April 11, 2011

Hola,

How are you doing? I don’t even know how to say what I want to. Unfortunately, I’m not too good at writing what I’m thinking. President and Sister Miller called me on Thursday morning, so I’ve known about Kim. I’m sad, but I’m fine. I was so surprised/shocked when they started telling me my Mom called with bad news. All kinds of things started running through my mind. But then they said it was Kim and I was just shocked. Kim is soooo happy right now. Holy cow. I gave a talk in the Spanish branch yesterday and I talked about her... in Spanish. We were assigned the topic of missionary work and I basically talked about how comforting it is to know the things we do as members of the Church and how we need to share that knowledge with others. I know where Kim is and I know who she is with. I’m going to miss her but I’m happy. I’m more worried about all of you guys. I hope Grandma and Grandpa are doing okay.

The work and everything is going so good in the area that that is what fills my mind. Am I lost in the work? I didn’t think that would actually happen.

We set 4 more baptismal dates this last week. We could have more baptisms this transfer than last transfer!

Btw…I’m staying this transfer and I’m staying with Elder Konelio. BUT the best news of the week is…I’m not District Leader anymore! Elder Konelio is. I enjoyed being District Leader but it got old pretty fast. And now I’m also the junior companion again. I’m not going to lie, it feels good. President Miller said I didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that he wants Elder Konelio to get the experience.

This next transfer is going to be fun. Some of my favorite Elders are coming into the zone.

Send my love to everyone. Give Will a hug for me. Grandpa and Grandma, too. Our lives are like a super infinite time line. We were chilling with Heavenly Father, we are born, we grow baby teeth, we lose baby teeth, we have our first kiss, we drive a car, we make bad decisions, we get married, we have kids, we make good decisions, we get fat (or skinny), we die, we see old friends and family, we do missionary work, we chill some more, and the time line keeps going. It’s just points on a time line.

I love you. I miss you. I wish I could be there. Smile.


Love,


Elder Wiest