The Downhill Begins
I officially hit my 1-year mark as a Missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. This week, I looked back on the last year of my life and all of the experiences that I have had. I will forever cherish this year and the spirit that I have felt. I can't wait for the next 365 days. Time is going by too fast; I am panicking.
We had another good week in Berryville. We had a family come to church and a few of our other friends. I have never been so tired or worn out. I also got to go on exchanges with my trainer, Elder Burns – happiest of reunions.
That family we are teaching was going through a rough time. The mom asked me for a blessing, and at 9 pm on Saturday evening, we gave her one. The spirit was so strong, and she was extremely emotional. As we stepped back from her, her three daughters went running into the arms of their mom with tears in their eyes. The husband stood up and joined his daughters and wife in a family hug. The spirit flooded the room, and they all came to church the next morning.
I have loved the last year of my life more than anything. I deeply miss the Mexico City MTC and the environment there. I miss Branson with my whole heart. The 5 months in Springfield were probably the happiest of my whole life. I have loved the last 3 weeks here. I love Jesus Christ so much. This is His church. I cannot wait to see what the next year of my life holds.
Love and miss you all so much,





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