Sunday, March 20, 2016

Eli and Sarah Ozment, who were you?

Eli and Sarah Ozment, who were you?

March 20, 2016

   Eli and Sarah? Who were you? What made you happy? Each other? What were your fears, your
joys, your sorrows? Were your successes grounded in the birthing and raising of five sons and four daughters in Tennessee in the mid 1800's? Or were they considered a commodity needed to scrape out a living from the ground and surrounding woods? Sarah, I know you were twenty years younger than Eli. Did you love him? Was he good to you?
     I hope someday to meet this family.  I hope the work we are beginning to do in the temple is "taking" on the other side of the veil. I admit I have a narrow view of marriage. And that view is that all marriages can be blessed and happy. That is because I live in a good marriage. I so want this family to have experienced happiness in their mortal existence!
     Ever since we found Sarah Elizabeth Williams in my family lines and completed her work, I have had an itch to find more "Temple Ready" names. After telling my elder again this week that that was my desire, he got on line and found Eli and Sarah. It was too good to be true. It wasn't true. She was too young. He was too old. Could it be true?
    A dear, sweet, elderly sister missionary on the helpline helped my elder work through the process to verify the work. Seems we had struck gold. Let the work begin.....I was baptized and confirmed for Sarah and her daughters - Susan, Clementine, Amanda, and Luvany. My elder did the work for Watson, James, McDonald, Greenberry, and John. We will go back and work through the process for this family.
    This was a good, good week. Our young missionaries are busy, busy spreading the good news of the gospel and, hopefully, we have been busy building bridges and sealing deals on the other side of the  veil for Eli and Sarah and their children because of the good news of that same gospel.

Aren't we all so blessed?? My love,
Sister Seaman

 A Hard Thing

    As this mission thing winds down, it is getting harder and harder to write about something new.  As a matter of fact, it is getting down-right boring, it must be especially to the reader of this blog.  Sister Seaman and I do the same things everyday, day-in and day-out. On top of that, February and March have been real slow for some reason.  It seems like I have been running my tail off for the last 15 months and now, nothing.  I would like to think that it is because we have fixed all the problems (I don't think there were any,) but its not that.  We are finding time to do family search, look at facebook and instagram and read.
     I think I have said this before, though.  I truly love this mission.  I love the missionaries and their varied personalities.  I love the work that we are engaged in.  I love Missouri, except for the traffic lights (they are possessed.)  I love my family, especially my senior companion. I love the Savior.   Leaving the mission field appears to be a hard thing.
    On a different note,  I have wondered when the time comes for the Savior's return, if Independence will look like it does now.  The old part of Independence is tired and run-down.  There are cancerous spots where nothing but drugs and alcohol live.  There is only a handful of areas that have been renovated.  Right around the Temple site, within a few blocks, there are dozens of churches.  All are old and dying, including The Community of Christ (RLDS.)  I wonder if the Lord will want all the old stuff, the churches and the odd-looking (sea-shell) temple near his Temple.  If I were to guess, and it is purely a guess, I would say that somehow its all going to be cleaned up.  I wouldn't want to be here when that happens.  It will be a hard thing for those still here.
     Hard things are going to happen.  Be ready my friends.  Be ready.  I love you all.

Elder Seaman

1 comment:

  1. I am still loving each post. They aren't boring to me. Enjoy these last weeks.