Man, the high desert is so unmotivating. The deadness of everything is just … well, that: dead. Or maybe it’s just Hesperia. I promise it’s not normal to serve in the same zone for 3/5ths of your mission.
We had a good district meeting. Talked about teaching repentance and baptizing converts. I also really like the district I’m in; it’s hilarious. Mostly because of this Elder named Elder Honeycutt. He’s so trunky. The second trunkiest man I’ve ever met. Other than that, we played a fun game with a member in our “housemates” ward, meaning Mojave River.
A day of service. One for Brother Davies, the same member from the Mojave River ward, and then for a family moving in from Russia. They were teaching school there for four years.
Brother Davies had us defile and refile a grave of a close friend of his. Yeah, when his friend died, he buried him in his front yard, so we kinda put rocks all over his grave and stuff after tearing them off.
Oh also, his friend is a dog. Y’know, man’s best friend and all that. I should’ve mentioned that first.
For the people moving from Russia, we just moved a bunch of suitcases, because all they could take on a plane was suitcases. There were, like, 36 of them or something.
A boring day, other than dinner with the Payne’s. They made scones; I haven’t had scones in a thousand years it seems. And she knew that, so that’s why she made them apparently. But they were so tasty and bad for you. I covered mine in Nutella. Heck yeah.
We did service for the Bennett’s again, another family in the MR ward. Hesperia should have a weed on their flag, because it’s the land of weeds, not joshua trees. Though joshua trees are in rich abundance here too. In other words, we weeded for them. And they gave us lunch. Surprisingly, I ate a lot even though I don’t like turkey meat on my sammiches.
Yet more service. A fetch ton of service. Helping people move and also taking things to Goodwill to be given away and stuff. That was pretty much our whole day. It’s relaxing when people other than missionaries come to help, which was the case for the move.
We had dinner with an interesting family at 3 o’clock because I guess that’s how fast Sunday works. As long as you eat food at lunch time and call it dinner, it counts as fasting, right? Anyway I’m not gonna’ complain. I like not starving. Also, this family was one I had had dinner with on exchanges while I was in Green Tree 2 years ago.
Well, that’s all folks. HAGS a good summer.
Elder Jensen out.
On Mon, Jul 3, 2017 at 5:01 AM, Jim Jensen <email@example.com> wrote:
Hope you had a great week! Can’t wait to hear about it since we never got a letter from you last week. ☹ I guess you really were tired of writing the weekly emails. Haha. Please let us know how it’s going with your investigators. I prayed and fasted for them yesterday.
I thought I sent an e-mail saying that I didn’t have time; did I not? Sorry.
This week went by so fast it was almost as if it didn’t exist. On June 28th, I thought about you and how I would see you in 2 months! Yay!
It’s really crazy. This is the 5th week of the 6 week transfers, which is just weird to think.
It was a rough week at work. On Monday, I learned that my friend and long time work companion, Blake, got fired over some of the growing pains we’ve been going through. It was totally unfair. The guy needed the company to give him some help, not come in and take over. It was a sad day. I called him Friday after work and although he sounded OK, I know it’s got to be super-hard for him. Needless to say I’m not very happy with my company right now. I will still do my best, and hopefully it will improve, or I might have to start doing something else.
That’s really sad…. It’s always hard to hear about that. You get a lot of that in Cali.
Mom and I talked about some other business ideas, mostly in real estate. Maybe with my brother. We probably need to come up with something in the next 10 years because we need a good retirement plan. Haha.
Not much else happened this week except Sariah getting here learner’s permit. We’ve been letting her drive around on some of her errands. Trouble’s brewin’! We’ve been working on painting the trim on our house, so it will look different/better when you get home. Oh, and we also got a new A/C and furnace last week because they’ve been telling us every year when it breaks down how it’s on it’s last leg. (Probs true since our house is 25 years old this year.) Next year it will probably bee the roof.
There’s always just enough to do. You think that you won’t have to spend money one day and then next thing you know, you do.
We had a great sacrament meeting yesterday. We had a lot of visitors for a baby blessing. The family that blessed the baby had 12 priesthood holders in the circle. How awesome would it be to have that many in your family?? So cool. So powerful. The dad also bore his testimony and told how he healed one of his kids through fasting and a blessing. There were a dozen other people that fore their testimony too and we went like 15 minutes over.
Those are usually good meetings. Sometimes people just give thankamonies though.
But the best part was Mom’s. She told about her temple recommend interview that she had with Brother Cahoon last week. It sounds like it was a spiritual experience for her and how questions were so meaningful. (She’ll have to explain it better than me.) But anyway, it really touched me because I had a similar experience with Brother Cahoon in my temple recommend interview. As I listened to the questions, I looked for any part of the questions that I felt like I might be holding back from the Lord, but there wasn’t any. I was so grateful to be able to answer all of the questions in a fully honest way and bear my testimony with simple “Yes” or “I do” answers. The gospel is so important to me and your Mom. It brings so much clarity and purpose to our lives. It’s so awesome to be a part of it.
That’s awesome. It really does feel good, just because you know that you’re actually genuinely worthy to enter the Lord’s presence.
Mom shared an awesome missionary story from Elder Holland for FHE last night. Hopefully, she gets to share it with you. I also shared the story from stake conference about a missionary who went to Spain and one who came from Spain years later to rescue him. We could send these two you in a letter since they would take a little longer to read. I looked back through my journal and see that I mailed it to you in a letter last year.
That would be good. You mailed what to me?
I’ve also been working on a short story that expands on a few scriptures from Luke 5 and John 21. I’m almost done editing it, and I’ll mail it down so you can give me some pointers.
Ha ha, I can try, I don’t know how well I’d do.
Mom and Sariah left at 5:15a this morning to take Sariah to her private vb lessons. Man! Those girls are dedicated. It’s so awesome to see.
Yeah, it sound like they’re working really hard.
Hope you have a great week. Stay chill! And I can’t wait to hear from you.
All my love,
On Mon, Jul 3, 2017 at 7:57 AM, Susan Jensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Hey babe! First I want to share with you parts of this talk from Elder Holland:
Elder Holland closed by relating a story — being careful to protect the privacy and anonymity of the participants — of a young man from southern Idaho. One night the young man stormed out of the house and set off to join an infamous motorcycle gang. He succeeded in that resolve and for 20 years became immersed in a culture “of temptations yielded to and degradations explored,” never contacting his parents, who feared that he was dead.
Eventually ending up in Southern California, he one day was sitting on the porch of a rented home when he saw two LDS missionaries making their way up the street.
“With a rush of memory and guilt, regret and rage, he despised the very sight of them,” Elder Holland recounted. “But he was safe, because he kept all visitors at bay by employing two Doberman Pinschers who viciously charged the gate every moment that anyone came near.”
The dogs startled the missionaries as they passed by and continued on, “our man on the porch laughing at the lovely little drama he had just witnessed, wishing only that the gate hadn’t restrained his two dogs.”
Then, the two elders stopped, looked at each other, conversed a little, “likely said a silent prayer,” then turned around and approached the gate.
“The Dobermans on cue charged the gate again, hit it, snarling, frothing, and then stopped in their tracks,” Elder Holland said. “They looked at the missionaries, dropped their heads, ambled back to the front steps and lay down.”
The man on the porch was speechless as the missionaries opened the gate, walked up the path and greeted him.
“One of the elders said, ‘Are you from this part of California?’
“The man said, ‘No. If you want to know, I’m from Pocatello, Idaho.’
“There was a pause. ‘That’s interesting,’ the elder said. ‘Do you know the [such-and-such] family in Pocatello?’
“With a stunned look, our biker paused, and then, in very measured words, said, ‘Yeah, I know them. They are my parents.’
“ ‘Well, they’re my parents too,’ the missionary said. ‘God has sent me to invite you to come home.’ ”
The younger brother had been born after the older boy had left home. The elder brother did not even know of him.
“Mom and Dad have been praying for you every morning and night for 20 years,” the younger brother said. “They were not sure you were alive, but they knew if you were, that someday you would come back to us.”
The wayward son invited the two in, and they talked for the rest of the day and some of the night. He did return home, returned to Church activity and, in March 2015, was married and sealed in the Boise Idaho Temple.
Commenting on the account, Elder Holland said, “This is a story of the role of Almighty God, the Savior of the World, and the Holy Ghost involved in the work of the ministry to which we’ve been called.
This is so amazing and shows how he works from beginning to end to orchestrate our lives if we listen to him.
As dad was saying about the testimony meeting. When I had my temple recommend interview I just felt so strongly how much I believe these things are true. I love the Lord. I may not always feel him near me but I know it’s true and have a desire for more faith.
That’s amazing. I wish I had an experience like that XD But at the same time, I enjoy knowing all of my brothers.
I saw Reggie Sunday! It’s good to see our boys returning with honor! I love you and can’t wait to hear from you! Big hugs!!!
Wow, way to make me trunky XD Just kidding.
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