As mentioned before, this past weekend was spent at a family reunion for the Joseph Smith Eggleston family.  At the conclusion of the reunion we went to Lorene's cousin's for dinner and then drove over four hours to get back home to Cedar City.   When we left, we both commented that our Mission Call would probably come while we were up north in Ogden.  It was with great anticipation that I opened our mail box late Sunday night and to my delight there was a large white envelop from the First Presidency addressed to Elder and Sister Walker.  Not to let the cat out of the bag, I threw the rest of the mail on the counter and told Lorene our call wasn't there. (It wasn't a lie, as I had left the envelope in the truck hidden in some towels which were a wedding gift for our granddaughter and her husband.).  We drove over to Cyndie's house and when Lorene unfolded the towels to show Cyndie the embroidered names, the envelope feel out.

After getting hit for withholding the Mission Call and getting our youngest daughter on the phone, Lorene and I opened our call.  Upon reading that we had been called to the Family and Church History Headquarters Mission, Lorene was overcome with tears of joy.  I might have preferred a call somewhere across the Country, but when you are called to serve you go where the Lord wants you to go, to do what He would have you do, and say what He would have you say.  Therefore, at the end of August we leave the comforts of home for an apartment in Salt Lake City for the next eighteen months.