Up, Up and Away!

 I love getting aerial views of Granbury...

I love especially love the views because of the aeronautical engineer program at Granbury High School...

That they can build an airplane in a class, fly it and sell it - is amazing!

But seeing Cooper behind the controls, working on a pilot's license as well - priceless!

Silly Swimmers

College Correspondent

Dessert in the Desert

On Tuesday my mission president, President Young and his wife came over for dinner. Truly times never to be forgotten. They have been a tremendous influence in my life and it was wonderful to meet up with them again. I have seen President Young sporadically since being home, so it was especially meaningful to talk with Sister Young. They related story after story and I was inspired and uplifted. I knew what I learned during my two years, and it was interesting to see what they learned and the challenges they had to overcome. In Brazil, we would frequently eat with extremely impoverished members yet they would always feed us the best food they had, often being the only time they would have meat that week, recognizing us as servants of Christ. I will always recognize Pres. and Sister Young as Servants of Christ and served them my best as well. We enjoyed grilled fish, squash, mashed potatoes, and rolls, followed by apple pie and ice cream. I love them.

Thursday was an adventure. At about 1 pm, I received a message from Matt Stone asking if I was free to help his parents move some furniture. He had given me a head's up a few weeks prior, and I was happy to leave work a little early and help. The hardest part was dragging the refrigerator up the stairs, but we made it. The Stone's drove from Arizona bringing everything up, and on their way encountered the first rainstorm of 1+ months, which blew their tarp off, and exposed their furniture to the elements. Thus they decided to get rid of their futon and and a bookcase. Having a van, I jumped at the idea, and brought those treasures home where they have made a nice contribution to my room. I did forgo the couches though...

From there, I ran home, quickly changed into dress clothes, and ran to an "Opioid Abuse and Prescription Medication Abuse: How to Help" devo. I grabbed the only food ready, some mashed potato leftovers, and started driving. Unfortunately, on my way after making a sharp turn, the potatoes went flying all over the passenger seat and door. Nevertheless, it was off to the meeting, where Kara, the RSP, had saved me a seat. It was a great event, and my eyes where opened to the extent of the problem here in Utah. One of the speakers was Mark, currently a service missionary working in the church's addiction recovery program. You can hear part of his amazing story here: https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2014-04-004-the-savior-wants-to-forgive?lang=eng

The meeting ran 15 minutes over, which made me late for my date with Avery. Kara kindly helped me prep the car, cleaning potatoes, and we realized that my passenger seat belt was stuck - making it impossible to put on correctly. Not the ideal situation, but only way to go was forward, so I went and picked Avery up. She was a great sport, and I enjoyed getting to know her as we went to Rockwell Ice Cream. Peaches and Cream was a 10/10.

Friday I left work and met Philip Gebler at Talon's Cove golf course in Saratoga Springs. This was my first time on the other side of Utah Lake, and the view was gorgeous - I loved being able to see the entire valley. The course was a link's style, and on most of the holes the wind was strong, and we played right along the lake's border. I loved it, and for $15 for 18 it was  steal. I birdied four holes, but also had a triple and quadruple bogey, which evened it out. I would definitely recommend it, and hope to play it again.

My friend Bryan came down from Idaho later that night, putting immediate use to the futon and crashing there for the night. Poor guy - he came down to go on a date with someone in the valley - but due to some unforeseen issues, the date fell through, and he attended the City Center temple with me before heading back up to Idaho.

Lunch was pancake with pals, (and I wasn't cooking). In the afternoon, Sarah and Maddie, two friends from last year wanted to catch up, so we went swimming at Maddie's apt. complex, where I ran into Abby Weible, and we had a couple random people join us in the pool where we had a good time tossing a ball around and asking each other questions.

And having set me up in the past, they decided that it was time for me to return the favor, and so I committed to a triple date later that night. It took a little bit of legwork, but I went with Holly from Arizona, and Philip and Josh joined Maddie and Sarah and we jumped into my van and we (again) went to Rockwell's Ice Cream. For the record, before taking a date there, I do ask if they have been, and so far no one has. I am obviously the one keeping them in business. This time I went with Strawberries and Cream and again, it was 10/10.



Today's been a LONG day. Meetings started at 8:30, church was 12-3. I did not have to play the organ though, and that helped me tremendously. I spent both the second and third hours conducting ministering interviews. And finally, in an event long anticipated, with the calling of recent move-in Porter Wright to serve as 1st counselor in the EQ presidency, we had a full presidency at church for the first time since April. Hallelujah. Porter is a great guy, humble and hard-working and I'm excited for how everything is looking. Two EQ teachers were also sustained, and we have an activity planned Sept. 8th.

I made Hawaiian haystacks tonight, but thinking I bought Chicken broth, I dumped the can in, to discover it was chicken noodle soup. Emphasis on noodles. It was an unexpected and funny addition.

I can't believe school starts in one week. I'm excited for the new semester. The Maeser Laser is due to be printed September 10th. We received our first article, "Life: Sacred but not Sacrosanct" which condemns abortions and condones capital punishment, and are expecting a couple more to be in this week.qq

When I was swimming with Sarah and Maddie, as we reminisced about some shared events of the past year, I remarked that I never would have guessed that we'd be swimming at the Glenwood together. (Last year they had both been dating my roommates.) I mention that only to illustrate the unpredictability of life. And despite our failed plans, and having no ability to perfectly craft the future, I am in awe of the beauty that fills our lives and the joy we encounter in the journey. And know that as we keep our covenants and make Christ the center of our lives, we will experience more happiness than we could imagine.

This is one of my favorite scriptures: (D&C 97:8-9): Verily I say unto you, all among them who know their hearts are honest, and their spirits contrite, and are willing to observe their covenants by sacrifice - yea, every sacrifice which I, the Lord, shall command - they are accepted of me.

For I, the Lord, will cause them to bring forth as a very fruitful tree which is planted in a goodly land, by a pure stream, that yieldeth much precious fruit.

Letter #53

Super late, super rushed day, but busy is always better
Because I need to be quick, I'll just give the old Rio Rundown

My friend Gavin Carns ( reid.carns@myldsmail.net) decided to go and pop another one of his lungs because he's so tall white and skinny. As a favor to me, everyone send him a snarky, but maybe helpful, comment telling him what a lame lung popper he is and also how he can get fat.

The city in which I currently reside is home to one of the largest gas refinaries in the country, the main refinary for PetroBras. And part of it exploded. From what I've heard, it wasn't tooo disastrous, but big enough that I heard it from our house at 2 in the morning (meaning it was loud enough to wake me up, which ain't easy) and it's the talk of the town, lots of service to be rendered.

We were able to start teaching Gustavo, pretty chill young thugger that we met on the street. Despite all of the blaring strerotypes that would have made us normally cross the street, he has accepted to be baptized on the 8th. It's amazing to me how the gospel can change even the thuggiest of thuggers #PapaJ #StraightOutOfCompton

Back to the streets, we got commitments to get, the grind continues.

Love,

Elder JB

With All Your Love

Good morning Elder Schenewark,

I admit I felt some relief upon hearing of your transfer last week. The area you had been serving in seemed very difficult. I’m glad some of the burdens associated with that particular area have been removed.

It’s always interesting reading when I learn of my boys opening new areas. Elder Holland has the key to you and your companion’s success, spoken of in his talk this April, “Be With and Strengthen Them.”

“The Savior, at the conclusion of His earthly ministry, as He prepared to leave His still-innocent and somewhat-confused little band of followers, did not list a dozen administrative steps they had to take or hand them a fistful of reports to be filled out in triplicate. No, He summarized their task in one fundamental commandment: “Love one another; as I have loved you. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.” As we lift our spiritual eyes toward living the law of love more universally, we pay tribute to the generations who have served that way for years. We have a heaven-sent opportunity to demonstrate “pure religion … undefiled before God,” [as we] grasp the Lord’s commandment to “be with and strengthen.”

The highlights of the week? We had a Family Home Evening discussion on all the dangers lurking in school hallways and students’ pockets. It was good to reminder to them to be on guard, ever watchful.

Thursday I had my first day home alone. It was wonderful. Got SO much done! but there’s always so much more to do. Yesterday Sawyer and I dragged the new hose we got, to put out fires, up the attic stairs in the garage. It was too long for me to try to siphon, but Sawyer hooked up the shop vacuum, and we pulled the water out of the drainage pan. It was all the way full. I unclogged the PVC pipe with some bleach, and our air conditioning unit is running a bit easier.  We wrapped up our vehicle saga by getting the Sienna title in the mail, putting in Hunter’s remaining A/C Freon in the beast, and paying for my new tires that had been put on last week.

Breyer missed her gymnastics class because I forgot it moved back an hour earlier, and Miller’s

Miller had baseball try outs on Thursday evening. I had neglected to register him on line, not knowing when it closed, there was no more registration. I thought I could do it at try outs. My mistake, but we were put on a waiting list and he was allowed to try out. He did awesome. His fielding at short stop, where they hit him a few balls, was beautiful. He effortlessly swooped, scooped and threw. He dove on one, got right back up and made his throw. He looked just as great in the outfield. They didn’t have them pitch, and on his turn at bat, the pitches were all in the dirt. We were approached by Feemster, who asked if he wanted to sign on with his friend, so he was reserved. We did this so he wouldn’t have to worry about the waiting list. I think the draft is today, so he’ll hear something shortly.

Sawyer is continuing to work hard at basketball, and finding an acceptable solution with the golf coach to do both sports this fall. He’ll play after school golf two days, at least until tournament begins.

Cooper has his first meet of the year this week. At a parents meeting very nice things were said about him by the boy in the #1 position. He continues to work on the wood seats for the stone benches around the fire pit. Miller helped with the stain, and Sawyer helped with the cutting of the boards. I helped mow the grass around them with the mower.

Hopefully Hunter writes about his adventures. They're funny.

Tanner started BYU Law School this week. He had some posts on Instagram, but they've disappeared. He had a stack of reading this weekend, and Nora is a BIG distraction.

I got stuck on the highway tonight, for two hours, and got home late. Know of my love for you. Keep us updated and informed. We love your news, and your spirit.

Mom

BYU Law School

Starts on Monday!

Balancing Breyer

Storm Spectacle

College Correspondent

The Circle of Life –

"Nothing quells ambition like biscuits and gravy. As I type this barely awake lying in bed. At 6:45. Ah yes, biscuits and gravy." That was the extent of my letter two weeks ago. For the record, that was my first time making biscuits and they turned out absolutely delicious.

Now to attempt to retrace the last three weeks in a succinct manner:

WORK

I applied to three places. And I've been hired on at all three. I'll be working football games again in the fall, but this time as a supervisor. Doesn't get much easier than that.

I applied, at the kind bequest of Tanner, to Canopy tax. Turns out there was a bunch of people who also applied, and while I did try to do my part (killing the in-person interview) I am grateful for Tanner's work and example. He is widely known and highly looked upon, making everything so much easier for me there. So far the work has been good. I'm putting in 40 hours a week until school starts when I'll cut it down to 20. I'm a fan of the product, software for tax practitioners, have loved learning about the field and have been highly impressed with the CEO, Kurt Avarell, and his vision and goodness.

Plus there is a putting green inside, and free lunch and breakfast. The food has been a lot better than I expected, and has since drastically curbed my cooking.

That said, I do struggle at times. Its hard to respect your boss when he shows up habitually in joggers and skinny jeans. (not the CEO). And the fact that while I do appreciate the tax software, I'm still a Luddite working for a tech company. And when one co-worker remarked that "I don't even know how to write on paper anymore" I felt almost nauseous. And finally, I admit that since day one, I've been hearing good ol' Tennessee Ernie Ford singing "I sold my soul to the company store" in my head.

My last job is my favorite. I was hired on at Northwestern Mutual. I thank all those who helped me by letting me conduct some interviews and get a feel for talking with clients about financial issues. After onboarding last Thursday, I was told I needed to pass the Utah Life and Health Insurance exam to become licensed. NM pays for the test, test prep, and fingerprinting which comes to over $200. Important to know, NM doesn't officially contract and pay you until you are licensed, so I decided to forgo the 5 week study course, and signed up to take the test in a week. On Monday, I started to look at the material and realized this would be a LOT harder than I thought. For those three days, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I studied longer and harder than I ever have in my life, putting in 3-4 hours a day after work. On Thursday, after becoming lost, I miraculously made it to the testing center with two minutes to spare, went in and passed. Lots of tender mercies all around. So I am now officially licensed as a Life and Health Insurance agent. And can collect the $100 a week NM pays for a one hour training every Monday. Oh yeah. Plus, I learned a lot and have been fascinated by the field. I've long felt that insurance companies are like secret combinations and have wreaked havoc upon society, and its been very informative to learn more, and while I still hold to that, I will except life insurance from the other insidious forms of insurance. I'm a believer. (Given the right circumstances)

DATING

Lydia and I went out again last Wednesday. It was a delightful time at an escape room, themed "Ticket to Ride" and afterwords ice cream at Roll-with-It creamery. The escape room was way easier than I imagined, and I was a little disappointed as it seemed to be more "guess and check" and random puzzles instead of having a logical sequence and being related to the actual train ride story we were involved with.

After dropping her off at her house, Lydia let me know, kindly, that she wasn't interested in continuing our dates. Thus, an episode has ended. Nevertheless, I am very grateful for what has transpired, especially for what I've learned. And I believe I'm a better person because of that. One scripture that has really struck me recently is D+C 78:19.

"And he who receiveth all things with thankfullness shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred fold, yea more."

And so, that night, while it was hard  as it was not my will, I was able to kneel and thank my Father in Heaven for being single and for the growth opportunities. Which made me feel good. As did passing a week playing golf, looking through rolls upon rolls of nickels, and watching Red Sox games.

But now, I shall again venture into the harsh wilderness, seeking the Promised Land. On Wednesday I'll be going out with Avery Harker, and have been set up with Avery Campbell and Brooke Ferrin.

CHURCH

The Elders Quorum has kept me sane; there is always lots of work to do. Friday was move-in day for the new residents, and I went with the RSP, Kara Ladle to every apt. in our ward meeting new people and seeing if they needed any help. Today in church it was wonderful to see a high attendance and feel the new energy. Great things are happening here. I taught EQ today and we had a very candid discussion as a quorum about what we would like to see in this upcoming year. Carson Buttars was called as our secretary today. Also, I again played the organ, and have been complimented on how much my playing has improved in the last 8 months. Its good to see the improvement, even though there is still a LONG way to go. One day i'll be able to actually count the beats right.

MISCELLANEOUS

The Tuesday before last, I went with Derek, and we climbed Mount Timpanogos. It was sort of spur of the moment, and turned out to be much harder than I anticipated. Which made it that much more satisfying. We ascended in just under four hours, making really good time, and enjoying the beautiful scenery. We loved the wildflowers, saw snow, and watched mountain gates five feet from us eat.

For the final ascent though, I started cramping really bad on my thighs and slowed us down. We enjoyed half an hour on the peak meeting the other climbers (including one guy who climbed it for the 989 time that day!) and partaking of a packed lunch.

The descent was TORTUROUS. The sun was beating, we were tired, and it took way longer than I thought. I expected to descend in 90 minutes, but it was a laborious 3.5 hours before we made it to our car. That said, it felt really good to push myself and do something hard.

Friday was the sealing and reception for Stephen Welch.  It was wonderful to see him and his family after 4+ years.

Saturday August 11th, I rounded out a foursome and enjoyed one of the most memorable golf outings of my life. My friend Brian Crane was visiting from Idaho and he invited me to go with his mission pal Kyle Rushton. They also invited their mission president and former counselor in the Young Men's General Presidency, Michael Neider. Needless to say, that was my first time golfing with a former general authority. We had a blast, with lots of laughs, and good stories. He recounted meetings with prophets and speaking at General Conference. I also played my best golf of the summer and just torching drive after drive and making every putt. We played Crater Springs in Midway, and were nestled in the mountains and Pres. Neider took us to lunch at the "Back 40" in Heber, and left with a promise to set me up with some amazing young women. A day I'll never forget.

I visited the dentist, and per usual talked with the person doing the cleaning. Who all to quickly volunteered that she is usually at the desk and was just helping because they were a little shorthanded. Before she began, she offered to give me laughing gas, to which I laughed thinking it was a joke. It wasn't. With m confidence at new lows, I declined, and confirmed that this was just a cleaning. I made it out, and don't have any cavities. And didn't swallow any screwdrivers. Hearing about Mom's ordeal has scared me  further and made me question (further) the competency of some practicing dentists and their assistants. For three years now, I have not had a single nightmare that didn't center around teeth.

On Friday, I learned of the death of another classmate, Michael Jalin. We've now had three die, one being murdered over drugs, and two dying in vehicular crashes. Each time I am reminded that life doesn't end at the grave and that we are so much more than a name on an engraved tombstone. Michael attended seminary a few times, and I was glad for the chance to know him. I'm so thankful for the gospel of Jesus Christ which allows relationships to be eternal, and  provides meaning to our lives.

Where I Come From

Born in the great state of Massachusetts, historical, unique, while all being peaceful.

Flying around like a heroic fighter pilot on my dad’s well built shoulders,
Crawling through tunnels built from mountainous piles of snow; Massachusetts was not at all easy to let go.

I started a new adventure in the heroic state of Texas,
Cowboys, Indians, filled the imagination.
Too young to know what was going on at home, I spent my days rounding up outlaws with my dog, Ranger,
Most of the time riding him like a bucking bronco.
I come from the place where we filled empty canoes with water just to escape the heat.
Climbing, jumping, getting injured was all a part of a normal day,
Yet always being cleaned up in time for the freshly cooked meals that left the house with the smell of smoked chicken.

Leaving Hutto left us starting a new journey in Ohio,
Mountains and streams thriving in abundance
Slipping and sliding on the soft, wet grass,
Trying to hit one more home run before the dark rainstorms hit once again.
In the summer, the river became the afternoon delight,
Although not clear,
The murky water sent shivers from your toes to your ears.
I come from the place where stories of catfish larger than cars haunt the kids still laughing and splashing water down by the river.

Settling down once again in the Great, Majestic state of Texas,
We looked forward to the taste of freshly cooked brisket
With the juices slowly melting away from the meat
and the pleasant, peaceful days of fall
When the quiet wind blows in your hair while you relax outside.

Where I come from God and family are most important,
Allowing happiness, laughter, and peace to be found at our home.
Although scuffles are destined to happen,
We were taught to be peacemakers which quickly stops fights
Allowing each other to recognize the wrongs we had made.

Where I come from, six brothers worked together to help each other
While the little sister watched as we all slowly grew up.
Once seven in the house,
The boys left one by one,
Slowly walking onto the worn driveway just to step inside the famous Schene-wagon.
Only 4 now remained in the peaceful abode.

Where I come from,
family always returns to greet their family with embracing hugs and joyous laughter.
Playing games all night while dreading the morning when the elder siblings pack tightly into a car and return to the busy, ongoing airport.

I come from the place where we were taught to live life happily
Enjoying all that we are blessed with.
Taught to live life without any regrets in order to bring others happiness.
Taught to become a good husband that is always home when needed.
Taught to one day become a loving dad who wraps his arms around his children.
Where I come from, we believe in changing the world by bringing happiness to the lives around us.

First Day of School - Granbury's Greatest

Breyer - 2nd

Miller - 5th

Sawyer - 9th

Cooper - 12th

Letter #52

Another week, everyone more rushed than the last, but we'll try to throw all the juice in.

So, I was transfered to beautiful Paulínia, São Paulo. I am opening a new area with Elder Jesus (hence the subject line, neh). He's from São Paulo capitol and arrived in the mission last week.

Well, other than that, we've been hitting the grind harder than ever. The hardest part about opening an area is that youhave nothing, know no one, and that means you pretty much stay in the street all day, just trying to talk to one person.

Saturday night, I was feeling a little rough, we had only been able to teach one time the whole week and I was like, hey Jesus (talking to my companion) what we gonna do, we're not gonna have anyone at church, how can we get at least one?

And Jesus, in his infinitely wise words, was like, let's leave it to the big guy, we've done our part this week.

So I was like, chill

And on Sunday, we had a record seven people at church, just random people or people that listened to us for 30 seconds on the street.

So, I feel like I like working with Jesus (and I like working with my companion as well) and it's always good to know that He's here walking by my side (and now both sides right) and that He participates in His work on the Earth.

Love you guys, I'll try to take a picture of Elder Jesus, he's a good looking guy.

Love,

Elder Peter

I’m caught up on all the blog posting and this week’s letter to Porter.  This will be a transfer he has waited for, but been valiant in for some time.  His Mission President has placed great trust in Elder Schenewark, and knew the situation prior to asking him to fulfill this exact assignment.  I told him in a note last week his next Ward would likely contain the Mission President, Temple President and Stake President and be an overactive Ward.  All will be well, he is a faithful Elder in Israel.  Bro. Bach

With All My Love

Elder Schenewark,

This weekly epistle comes from Dad's library desk, rather than the confines of work, as it's been a rough week. But all is well that ends well, and I'm hoping this week is ready to be put on the historical shelf to read later.

I went into the dentist to have an impression made of my mouth for a crown to be made. I lost a back bottom molar last year, after extensive work, surgery, and crown, but had a post put in when it was pulled. This week's appointment was ten minutes. Unscrew the post cap, take the impression, and screw the cap back on until the crown comes in.

Shows screw driver she used the second time around with dental floss wrapped around base

The dentist, in the middle of screwing off the cap, flipped the mini screwdriver mid screw, into my mouth, where it pinged and landed on my airway. It's stainless steel and heavy, and blocked off my airway. Dislodging a crumb or two, or liquid is way different than heavy metal. It wouldn't move. As I was starting to lose consciousness and feeling the first flutters of panic, I knew I didn't want to die at the dentist. Reflexively I swallowed it.

X-ray showing driver in stomach

I won't bore you with the rest of the details, but I ended up going to the emergency room in Fort Worth, from Weatherford, and having it removed. The GI doctor put me out, inserted a protective tube down my throat, and retrieved the screw drive before it left my stomach. Otherwise it would have been a major surgery with bowel section.

Gastro pictures from camera

Last one shows injuries around esophagus edges

I was back in the hospital last night, due to a fever, and infection, and after a round of IV antibiotics, chose to come home. Hopefully this will be the end of the unexpected adventure. Bro. Counts let us descend upon him unannounced, for a blessing last night, and his wife provided dinner today.

I know I went to the wrong hospital for the right reason: The GI team, when they were finally alerted by the ER, had me in a gown, inserted an IV, capped my hair, drew my blood, asked their questions, and had me out in under 10 minutes. They understood the need of getting it out quickly before the driver left my stomach. I'm so grateful for their quick response, and look upon this as a great mission blessing.

Your two girls going to church today

I know you're in a rough, rough area of Brazil, perhaps serving with a difficult companion, and working with members who have a different vision. Reading 2nd Chronicles 32:7-8 brought your mother much comfort today, "Be strong and courageous, be not afraid nor dismayed: for there be more with us than with [them]...with us is the Lord our God to help us, and to fight our battles." Oh how I could love to be there fighting side by side with you in your battles. But since I can't, my second will. Turn to the Lord.

After three days of school, this will really be the first week of school. No one has had homework yet. Or seminary. Breyer's main concern is what she wears to school. We start the day before. Miller's started putting a wedge in his hair, like Hunter. And the most important accessory on Sunday is which watch to wear. He has baseball tryouts this week.

Sawyer was told by Coach B that with a lot of hard work this fall, he would be playing on the Varsity team. You prepared him well. He's so excited. There's one other classmate given the honor.

Hannah's wedding in the Hartford Connecticut Temple and reception were last night - Kelly did an amazing job on the gym with her decorations. I've posted lots of fun pictures I found on Instagram.

Stephen Welch was married Friday in the Provo City Center Temple. Tanner went to the sealing and Hunter went to the reception. You'd think they were related.

Groundbreaking was Saturday for the new Hutto chapel!

Just as sample of daily problems we have to solve!

Be good. Stay safe. Endure to the end.

Love,

Mom

I normally don't post live on Facebook, but family members needed the hospital in a quick way. Thank you all so much for your concern. I'm home. The foreign object is no longer in a foreign country. I'm grateful to be alive. Hug all your near and dear ones. Life is too short and unpredictable to let hugs go by. It was a close call, as it almost made it down my windpipe instead. Having a few scratches in my esophagus is a good trade. Accidental, of course, but why the ratchet implement wasn't attached for the procedure, is a concern I won't comment further on. Go get those hugs, and know I'm grateful for all your love and concern. Please don't call. I can't speak yet

We feel so bad for you, but are so relieved they got the screwdriver out with minimal damage to your body.  It took me a few minutes to realize just what was going on while Sis. B. was talking with you late yesterday.  I walked in the door from Church and didn’t even recognize your voice.  When Sis. B. said it was Mom, I had to ask which one.  Looking at this x-ray just makes me think about your hurt, pain and uncertainty.  The emotions of not being able to breath, slowly loosing consciousness, but being aware enough to know this could be the end must have been so traumatic.  We pray each day for Porter by name, but know, you are now on that list also.  It may be selfish, but we love you and your family to much to be without you this soon.  Give us another 40 years, then we all can talk about when to take the next step in our eternal lives.  Bro. Bach

Hannah Hutchins and Her Wedding Hurrah

Shout Outs to Sawyer Making the High School Golf Team!

Second Grade Sweetie

Letter #51

Sorry to end with that cliffhanger last week, but we're back to talk about laxatives and S.W.A.T. style door kicks.

So, one of our dear investigators, a chubby, middle-aged man by the name of Everson, has a son, a chubby, young-aged man by the name of João. This snazzy four year old gent was having a little bit of trouble making the browns come out of the back end. So, his caring father asked us to give him a blessing, right at the end of our visit. Be careful what you wish for.

As we were leaving, we heard a little shout.
"What's the smell??"
I took off walking fast.
"Why is there so much???"
I'm in a slow jog at his point
"Oh,  oh my, how can we clean that all up??"
Full sprint, hit the corner, don't look back

Also, this lovely lady in the branch decided, one fateful Sunday, to lock the door to the room she was in because the door kept opening. Well, the door, because of a past argument the two had had, decided it wasn't gonna open anymore.

And it didn't. Even when I stripped off that door handle, and got the lock to open, it had wedged itself soo tight that it wasn't going to budge. So it didn't.
After about forty minutes, President Carlos got a little tired of the drama and called me over. Elder, have you ever seen Mission Impossible??
A couple of times, why?
You think you can do that whole door kick thang?
I can give it a shot

Let's just say that we made it home in time for lunch.

And lastly, we had a mission tour. Elder Perrela of the Seventy came and made a little visit.
Great visit, lots of great thoughts.

The bus ride back, not so much.

We get in the station, little surprise for me, it's that luxury comfort (refrigerated, it's like more than air conditioned). (but, it also means that the windows don't open, which plays part).

I step in, nice looking bus, but everyone has a shirt or sweater over their mouth. I'm all like why, what's up here??

Take about three, four steps forward right, and then it hits me. Someone thought it was a good idea to conserve water and took a small deposit on top of another one. And then it wouldn't go down. So, it stayed there.

I slept well, won't lie. But my companion, well he's a yawner and that doesn't go so well with what was in the back of the bus.

So, lesson learned, always flush the first time.

And that's where we'll end today, got to pack the bags to leave

Swag money

Love,



Elder Sleeps with mouth open

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Good morning! I still haven’t had a chance to listen to your pod cast. When I’ve been home, the computer has been missing or occupied. Thank you for thinking of us so consistently. The boys cherish your letters. Cooper has at least a two page missile that I haven’t received, but will be forthcoming.

Cooper was hired to take care of a yard and pool while the owners are on vacation. We’ve been enjoying the pool. I snapped a few photos for your enjoyment. Your brothers all worked on diving since no one was around, and it was deep enough. They were going to show off at the Smiths, who were hosting a stake swim activity last night, but it was cancelled due to the weather. We’ve finally received a bit of rain! California, which now has their largest fire ever recorded, needs it. Utah is getting all their smoke, and Tanner said the air quality is so poor everyone was asked to stay indoors.

Cooper had a driver’s license exam scheduled on Friday, and arrived 30 minutes early. Unknown to he and Dad, they were supposed to have been here an hour early, so had to reschedule to Monday. Painful! I did finish registering the van for Hunter, and got the plates in the mail. It’s official. We own four vehicles. We’ve let Abbie in Utah know she can use the van when she needs it. It’s so helpful to have access to a vehicle when you don’t have one! You’ll enjoy using it upon your return as well. Cooper was also registered for his second shot at the ACT in September.

Cooper’s tennis team had their first pre season match in McAllen. He won his singles match 8-6, as well as his doubles, which was the last game of the meet, and gave his tied team the win. He’s ranked 2nd overall for Granbury.  Cooper also mowed the lawn of a paraplegic, and will be working on staining the wood benches for the fire pit. He also joined Dad in a move yesterday morning

Thursday Sawyer went to golf try outs at the smaller DeCordova golf course. There were about four non freshmen who were sent on their way to hole 1, while the eight or so freshmen remained on the tee. They putted for a few minutes while the coach made the rounds with the players, then they chipped, while he spoke with the parents. Due to incoming weather, he had them go to the ninth hole, hoping to at least hit off nine, eight and seven, but the lightning began, so he was done. The coach is very pleasant. He’s a PE teacher, thought he had heard of your name, but wasn’t too sure. Either way, he was very impressed with Sawyer. You could tell by the way he watched him, and used him to start off his requests. Sawyer has a confident, imposing athletic presence that was visible to at least me and the coach. The coach is very willing to work with Breazeale in regards to taking into consideration basketball practices. They play every day after school at courses all over Granbury, including the one by us, one at Hidden Oaks, and two at DeCordova. Golf is not possible during the spring if Sawyer chooses to play baseball, but we’ll give the fall season a go.

Even though my boys have never had private lessons, their efforts to practice at home, and with each other, are contributing factors to all the success they’ve enjoyed and will continue to enjoy in sports.

I took Sawyer and Miller to the driving range Monday and Saturday, and once with just Miller and Breyer on Wednesday while everyone else was on a boat for young mens. The golf course was hosting their weekly tournament, and everyone stopped to watch and gawk at Miller. His chips were picture perfect, and the three balls he would chip always landed within inches of each other. I didn’t know if I should be uncomfortable for him because they were in awe, or because he was so young, or both, but he finally caved under pressure and chose to leave.

Sawyer has decided to do his eagle scout project for Acton Middle School and will be working with science teacher Scott Carpenter on his outdoor lab area. He’s supposed to be working on the papers today ;-) Yesterday Sawyer and Miller were asked to go with Mr. Hughes, a neighbor in Bentwater, and his two boys, to a basketball clinic in Fort Worth. They liked it. They learned a bit with the drills. The team tried to recruit Sawyer for their team. Sawyer also was invited by a friend to assist at a school in classroom preparations.

Back to school night for Breyer and Miller is tomorrow. She’s very excited to find out who her teacher might be. Miller as well, but we still don’t say the “S” word when he’s around. He’s been reading the Harry Potter books, and is on the fourth, hoping to take the AR test to earn points when he goes back.

Breyer and I got up early yesterday morning to go school supply shopping. We beat the crowds, and didn’t get out of the house until 9 a.m. We only had to get one thing at a 2nd store to finish. We also purchased items to use to make lunches for school.

In the talk, “Ministering as the Savior Does”, Sis. Bingham says, “What a wonderful blessing to live in a time of continual revelation from God! As we look forward to and embrace the “restitution of all things,” which has and will come through the prophesied events of our time, we are being prepared for the Savior’s Second Coming. And what better way to prepare to meet Him than to strive to become like Him through lovingly ministering to one another!

“Simple acts of service can have profound effects on others—as well as on ourselves. What did the Savior do? He smiled at, talked with, walked with, listened to, made time for, encouraged, taught, fed, and forgave. He served family and friends, neighbors and strangers alike, and He invited acquaintances and loved ones to enjoy the rich blessings of His gospel. Those “simple” acts of service and love provide a template for our ministering today.  As you have the privilege to represent the Savior in your ministering efforts, ask yourself, “How can I share the light of the gospel with this individual or family? What is the Spirit inspiring me to do?”

We'll have to think about how we can serve our neighbors, especially in light of the fire last week. Dad, in order to be more prepared, bought a quality hose and nozzle, to fight future fires.

May your week be ever bright!

We love you,

Mom

Letter #50

The One Time I Serena Williamsed A Bus

Don't be too confused by the title, it's a lot more confusing than it sounds. To start, let's just get started. We, Elder Alardin and I, went to Campinas to do something with his Visa. Then, we had to wait like four hours for the bus. So, we waited in the mission office (@G). And then we ran to the bus station, getting there well before the bus was supposed to leave, to buy tickets and stuff, right?
Wrong.

"I'd like to buy a ticket to Itajubá, 5:30."
-Bus has already left
"But it's not even 5:30 yet? Can I buy one and then if you were right, I'll trade tickets."
-Nope, you're a loser, go sleep in Ouro Fino
"Fine, give me the 6:50 to Ouro Fino."

So, then I took the escalator down to the buses, just in time to see the bus to Itajubá role IN.

"Can I buy a ticket real quick, the lady wouldn' sell me one, she said it had already taken off?"
-Nope
"Why?"
-Because well, I don't want too
"I hate everybody who works for this company, you know that"

So, we catch the bus to Ouro Fino, aqbout half way.
Two hours into the trip, the bus runs out of gas. GARDENIA BUS COMPANY, you are the worst.

-Who wants to help give the bus a push??? How 'bout you in the white shirt, let's give this bus a push brudda...
"Don't call me your brother, I don't like you, but service is service."

So, I, and my new friend Otâvio, take my position behind the bus, in the rain. 3,2,1 go
Hnngh (the pushing sound, right)
Nothing
"Hey pal, tell him to take the parking brake off? Thnks."

3,2,1, I was imagining ever Christopher Nolan movie ever. Where the protagonist (I like to think of myself as a protagonist) tries, fails, tries again yelling really hard and gets the job done. I almost choked laughing so hard. My boy Otavio looked at me for a sec, the started laughing too, even more when I explained why.

3,2,1, I couldn't help myself, I gave a Ben Affleck worthy yell and we both died again.
The second bus dude wasn't too happy with us, but whatevs' right?

So, we get the bus rolling into the station in Jacutinga, thankfully it was like 200 meters without hills, not terrible. We get there, the bus driver gave us an unmotivating speech about how if we wanted, the company would pay for us to stay in a hotel in the city. Our choices, the Gandhi hotel of the Son of Gandhi hotel.

YEAH RIGHT, like I was staying in the Gandhi hotel, I've seen that movie, he dies in the end. And Son of Gandhi, that's like saying you're going to watch King Kong and going to see Son of Kong, not gonna happen.

But, if you want, I'll also continue on to Ouro Fino, and you guys can come with.
So I had to motivate the crowd a little bit
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
But there's no way I'll stay in this city,
I ride the bus with you, start the bus son.
He didn't like it, or it might not have translated it.

And I have two more stories, but no more time. So, I'll save them.

Just know that they involve laxatives and kicking down doors.

Until next week,

Love



Elder Tony Robbins

With All My Love

Dear Elder Schenewark,

Good morning to your happy self from the land of crunchy grass, low lake levels, water conservation, and dry wells. We are desperately in need of rain over here – care to share? There is one subdivision in the ward boundaries whose occupants were notified of having only six inches of water left in their well.

And speaking of dry conditions, we had a juvenile neighbor across the street who was trying out his firework collection, and because it was scaring his dog, went across the street to the ditch beside our house. Between the fireworks and his lighter, he caught the grass on fire. Your father is backing down the driveway to go pick up Sawyer from a basketball practice, sees the fire coming towards the house, and goes into action. While on the run he tells Cooper to get water. Cooper thought of Joe, who has a water tank on the back of his truck for his pest control business. Jarrod ran in the house, grabs our kitchen fire extinguisher, and pulling the pin on the fly, begins to attack the front line, while Cooper's helping with water in a bucket until Joe gets his truck out.. The boy’s mother had called 911, and she brought out her kitchen fire extinguisher to be helpful. Another neighbor tried to use a hose, but it didn’t reach. One lady brought out a half bucket of water. And then Joe arrived.

There were a few circumstances we consider miraculous in reflection, as it could have been so much worse. There was no wind. The field had been recently mowed. Jarrod was not inside the house. And our neighbor had a mobile water source. This will definitely be one of those mission blessings. Thank you for your service. The 40 x 40 foot fire has brought us closer together as neighbors, caused us to think about being better prepared to combat fire, such as having a hose!, and initiated talk in our family of similar circumstances and how to respond. Our neighbor brought over a replacement extinguisher for us, which is much appreciated.

Dad and I took Sawyer to his basketball game. It was fun watching him play, as it’s been a while since I’ve gone. It reminded me too much of basketball season and kids in school. I guess I’m not ready for summer to be over. His team was in triple overtime when his contact was knocked out by a stray finger, so he sat the rest of the game. He made the tying basket on a tip in of a teammate’s shot, blocked their attempt at pulling ahead, and then sat to watch them lose by one basket.

Your individual pod casts have caused some excitement in your younger siblings, as your individual letters. The van was registered this week, and Cooper’s paperwork verified to be in order for his driver license appointment next Friday. So close! We even took the van out for an errand, and I’m wondering how Hunter got it to pass inspection. There is no horn, and there are cracks all over the windshield. But I’m not complaining this year.

Cooper had his second week of try outs. He played close to twenty matches and only lost three. He definitely still prefers doubles, but those matches were all singles. He came home darker, leaner, and more tired.

Sawyer will try out this week for golf. I took him to the country club once, and the driving range twice this weekend. It’s too hot to golf! He and Miller came home browner ;-)

We spent one afternoon in the Aiello’s pool, and I do believe I came home redder.

Sawyer and Cooper are still visiting the orthodontics. I’m trying to get Miller to wiggle his last two teeth out so he can begin while we both have dental insurance.

Breyer tested out of level 1 and is now in level 2 gymnastics, which just means a different class, day and time. She uses the large living room to practice, as well as the neighbor’s trampoline, and is actually very good.

Dad is still working on his tenure portfolio for this fall, as well as his summer classes.

And there are weddings galore. Hannah is marrying a return missionary convert that reminds of your father, next week in the new Hartford, CT temple. And she's a great artist. Greg is marrying in September in the Provo City Center. Stephen Welch in the same temple next week. AnneMarie's sister Jessica yesterday, as well as Madelyn Duncan in Hawaii, and her sister Emily last month in California.

And for my thought of the day. Elder Uchtdorf, in his last Sunday afternoon General Conference address, spoke of the Savior standing before the Roman prefect of Judea, Pontius Pilate, just a few hours before the Savior’s death.

After interrogating his prisoner, Pilate announced, “I find in him no fault at all.” In one final effort to satisfy the mob, Pilate ordered his men to scourge Jesus. This they did, leaving Him bloodied and bruised. They mocked Him, placed a crown of thorns on His head, and clothed Him in a purple robe.

Perhaps Pilate thought this would satisfy the mob’s lust for blood. Perhaps they would take pity on the man. “Behold, I bring him forth to you,” Pilate said, “that ye may know that I find no fault in him. … Behold the man!”

The Son of God stood in the flesh before the people of Jerusalem. They could see Jesus, but they did not truly behold Him. They did not have eyes to see.

Elder Uchtdorf says, “In a figurative sense, we too are invited to “behold the man.” Opinions about Him vary in the world. Ancient and modern prophets testify that He is the Son of God. I do this too. It is significant and important that we each come to know for ourselves. So, when you ponder the life and ministry of Jesus Christ, what do you see? Those who find a way to truly behold the Man find the doorway to life’s greatest joys and the balm to life’s most demanding despairs.”

You are one who leads others to this door.

“So, when you are encompassed by sorrows and grief, behold the Man. When you feel lost or forgotten, behold the Man. When you are despairing, deserted, doubting, damaged, or defeated, behold the Man.

When we truly behold the Man, we learn of Him and seek to align our lives with Him. We repent and strive to refine our natures and daily grow a little closer to Him. We trust Him. We show our love for Him by keeping His commandments and by living up to our sacred covenants.

In other words, we become His disciples.”

When this week becomes difficult, remember you are his disciple as well as missionary.

And we love you.

Mom

Love My Family

I always want to remember this stage of Nora’s life: crawling everywhere, constantly climbing to stand, waving at people, grabbing my face with her chubby hands to give me an open mouth kiss, and her scrunched-nose smile. She is 8 months, has 5 teeth, has been to 11 states, and could probably be Rapunzel for Halloween with how fast her hair has grown. I love you baby girl! Thanks for making me a mom❤️❤️❤️

AnneMarie