Barely surviving the 1st Transfer

This week I went on two more exchanges. One of which was with
Elder Diamante. He is a great missionary. If it wasn’t for his his
rebelliousness I’m sure he would be an Assistant to the President. I
watched him teach someone the first lesson and put them on date for
baptism immediately. We got 30 contacts that day. More than I ever had
in a week. I always love learning from more experienced missionaries
but I also love just getting a chance to teach in my broken Spanish.

This week is transfers. Only one missionary is leaving the district
but we are gaining 3. 2 Sisters and an Elder. That puts us at even
numbers of Elders and Sisters so that means no more district
activities. 😣 Elder Cespedes and I are losing half of our area to the
new Sisters. Usually we would be happy to have the work split in half
so we could focus more on individuals but instead of cutting the
number of investigators in half they split it by area. That means we
have the affluent neighborhood and they get the humble
Hispanic neighborhood. It will be tough. The ward has 3 baptisms set up for
October and I can’t wait to tell you all about them (even though we can no longer teach them).

On Friday there was a trainer/trainee meeting. Its good to get
exposure and learn from the APs and President. He sure is scary though,
I ain’t gonna lie.

Other than that, this week has been a race against the miles on the
car. Us versus the number 1100. Looks like we are biking until the
1st.

I miss everyone at home but I want you to know that I take comfort in
the knowledge that I am exactly where God wants me to be in my life.
Like any parent God wants the best for us. The best for when their
child grows up. Not the best right now. The only way you won’t be
facing God is for you to turn your back away from him. He will always
be there for you.

Until next week.

 

“Ohhh, It’s Elder Walker”

This week was full of new experiences. We didn’t have district meeting
this week because we had a “joint district meeting.” Nobody in the
zone knew what that meant but it could be inferred from the name that
it was just a zone meeting. We found out that it was President
Griffin’s way of checking in on us as a zone. We opened the meeting
and we all sat down silent and in the middle of the circle was the
mission president. He proceeded to walk around the circle and check
everyone’s iPads and look at what apps we had used and for how long. I
didn’t think that there was anything to be worried about for anyone
until I saw Elder C’s iPad. His number one used app was 8 hours
on “Recently Deleted App.” When we asked what it was he said, “I like
looking at yahoo weather.” When we asked why he would delete it he
answered, “because it’s always wrong.”

Saturday morning was zone service. We legitimately ripped out grass
and put in rocks. The lady in charge just kept saying “oh look how
great it looks.” It looked terrible. You might as well just move all
the houses 10 feet closer to the road and get rid of the yard all
together. I don’t know how humans can live in a place where not even
grass grows.

That day I got to go on an exchange with one of the zone leaders since
my companion is the district leader. We did a lot of contacting and he
showed me lots of ways to approach people. I’m sure I enjoyed it much
more than he did because I got an opportunity to talk to a lot of our
investigators in Spanish without Elder Cespedes. About half of the
phone calls I made started with me saying “sorry, can you talk slower”
then them saying “ohhh it’s Elder Walker.” But the other half I nailed
:). I am afraid I won’t be able to use the excuse that I don’t
understand anymore. I’m far from knowing what is going on, but the
excuse is fading.

On Saturday Bishop asked us to take over the baptisms for 2
part-member-family children in the ward. Which doesn’t mean anything
in the long term but it does mean we are two baptisms closer to the
mission goal of 80 in October.

This P day is zone activity. We played gaterball. Its too complicated
to be worth explaining. Its always fun to hang out with other
missionaries.

I’m really excited about the coming weeks. We have a lot of potential
and I can’t wait for it to develop.

Thanks for your support and emails. They never fail to entertain me.

Rocks are the New Grass

This week we had zone conference. It is the first time I met most of
the people in the other district. The mission set a goal to get 80
baptisms next month so we talked a lot about contacting and setting
good first impressions. We read an article about how to better assess
the needs of investigators.

My companion and I are getting along well. He is proficient at finding
ties, finding investigators, and kicking rocks. In that order. Luckily,
rocks are the new grass here so he is always entertained.

Our zone leaders want us to have at least 10 hours of finding a week.
Finding is when we look for potential investigators and part member
families. We have been struggling to get that ever since our are area
increased.

Our district is great. We went bowling today for district activity.
Every time I go bowling I’m reminded how much I don’t like bowling. Then
we had dinner at the place I ate cactus at. Except this time I kindly
declined it.

Mari is having her baby soon, I think she is going to wait to be
baptized until afterwards. I need to be patient. With time I think all
of our progressing investigators will be baptized.

Keep sending emails and pictures.

Love all of you.

One Investigator and a Family of Gringos

This week we are still adapting to losing the other two Spanish Elders
in our ward.

We have one investigator named Mari. We took her to the visitor center
at the Mesa Temple. Her daughter, recent convert mother, and two
members came with us. We watched the Joseph Smith movie and a movie on
God’s Plan for the family. We took a picture in front of the temple
afterward. Mari, who is 8 months pregnant, elected to stay inside.

About 5 minutes into sacrament meeting. A family of gringos walked in
and slid past me in my row. It was great to see the Mendenhalls all
the way from Texas.

I tried horchata this week, its just icing that you drink. Also took a
bite out of a cactus, it tasted like it would be better used as a
leather bracelet.

I know that through patience and diligence I will be able to master
Spanish. Right know its tough. But I just need to keep bearing
testimony and the lord will help me do the rest.

Thanks for all the emails and thoughts.

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