.     So we made it through the week with six days of moving missionaries to and from the Ferry and the Airport. It's a rigorous week. We sent 9 missionaries home after their faithful service. We collected 12 new missionaries to begin their mission adventure & we transferred the regular missionaries to their new areas. And interesting note is that the returning missionaries bags are torn, duct tapped, missing a wheel or a handle. The new missionaries arrive with fancy new bags , zippers, wheels and everything neat & intact. And with the look of a "deer in the headlights ". We had 2:00 am, 3:00 am , 4:00 am and 6:00 am  trips to the airport, along with morning & afternoon & evening runs.. We were finishing our last transport around 11:00 pm at night. This time I had to drive one of the vans full of missionaries. The driving here is about ten times worse than driving in Salt Lake. I was transporting to the ferry and we had to go through the George Massey tunnel. It's very busy, very long, and very dark. As we were about to enter the tunnel I told the missionaries : "I'm scared of tunnels so I just close my eyes ". They all started praying.
      Besides all the transporting we prepared the meal for 30 on Wednesday evening. (After only 2 hours of sleep ). That included the incoming missionaries, the office staff , the President & his wife. It was pretty stressful but went fine , I guess.
        We had an assignment from the Bishop to drive the mission van to a neighboring city to take members to the new Self-Reliance workshops. We just get assignments added on every week. I think we will need to sleep for a month when we get home. We are constantly running.
  Speaking of running.....I was running in the rain no less on Wednesday afternoon. One of the office ladies was with me but she wasn't running. Hmmm. Anyway I ended up doing the "mandatory splits " on the cement. Now, I was never a cheerleader for a reason. Needless to say, it was not a pretty sight. Doing the splits is not a normal activity for a 65 year old grandma. I may never be the same.
      We were invited to a birthday party with the new convert lady from Iraq. Her son turned five. It was fun. Fun party but the best was we met a lady from Zimbabwe Africa. We have a return appointment to teach her the gospel. We are so excited.
      We are still out knocking doors trying to find the hidden less active members and invite them to come back. Those visits can be very interestering. Sometimes people are so nice to us and lie about coming back and others are mean. Never- the -less, we keep on trying.
      Yesterday, the mission presidents' wife took me shopping. She took me to the most amazing fabric store that I'm sure is the only one like it on earth. They had fabrics from all over the world. My mind was just racing. I put so many bolts of fabric in our cart that it tipped over and spilled them all on the floor. Sister Burt is a first class beautiful person. I was suprised to learn she was a seamstress and a tailor. She said it was a "gift" she was born with. How did I get in the wrong line to miss that one in Heaven ? I can sew but it's certainly not a gift, it's hard work for me. After we bought our most unusual beautiful fabric, she took me to her house and taught me how to make the most fantastic skirt. I am still in shock today. I just hope I can find some time to sew while I still remember what she taught me. So so fun ! While I was gone with Sister Burt, Stan cleaned the house. It was P-Day after all.
    Our dear office friends went with us to the temple on Friday. We were able to do 30 Inatitories & sealings of names Jack and I found  while we were in Hope. Jack is such a sweet man and dear friend. The temple is such a blessing. It will be great that the Idaho Falls temple will be re-opened when we come home.
     This week, our beautiful granddaughter, Megan is getting married in the temple to her sweetheart. We are sad we will miss this awesome event. We have also missed four of our little eight year old grandchildren's baptisms which makes this grandma sad. But they know where we are and that the Lord has always come first in our lives. It's ok.
    I just finished the laundry a day late. We have had to resort to buying new clothes because we can't find the time to get the laundry done. I really don't mind. Ha ! Stan is pacing the floor so we need to get out finding more people. Pray for us that the people will open their doors and their hearts to the blessings that await them.
     We love you all.
     We feel the urgency of time.
     Love, Elder & Sister Fisher

We love our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. That knowledge is essential to the plan of Salvation. We have no clue how blessed we are to be members of the church. Keep the faith, keep your testimonies strong.