Our second phone call with Elder Anderson came on Mother's Day. He told us he would be calling at 8:00 pm our time. Our excitement crescendoed as the time approached, but we were disappointed when 8:00 came and went, then 9:00, then 10:00 pm. Around 11:00 pm, I started to panic a little bit as I had visions of a car accident, or something worse, happening to the elders as they were going to the internet cafe. I wasn't sure what to do other than pray for comfort.
Finally, at around midnight, Luke made contact with us. The internet on the entire island had gone out that day. We woke up all of the kids and gathered around the computer anticipating the call. Our connection this time, as opposed to Christmastime, was much clearer. It was so good to hear his voice and see his face. We had a great chat for nearly an hour and a half. As the time came to say goodbye, the internet cut out again. I counted that as a tender mercy. I've realized that the goodbyes are always bittersweet. It was easier to just have the internet hang up on us all.
Talking with Luke was such a blessing. It was apparent from his stories, his mannerisms, and his spirit that he has given himself to the work and is growing in ways that only the Lord can help him grow. I am so grateful to be a part of his life and this experience.