playing. No helping with the sacrament. I simply sat back and enjoyed the services and quite honestly, felt completely rejuvenated and refreshed.
Earlier in the week my I was in some pain and though my bottom left wisdom tooth was agitating like a toddler in church, causing a disturbance, and thought if it doesn't stop, he'll have to come out. Well, big blessing, turned out I only had a cut on my gum (from what I know not).
Work at Canopy continues. My bosses have been good at scheduling trainings and helping me improve. I've always been the person who would spend the whole day hacking at a tree without sharpening the saw and they've been good about scheduling time to help me improve.
I finally saw Tanmarie and Nora. It's been a couple weeks, and I decided to be spontaneous and show up unannounced Sunday afternoon. Sounds like law school is good and ms. Nora is getting close to walking!
On Sunday, Dad was busy and Mom wasn't home and after talking to Cooper for a while, Breyer came in and took over. That 15 minutes was perhaps the best part of the week for me. With her infectious laugh, innocence, and complete sincerity I was reminded once again why we are commanded to be like little children and felt brought down to real life. That's what's really important - and I left uplifted and with a refreshed perspective.
Another candidate for moment of the week was on Wednesday when as a presidency we redid most of the ministering assignments. My testimony was strengthened that we are involved in the Lord's work and he knows each and every one of us personally, as we repeatedly had names come to our minds for both companionships and who they needed to visit. It wasn't our doing - we were simply the instruments.
Saturday night I sat down with some homework and put on the Fiddler on the Roof. It's been years since I've seen it, and didn't remember much. I thought especially pertinent was the struggle Tevye had with tradition. Some changed, but others he would not, could not give up. Everything is liable to be questioned, and it is just as important for us to realize the traditions, some divinely instituted, that we can not give up or change.
I am grateful for the traditions that we have in our family. I have learned of Christ and his gospel since being an infant and I'll forever be grateful for that. Elder Holland said:
Your love for Jesus Christ and your discipleship in His cause must be the consuming preoccupation and passion of your mortality. You must strive every day to know the Savior in the most personal way that you can - to study His life, to learn His teachings, to follow His doctrine, to reverence His priesthood.

Monday, September 17, 2018

Letter #56

Vai Palmeiras

For those of you preoccupy-eds about what I did to my two, let's just day that I put the pedal to the cheese grater to get a little extra flavor on the morning toast.

Had the chance to talk with a professional palm reader, not sure why but 1 Nephi 21:16 came to my head and I gave her a little rundown starting with "Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands." Apparently she thought it was interesting enough to accept a visit from us.
Also, apparently I'll have seven kids, three girls and four boys.

So, we spent the last rain spattered week, rain-spatteringly procuring rain speckled people in rain speckled houses. The results came pouring in. By Saturday night we had confirmed six people for church on Sunday. Unfortunately, only one of the six actually showed up, our dear Cearense, Neidiwagner. Just when I was feeling a little disappointed, the doors opened and in walked another five investigators, two who had said that they wouldn't be able to attend this week, two contacts that we made weeks ago but were never able to find at home, and one giant of a man named Rogério who is married to a member but has never come to church.
What can I say, the Lord provides when we do our part.

I was touched my a couple of things this week.
First, that strange dog on the street that always follows us around
Second, I was reading in the scriptures and I came across this in 2 Nephi 31:3

“For my soul delighteth in plainness; for after this manner doth the Lord God work among the children of men. For the Lord God giveth light unto the understanding; for he speaketh unto men according to their language, unto their understanding.”

Elder Jesus and I modeling in the backyard

I thought it interesting the promise that the Lord makes this promise to let the gospel spread throughout the earth in the simplest of manners, allowing everyone to hear it in their own language. Even if it's a little more difficult for me, as a budding Portuguese student, I felt spiritually uplifted that even I can help fulfill one of the promises that we all have.

Love being sent from the rain spattered rain speckled streets of Paulínia, Brazil.

Elder Andre the Giant
(no seriously, you don't understand the size of my dude Rogério)

Sunday, September 16, 2018

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Good morning! We love you. We miss you. We see and remember your face and our love for it in many ways throughout the week. 

I love these pictures I found on social media of your cousins. We have the best family ever, and you're such an integral part.

In terms of this week's update, it was pretty normal. Even the A/C unit dripping. I did my usual thing and climbed up into the attic to check on the overflow pan, and add some bleach to the line, as it was clogging a bit, and found little leaks around the PVC pipe elbow joints. I brought up a towel, until we could figure out what was going on, as the kitchen ceiling also showed it was leaking. And in the process of sliding the towel underneath the elbow joints broke off the PVC pipe right where it enters the A/C unit. Thank goodness for the Gammons family. We love them dearly. One brother is in the A/C business, and he came right out.

I immediately started making an apple pie or two, as I knew he would take one for us inconveniencing him and his wife on a Saturday evening. He informed us that codes have changed, and the unit we have should be a hanging unit, and ours is propped up in a drain pan on 2x4s that will eventually rot. The drain pan should be tipped, so the water drains, and ours is not, so it constantly sits in water. As the life of the unit is reaching maximum use, ten years old, we're not going to do anything about it. But when we have to replace the A/C unit, we'll have it hung.

He installed the new pipe, added a more convenient pressure release cap, and was on his way with water, as it's so hot up there in the attic, and a hot apple pie. Your father does cringe when he hears my ,"Oops."

Sawyer was invited to play in his first freshmen golf tournament on Wednesday, an all day event. He left at 6 a.m. with the team and my umbrella as the forecast included rain. I found him on the floor when I got home, exhausted from his golf expedition in driving wind and rain. My umbrella looked like it had tried to survive a hurricane. It's now in the trash. He scored a 99, which isn't great on a par 72, but it was 15 points lower than the nearest teammate. The coach was pleased, but it's unknown if he was pleased enough to include him on a varsity tournament.

Cooper had a home meet, and won again his single and double matches. He's still ranked 2nd in doubles, and he thinks 3rd in singles. I wish he'd tried singles in 9th grade!

Your father has worked all week on his tenure portfolio, and continued through the weekend. He's got to hit the enter button by tonight. He's so ready to move on to other things that have built up. And in the midst of all his angst he still continues to visit those in the hospital, those who need food, and those who need counsel.

Your sister told me Friday morning before school her ear hurt. The way she described her pain I was thinking perhaps a middle ear infection. I told her to remind me after school, if it was still hurting, and I'd take her to the doctor. She reminded me at bedtime. Saturday afternoon, when I was home, I brought her in and she has strep throat, with the inflamed lymph notes and tonsils radiating the pain to her ear. She's doing much better today.

I was sent to Houston for a one day training - Active Shooter. The instructor was from Massachusetts, very obvious from his accent, and knew your grandfather and my pseudo uncle Al Shaw. It was fun chit chatting with him during breaks. He was a retired Uxbridge police chief, which is very close to Sutton, where Shaw served, and because of the close knit police chief organizations, knew your grandfather. The class was great. The traffic to and from, compounded with driving rain, remember the golf tournament, made driving so tedious. I got home at 10:30, in bed by 11:00, and was back up at 4:00 a.m.

I met with attorneys regarding my dentist mishap in August. I won't go into details, but most medical malpractice suits are catastrophic incidents, of which I'm so grateful to have avoided, as it's not practical to otherwise due to expenses associated with a lawsuit. My voice cords have been impacted, whether or not it's permanent remains to be seen, and I'll need to meet with a specialist before we move on. They will be trying to settle out of court for costs associated with the whole incident.

And yesterday, Dad signed me up for the stake NRA class offered to youth. It was a fast paced class ending with seven guns to shoot at an indoor gun range, ranging from .22, .38, .357 and 9 ml. I loved it. You definitely use muscles not normally use while loading, holding and shooting large guns. I wanted to be more comfortable around weapons, especially while working in a secured facility where I have access to weapons, if necessary, but no know how. I have a long way to go, but am not as intimidated.

I was reading Revelation for the Church, Revelation for Our Lives, by President Russell M. Nelson, who quoted President Lorenzo Snow: “This is the grand privilege of every Latter-day Saint … that it is our right to have the manifestations of the Spirit every day of our lives.”

President Nelson then said, "Through the manifestations of the Holy Ghost, the Lord will assist us in all our righteous pursuits... In coming days, it will not be possible to survive spiritually without the guiding, directing, comforting, and constant influence of the Holy Ghost."

I think his thoughts are so applicable to us all, but tonight especially to you. Use your remaining time in the Lord's way. Seek to find out His will. Then your success is His. I love you. I am humbled that my boys are willing to give up two years of their lives, in such as your circumstances have been and will continue to be, and know that you're where you should be.



Friday, September 14, 2018

Letter #55

Normally when that warning comes up, I turn of the TV and hide under my covers, but maybe you're a little less squeemish than I. Congrats

For those of you out of the Brazilian political loop, the presidential elections are this year. The candidate the gives me the most hope, and definitely follows more of the church standards than any other candidate, is Jair Bolsonaro. At an event this last week, he was stabbed but looks like he'll recover.

I had a piece of my toe torn off, but it looks like our protagonist will recover. Life goes on

And lastly (thanks to my poor planning of time, sorry Mom) is the kites. Last Monday, I put on my kite flyer outfit, which is suspiciously a lot like my truck driver outfit, and went flying kites.
What you don't know about kite flying in Brazil, is that it's like a sport. Everyone, in their own backyard, puts up their kite, some better than others. And then they go cutting.

To kep it simple, with your kite line, you cut the kite lines of other kites and then try to reel them in. We, my companion and I, started with two kites and finished wih 8. That's not terrible.

And that's the news.

One more. This week, I've been pondering a lot about what my Heavenly father's plan for me is.
Don't worry, not gonna spoil anything, you'll have to keep watching, but I was touched thinking about the love that He has to have for each one of us. Or just for me. I'm a little more than my fair share of problems and messes, and it's comforting to know that even when I mess up and rip half my toe off, He is still there to help out.

That's it


Elder Backyard Sports: Favela Kiters

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

College Correspondent

Here is the week's top 10:

10. BYU Football- I'm becoming increasingly apathetic with regards to sports. Long gone are the days of playground fun. The atmosphere is ridiculous with lots of people taking the game so seriously. I'm now a supervisor for the event staff. I learned that means I do whatever I want. But I'm there to work, and I will.

9. Date with Megan- I accompanied Megan Rowley to the Face- to face with Q. L. Cook (see #4) for a triple date with Lawson (and Andrea) and Kimball (and Aubrey). After, we went to my apartment for apple pie, ice cream and some games.

8. EQ Interviews - definitely one of the best parts of my calling. I enjoy continually meeting with my fellow quorum members in a spiritual setting to talk about life. Saturday was an EQ Super Smash Bros activity. I was absent, working the football game, but seems the activity went well, and a couple struggling elders showed up.

7. Labor Day Golf - Erin Hiatt came in from Idaho for the weekend; we had planned this outing a long time back. Philip Gebler played along with Mac, and all four of us enjoyed the perfect weather, and beautiful scenery of Spanish Fork. There are giant wind turbines nearby, and for the first time in my life, I thought they added a little to the scenery (albeit only from where we were. Driving through Spanish Fork before, I thought they were an absolute eyesore.) Philip's sister, Rebekah Ann walked with the entire time, and viewed each shot optimistically. I was a couple over par but the last few holes was driving better than ever before. My drives on #5,6,7 went 390, 375, 360 yards right where I was aiming. Incredible.

6. Gym - I'm back. Without a car, there would be no way this is happening, so its another blessing to chalk up to the Sienna and my parents+grandparents. Working out is something I enjoy, and a great stress reliever.

5. Date with Avery - From 12-3 I helped set up signs outlining the new BYU stadium bag policy (following the NFL, only clear bags allowed) and then ran to Mapleton to pick up Avery Bishop. We went to Sub- Zero Ice Cream in Spanish Fork. I've wanted to try the nitrogen blasted treat for a while, but was extremely disappointed. Not with Avery though, she was very impressive with her vision and goals. Friday she heads up to Idaho for school, and I am sure will do great things.

4. Face - to - face with Quentin L. Cook - The member of the Quorum of the 12 Apostles answered questions from Nauvoo along with a couple church historians, Kate Holbrook and Matt Grow. Probably the most significant statement for me came from Kate Holbrook as she related how when she does something well, she thanks the Book of Mormon. It helped me understand better how the scriptures can be applied to my life.

3. Date with Maggie - I went with Maggie Bromley to the BYU Art Museum. She is a photographer and we especially enjoyed the Pulitzer Prize winning photos being exhibited, and then had ice cream at the Creamery.

2. Class Schedule - Crazy excited for my classes this semester. School started last Tuesday. Here is the lineup: Shakespeare - Northern US Family History Research - Family and Law in American History - Family Historian's Craft - Reason, Revelation and Politics - Writings of Isaiah. 17 credits total, all of the classes have been excellent so far. They are challenging and definitely expanding my mind.

Elder Schenewark- Porter is serving where the recently returned Elder Gabriel Bicharelli now lives, and Gabriel sent some updates and a picture. Good to see both of them.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

With All My Love

Elder Schenewark,

Good morning! I’m happy to be alive and everyday wake up inhaling a few times, thankful to be breathing and in my own bed. Life is good when you have this privilege. And there are no rats nibbling on my toes. A bonus!

Your letters make all who read them comment on how much they enjoy them. This week it was Aunt Becky, Kaleb, and Aunt Shirley. We’re so grateful to be able to have this weekly exchange with you – makes our separation much sweeter.

Your father and I were in an adult session of stake conference last night, and President Harmer spoke of the tragic murder of the LDS girl, Zoe Hastings, while you were in high school, as she was returning a DVD to a Redbox. Do you remember this? He then spoke of a classmate who attended the funeral, joined the church. Zoe was on her way that Sunday evening to turn in her mission papers. Her friend is now on a mission in the Dominican Republic. But that’s not all. This Sister missionary had a dream in which she shook the hand of the prophet, and woke up sad, not feeling worthy. When she relayed her concerns to the wife of the mission president, she was told the prophet was coming to their mission, unexpectedly, to shake the hands of the sister missionaries.

You are not just a number out of the 71,000 missionaries serving. You are one of the missionaries whom the Lord loves. Elder Gerrit W. Gong’s April talk,“ Christ the Lord Is Risen Today” said, “Together, our covenants and our Savior’s Atonement enable and ennoble. Together, they help us hold on and let go. Together, they sweeten, preserve, sanctify, redeem.” Feel enabled, ennobled, and know of His love for you. Always.

Your father is on his last week before his tenure portfolio is due. Pray! He’s worked so hard getting this ready, several years earlier than normal, as he was hired with tenure from Marshall.

Cooper took the ACT for the second time yesterday morning. He’ll get the results within ten days – pray!

Miller had one baseball practice this week. Sis. Dewey, who helps me babysit and transport kids as I need, was staying to chat with me at his practice. When I arrived she said, “Is it just me, or does Miller seem ten times better than everybody else?” That pretty much sums it up. He is blessed for his efforts. His second practice was rained out, as was Sawyer’s day on the greens.  In fact, your younger siblings enjoyed the day yesterday in the rain on the long boards.

The assistant basketball coach, Weeks, always asks Sawyer about you.

Your beautiful cousins held signs for Uncle Aaron on a write in campaign for a lawyer position for the state of Massachusetts. Because he was a write-in candidate, the results are slow coming in.

That's the news for this week. Looking forward so much of hearing from you. Be good. Stay safe.