And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!
- D&C 18:15
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Monday, June 26, 2017
Remember that place in Texas
I wish I had more time to write, but due to a hefty nudge from some
missionaries in the district we went to the Alamo with the senior
couples in our district. I wasn't too interested until I found out
that my old companion was coming along, and that the long
restricted-for-missionaries area of the river walk in San Antonio has
officially been open by the new mission president. Knowing I don't
have much time left in Texas, Elder P and I pulled the trigger on
the trip. It was fun, especially to cajole with my old friend, but it
left little time for much else.
This week I was doing some thinking while looking out at a Texan
sunset. The evenings here are always so picturesque. It's almost like
you were painting a Western movie every night. I was sitting in the
car on the way back to the apartment and thought, "there's nowhere
else I'd rather be, and somehow I'm supposed to change my mind about
that in a few weeks." Being a missionary has to be best two years of
my life. There has been nothing like it. There are moments that are
seared into me that will stay for the rest of my life. I have been a
full time missionary for the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day
Saints for 23.5 months now, and you'd think that I'd have everything
figured out, or it would become dull, but every day I learn something
new, and every day I am amazed. Amazed at many things.
One of our wards has a slew of pest control salesman attending for the
summer. They invited us over for dinner last night. Every person who
works for the company is a return missionary. We were sitting in a
couch in an apartment in South Austin with 10 other young adults
having spiritual conversation. I thought, "there's no way this could
be happening without a mission. 12 20-25 year olds having a powerful
conversation about temples and discipleship comes only with a love of
the mission." It was true. These men and women- all of which are
return missionaries of 18 months or less- gave some council for when I
return home. I trust them. They are all good people.
I've been pondering much about countenance. The wife of our first
mission president always talked about countenances. I think I'm
beginning to understand what she was talking about,