Our emails to Elder McGregor told him about how our ward here in California was dissolved yesterday and our family will now be attending another ward. We also asked him if he got his birthday packages, since he never acknowledged that he had (who is his mother and why didn't she teach him better!?) and about his new companion and his week.
Woah, ok, so hold the phone. The ward was dissolved... GB3 no longer exists. I understand why that might be something unexpected, but, as I'm sure you know, it doesn't amount to any sort of failure (Bryon mentioned how hard it was as a member of the bishopric to 'poof' all of the sudden just be done... Someone else in our ward said last night's meeting felt like a funeral...). I mean, I might not have all of the information, but generally changes and stuff like that mean that the church has grown sufficiently in our area to merit divisions and re-evaluations of ward boundaries and all of those types of things. And church growth is always good, right? ; ) (Unfortunately, I think it's because many people have left the area in this economy.) So I guess while it may be hard to be in a new ward without having moved to a new house (which has always been the reason we've changed wards in the past), this is a huge opportunity for everyone involved to learn and grow. I've always felt that once I start getting comfortable I start to push myself less, and I'm much more happy just to skate along, to not rock the boat. But if there's any family that's prepared for change like this, it's ours! I mean, I guess you guys know how hard it was for me to leave GBHS and do my senior year in England, but as I look back more and more, I'm beginning to realize that Dad's job change was truly inspired, and part of God's plan for my life, and I've come away a better person because of it. I'm certain that this change will allow great opportunities for the spiritual growth of all the members involved.
Or I guess as Riley McKeon would say, "Rub some dirt in it." ; )
(Riley is a fun Mia Maid in our ward who gave that response to a somewhat despondent older sister once on facebook...)
(Riley is a fun Mia Maid in our ward who gave that response to a somewhat despondent older sister once on facebook...)
So things are going well here in PM (Paper Mill). On Wednesday we had transfers and we got one Visa waiter, Elder Emmett. He's originally from Guatemala, but has lived in New York, Texas, Germany, and all sorts of other places. Spanish is his first language, English his second. He knows a few others, and is well on his way to being fluent in Portuguese. I'm grateful to have a companion who is willing and able to contribute to the teaching process-- a nice change of pace to say the least.
Elder Blum (Trent's first comp in Georgia) was transferred and is now a Zone Leader in some other area--can't remember where. Elder Smith came to replace him, and now is companions with Elder Herzog. Elder Gneiting is now comps with Elder Mundt.
Let's see--why don't we live closer to where we work? Because we have the van to get us where we need to go. And because we live pretty dang close to the ward building. But mostly because the complex we live in is fantastic. Apparently a long time ago the missionaries lived in the area we work in, but it was a super sketch complex with all sorts of bad stuff going down. So I guess that's why =]
Work this last week was pretty interesting. With only one companionship up until Wednesday, we weren't able to get all that much done, but we were able to get a pretty awesome amount done from Wednesday onward. We had dinner with a few Brazilian families and found four new investigators. We visited Fatima last night and helped her out with the tough times she's having right now. And Lucca is right on track for his baptism this Sunday.
Yep, I got everyone's birthday packages. Do me a favor and send me a couple addresses? G&G McGregor, G&G Fillerup, Bishop Cota, President Olsen, and Kelsey and Jordan.
Love you guys! Have a great week! I'll be on for a little longer, so shoot me an email if you guys are there.
Elder McGregor
(We were around this morning, so there's a little more back and forth below):
(We were around this morning, so there's a little more back and forth below):
Bryon mildly chastised him that we hadn't heard if he'd received his packages and this was his response:
Wait, what? No, they were great! Sorry, I guess I didn't respond with the thanks I should have... But the electric shaver is SO great. It gives my face a break from the razor and I don't have a rash on my face ALL the time now. And we used the cupcakes and the candles to celebrate! It was super funny. Grandma and Grandpa McGregor sent me white shirts and a pair of shoes, and the shoes are fantastic. I'm wearing them right now. They're so shiny and new, and I feel like a new missionary! Well, I feel like I have all of the benefits of being a new missionary, but with all the experience I have. I guess new shoes do that?
But thanks so much Mom! Sorry, I guess I'm pretty bad at showing thanks. I feel like it's much easier in person... so yeah, sorry I'm such a terrible thank-er through letters and emails.
In a separate email he sent this:
Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, please consider the following: Your mormon.org profile doesn't have to be perfect to submit it. Make a simple one with basic answers to the questions just to get your page up, and then edit your page from there to your liking. The most important thing at this point is to get your page UP so that you can share it when the opportunity arises. I promise that as you guys look for missionary opportunities, you'll be able to use your mormon.org profile as a missionary tool.
Love!
And this was a GREAT story he added later:
Oh, guess what? We found a spanish couple (from Mexico) this last week, and as my new companion is originally from Guatemala, we taught them. And I was speaking SPANISH. WHAT THE HECK?? It came out of nowhere! It was nowhere near perfect, but it couldn't have been anything but the gift of tongues. I literally have no idea where it came from. I took two semesters of Spanish in High School, but the only thing I remember learning was like, "yo soy," and stuff like that. And I guess Spanish is really similar to Portuguese, but not enough that I would be able to speak it like that from my own knowledge. We left the lesson and my comp was like, "You know Spanish?"
And I was like, "Nope!"
And he was like, "Wait, what?"
So yeah, good fun. But really, I really can't express in words how amazed I am at how that happened.
And that was it for this week. Love you Elder McGregor!!!

