SuperBike and I have a new gig. The Pedalling Performers are taking over the streets of Chicago! The other night, on our way home, I began to sing the strange and random rhymes that came to my mind. Put them to song, right? Makes sense. As I'm singing, I hear backup. In spanish. With a slur. Maybe it's not my companion. Nope. Definitely a drunk man. on a bike. Beer in hand. This is a show we should take on the road (literally). Except, that's not really my priority right now. Maybe someday after the mission.
It worked for a moment, though. I've never heard my companion laugh so genuinely. Or for so long. I seem to make the greatest friends.
I was asked out by a SOBER man the other day - the first time that's happened here. He was quite persistent. However, he (obviously) wasn't the greatest listener - meaning, it would be a bad date even if it happened. Don't worry, it won't.
Yesterday marked six months for Hermana Hoer!!! Can you believe that? Time has flown by. It is such a blessing to be able to look back and see the things I've learned and the ways in which I've grown in these past months. So many wonderful experiences have marked this time. Thank you all for your prayers and your letters. They keep me going. I am sure of it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
In Church this past Sunday, I heard something that I thought was one of the best pieces of advice ever:
Learn to love your parents. Love them more everyday.
We all have so much to learn from one another. Our parents in particular. They have stories we've never heard. Just think of what you are doing right now - regardless of age or stage in life - and think of how neat it would be to share what you're learning and experiencing with generations to come! Well, if you have the opportunity, ask your parents to share their experiences. Ask them to share their stories. Learn from them. I think we would all be surprised at how much more we can love and learn from our parents and grandparents.
It got me to thinking about my parents. I don't even know where to start. Being away has made me feel closer to them somehow. I have more respect for my dad, having also been a missionary. I recognize with more clarity the impact of my mom's service. I remember both of their stories and lessons in a different light now, as I'm living many of them.
I think part of what I loved about that statement is that love doesn't end. We never stop loving people. Love can always grow. It can always increase. It's a choice to love someone, and to feed that love.
I love you, Mom and Dad!!!!
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