Angels in White Shirts and Ties

Thursday, June 27th proved to be a roller coaster ride of a day. We started the day by trying to take care of some necessary business at the Army base. We needed to get a ration card in order to by groceries. By the way, our cupboards were bare and we really needed to buy groceries. Unfortunately, we hit a few stumbling blocks and it wasn't possible to get groceries until the next day. DOWN!

We came home, changed our clothes and walked to the church for our District meeting. There we met four sets of young missionaries. Two sets of Sisters and Two sets of Elders. They were wonderful and we were happy to join them. UP!

Then the whole meeting was in Korean. Not the Korean we learned, a much faster confusing Korean. DOWN!

But a sweet Sister McKay, a beautiful young missionary acted as our translator and we enjoyed the message and the Spirit of the meeting. UP!


After the meeting we came back to our apartment and  every thing fell apart. We couldn't start our stove, couldn't get to immigration to register as aliens, couldn't set up our internet. No one around us understood what we were trying to say and we certainly didn't understand them. Fred was in fix-it mode, but I was in the pits of discouragement. I poured my heart out in prayer, feeling a little foolish. I told Heavenly Father I knew these were small things and that my discouragement would pass. But we really needed help because we just couldn't do this. A few minutes later a strange bell sounded. Okay, so it was the doorbell. Things even sound different here. Then I noticed the screen on the wall- the one I hadn't paid attention to before. It was lit up with a the picture you see below.


Meet Elder Jo and Elder Kim. This picture is of them standing outside our apartment looking at the security camera. You may see Korean missionaries, but I see angels in white shirts and ties. They came to our rescue. They fixed our stove, took us to immigration and arranged for the Internet technician to come the next day and told us they would be here to translate. We rewarded them with dinner at Costco- their choice. Oh how I love those missionaries. How I love our Heavenly Father who sends help in the form of angels in white shirts and ties.