April 9, 2012

Dear Family, I will start off by telling you how much I wish that I could have a normal week. I don´t know why but there is always something that happens, or something that changes to make life interesting. This past week has been one of many awesome experiences. Elder Garcia and I were working double duty to prepare the area for the next transfer. We were not able to visit the Hna Maribel, because she had gone out of town for the whole week. (a holiday that is known as Semana Santa. It is based in the last week in the life of Jesus, but the majority of the people celebrate it drinking and going to the beach. oh well.) On the bright side, we met ANOTHER golden investigator. His name is Jose. He is super cool. Basically he is the recently separated husband of a member. He made a few mistakes, and they separated. He was feeling pretty low, and decided to look for help. He went to a chapel, and talked with the Stake President who in turn called us. We met with Jose later that day. He told us that he felt hollow inside, and drugs, women and money could not fill that gap. You know what the great thing is? We knew what it was that could fill that gap in his life. The gospel! We gave him a blessing, and shared a message with him, and afterwards, he told us that he felt calm, and that he felt better. He did come to church this past Sunday! Woohoo! Oh, and by the way, I had to give another talk in Sacrament Meeting. I don´t know what it is, but the members here really just love hearing the missionaries give talks. And so right now, I am super bummed out, and a little mad at washing machines. It (meaning the dumb washing machine) decided that it was tired of cleaning clothes, and decided that it wanted to get them dirty. Starting with my batch of whites. All of my white clothes are spattered with little brown oil stains. To clean them, I have to soak them in bleach and soap for days, and then take a brush to them for one hour each shirt. ARRRGGGG. Oh well, its life. right? So, I must tell you about the latest event in my life... Transfers. Remember how I just arrived in Mazatlan about 6 weeks ago ( or in other words, 1 transfer). Well, I am now in Culiacan. and for some insane reason, I am Leader of District. he he um... uh... well... yeah. I must tell you that I do not believe that I have been praying more fervently than of late. So, my ward is gigantic. I mean it. 300 or more. We are 6 missionaries. 4 Elders, and 2 hermanas. (my district) I catch you up on the details next week. My companion is a gringo! o sea Americano. He is from Logan Utah. His name is Elder Kunz. He has 4 months in the mission. Great guy. I love you guys. I love this gospel. I love the miracles that we get to live daily. I have got to go. Just know that you mean the world to me. Love, Elder Johnson