Hallo von Frankfurt: Flight from Sweden

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Flight from Sweden

After a successful meeting in Sweden with Priesthood leaders on the Addiction Recovery Program, we received two invitations one from Finland and one from Denmark. I felt the spirit of the program as Dad presented it and saw the acceptance of leaders. Heavenly Fathers loves his children and has a plan for their recovery from addictive behaviors, through the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ. We invite you to fly from Sweden back to Germany with us. Buckle your seat belt and experienced a bitter cold wind off the East Sea as we took off.

1 comment:

rachel said...: cool grandma looks like your doing alot of fun things i miss you and love you ABBY; March 13, 2009 at 3:13 PM

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Opening the Call

This is where is all began. We are excited to be here in Germany. Books are being printed in German and should be finished in a month. Councils have come together and were very sucessful. Power Points and module training programs are being created. Our days are busy and go very fast, before we know it we've missed lunch. We are expecting proposals to be approved shortly, then watch it fly. We have testimonies of the work we are doing and the help that will be provided for addiction recovery.

Frankfurt Temple

I have had many opportunities to step out of my comfort zone. As eight of the missionary couples met at the Area Pres. home for dinner, Pres. Oak's turned to me and said, "Sister Atkinson, will you offer the prayer for us?" I thought to myself, "Me? In front of a medical doctor, a psychologist, a lawyer, an accountant, two Area Executive Secretaries, two Seventies, you're asking me to pray?" Then all of a sudden, the courage came. I put a smile on my face and said, "Thank you, I would be glad to." The Spirit touched my heart and I prayed beyond my ability. I know now that if I just desire and try, the Lord will make me capable.

Switzerland a Dream Come True

I remember Great Grandma Feller who came from Switzerland. I remember her egg nog and German fritter pancakes. After her husband died at age 36 of tyhoid fever, she raised their 3 sons by herself. As a young child I attended her funeral. The night of her viewing, during a sudden rain storm, I dropped my very own package of juicy fruit gum in the gutter and watched it wash away. I started to cried. Thinking I was crying for Grandma, they showed me her small white slippers and her beautiful white dress. I quit crying because I knew I was looking at an angel. Her father, Christian Feller, spoke only German when they left Switzerland. Their first home was a dirt dugout in the hills near SLC. Their sacrifice has blessed our lives with the gospel.

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