Sunday, November 3, 2019

How Much Wood Would an Elder Chuck if an Elder Could Chuck Wood?

October 14, 2019


An Elder would chuck all the wood he could chuck, if an Elder could chuck wood. 

Now, I don't know the exact definition of the word "chuck" that the original tongue twister originally intended, but in this case I mean "chuck" as in "throw with vigor." 

And I have learned that we definitely can chuck wood. I'll attach a picture to prove it. 

Here in St. Johns, firewood is a necessary part of staying warm in the winter for most people. And a necessary part of obtaining firewood, is cutting down trees. So we went with someone this week to help them with that. We aren't allowed to use chainsaws though and so we didn't help with the actual cutting down trees part. But we did help with lifting and loading and stacking and of course, chucking wood. 

That day was crazy though, because it was cold. In Arizona. So cold that I had to wear a jacket. In fact when we woke up it was 18 degrees. 

I certainly am not in the valley anymore, that's for sure. 

Anyhow, it has been a great week. Transfers is also tomorrow. And our transfer news is:
We're all staying! No changes in St. Johns. 

Now, I have an exciting and humorous story to share with you all. 

Just kidding. I have sadly run out of time, and so I will keep you in suspense until next week. 

I have to go but I just want to say before I do so, that I have learned more than ever how we have a Heavenly Father who loves us, and that we have a Savior who has made it possible for us to find strength over our weaknesses and find peace and lasting happiness in our lives. I've had answers to prayers and amazing experiences throughout my mission, but most recently this last week. I know Christ's Gospel is true and we will find so many blessings as we strive every day to live it. 

I hope you guys have another great week!
~Elder Oswald 

P.S. - Pictures 
1. Wood being chucked


Sunday, October 6, 2019

Physically Fed, Spiritually Nourished

October 7, 2019

So I don't know if I've said this before, but people here give us so much food. It's to the point where we're constantly full, anywhere we go people offer us food and we can't turn it down of course. An example is Saturday, we just finished eating junk food at someone's house so we weren't even hungry, then we went to our dinner appointment where we ate homemade Chinese food which was interesting, then they of course gave us a huge slice of cake. Then after a conversation about how Elder Fonnesbeck felt like throwing up, we stopped by another members house to check on them, and they were like, "You're just in time for dinner" and they had made their famous macaroni and cheese which I had heard so much about, and so we had to have some.
Things like that happen every day which is kind of awesome, cause I love eating food. Unfortunately, although I have been well fed, I haven't been well nourished. 

It has been a great week here in the fun little town of St. Johns. A lot has happened, but I don't think that those things fully deserve their own paragraph, and so I'll just make a little list of some random things from the week:
1. We picked apples from an apple tree (I'll include a picture)
2. A kid came up to me and said "You look like a kid" and walked away. 
3. We had our interviews with President and Sister Cox which was fun
4. I met two different girls with the name Kendall 
5. We helped build a She Shed
6. We still don't really know what a She Shed is
7. It was Surf N Turf day on Thursday at the Sugar Shack, our favorite restaraunt, and so we had a delicious meal there

We also went on exchanges with the other Elders one day, and we did some service for a lady named Grandma Barbara. And she was having us do the most random things. One of them was that she had these open containers of dirty water, and then she had a large bin of dirty water that had a lid on it. She took the lid off, and then directed us to take the smaller containers and pour them in the big bin without stirring up the dirt or getting the dirt in the big bin, even though there's already dirt in the big bin. And if we did it wrong she got after us. Eventually we had successfully transferred the dirty water into a bigger container of dirty water and we still don't know why. She was a funny lady though. I don't remember how it led up to this, but as she was rambling on she eventually started talking about her childhood. And she was like, "Did you boys grow up on a farm? Raise pigs?" We said no and she paused, probably disappointedly, before continuing. "Well when we raised pigs we didn't waste anything. We used everything on the pig, the skin, the hooves. The only thing we didn't use was the oink--we couldn't figure out how to bottle it." 

Anyway though, it was a good week. General Conference was this weekend, which is where twice a year the leaders of the Church pretty much give sermons like we hear in Church except it's broadcast all throughout the world in a whole bunch of different languages so everyone can hear. And it's just really awesome because we are able to hear from the current apostles and prophet and other church leaders to be able to gain insights from them, and be able to have guidance and inspiration from them, that is ultimately from the Lord. I've talked about it before how Jesus Christ's Church has been restored, and along with that, the organization that He established has been brought back as well, that being apostles and prophets who serve the Lord and help run His Church. And that is something I have really come to know myself, is that God does speak to prophets today just like He did in the Bible times. And the messages which we hear from the modern day apostles and prophets are inspired to help us strengthen our faith in Jesus Christ and to comfort us and to help us learn and to help us with whatever we need at the moment. I personally had a couple questions I had been praying about before the Conference started, and as people spoke and I was able to feel the Spirit, I was able to get answers to those questions. And it wasn't really what they said exactly that directly answered my questions, but it was things they said that helped give me more insight and triggered thoughts of other things, and I was able to be personally taught things that I needed by the Spirit. Because that is the most important thing, that we learn things on a personal level and grow our faith in Christ on a personal level. And one of the jobs of the Holy Spirit is to testify of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, and so that's what I mean when I say the Spirit can teach us things. He can help us feel the truthfulness  of things, and open our minds to understanding things.  And its important for everyone to learn how to receive that kind of personal revelation, which just so happened to be something that speakers at General Conference talked about.

I'm grateful for the restored Church of Jesus Christ with the modern day revelation from God through modern day apostles and prophets who teach the Gospel of Jesus Christ. And I'm grateful for that Gospel of Jesus Christ which has been restored in all of its fullness and clarity so that we can fully experience all of the blessings of peace and joy that our Savior has made possible for us to have. And along with that and most importantly, I am grateful for my Savior and the testimony I have of Him. I know He lives and loves us and I've come to know that by living His Gospel of having faith in Him, making changes in my life to follow Him better, and by making covenants or promises with God and striving to live them all throughout my life. When we do these things and "press forward with a steadfastness in Christ" then we "shall have eternal life." And that's the most joyful part of all of it, that one day, because of Jesus Christ, we can live with our families forever in the presence of our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful week. Til next time,
~Elder Oswald

P.S.- Pictures
1. How do ya like them apples?
2. Me looking extra like a 12 year old with Tyler and the other Elders



The Grass is Always Greener when you Spray Paint it

Septempber 30, 2019

Hello everyone!
It's been another fantastic week here in St. Johns, Arizona. I will warn you though, this email is going to be unusually short.

So we were doing some service for some people the other day, and it was a whole lot of random jobs pretty much just taking care of their backyard getting ready for a wedding reception that would be hosted there. And one of the jobs was the most redneck thing I've ever done. You see, their lawn had a ton of brownish reddish spots all over, and they wanted it green, and so they had us take green spray paint and spray the lawn. Unfortunately they bought like this really dark forest green and it didn't match at all. But it was a lot of fun though. Who knew there was such a simple way of getting green grass? 

So we began teaching someone named Ladonna. Her husband is a member, his name is Trent. And Trent's mom is really close to Ladonna and had told us that she was expressing interest in being baptized. We weren't gonna try and push or anything though and we figured she'd talk to us when she was ready. Well we just went by for a quick visit one night with the intent of sharing an uplifting message about Jesus Christ with them, cause that's what we do. And that's what we did, and we were about to say a prayer and leave when they said "we actually have something we wanted to tell you, she wants to get baptized." And so we talked about that with them and we started teaching her this week. She has a pretty good background with the Gospel, and has already learned a lot from the family she married into and she is very accepting of what we teach. So that's exciting for her and her family.

That's something I love is that the Gospel can really bring families closer together. And that's such an important part of God's plan for us and I've seen that a lot on my mission, that God really does love and care about each of us, and that the joy we can experience in families is meant to last forever, and we can be with our families forever because of Jesus Christ. I know this is true. I pray that we all can come to know our Heavenly Father's love more and gain a deeper understanding of the purpose and joy that we can have in our lives.

Well, it's time for me to make like a salt shaker and dash, but I hope that you all have a great week.
Til I write again,
~Elder Oswald

P.S.- Pictures 
1. The Wild West
2. Donkey Selfie
3. When you're making pancakes while thinking of home







A Hole Lot of Fun

September 23, 2019

There are many differences between St. Johns and Scottsdale that many might consider to be astronomical. For instance, there are significantly less people here, and the roads are significantly less busy. There are also significantly more trees and significantly more farms and ranches. It is also significantly higher in elevation and therefore there is significantly more lower temperatures. The most literally astronomical difference however is that because of the significant lack of light pollution here, you can see the stars way better. 

This week was really good. I'll make a quick recap of some of the events from the week:
-We went to a block party and talked to a hitchhiker
-We helped at the food bank
-We got food poisoning low key
-We visited with a ton of people as usual

Now, Saturday was quite eventful. I've explained it before I believe, but we have as a part of our area, a bunch of land in the middle of nowhere both on the east and on the west of St. Johns. To the west is Concho, where we have a small congregation. And to the east is a power plant and "the forties" which is a whole bunch of forty acre plots of land that people own. And a little ways north is called the "witch wells" which is similar to the forties except for its apparently more dangerous and we're not supposed to go there without someone going with us who knows the area. Anyhow, now that you have that background, I can tell this story:

So we got a text from a lady a while ago asking us to help her with stuff on Saturday. She isn't a member of the church but she is friends with one of the members and that's how she knew to contact us for service. So Saturday came, and we followed her directions to her property. And her property is in the aforementioned Forties to the east of St. Johns. And this was farther into the middle of nowhere than I've ever been in my life. It was crazy. But anyway, we get to her 100 acre ranch (she owns more than the typical forty acres) and she explained to us that she wants us to put in a septic tank for one of her trailer homes. And it was surprisingly simple instructions: dig a hole, put the 55 gallon plastic drum in the hole, and cut a hole in the top of it. But digging the hole was way harder than I expected, for in my experience with hole digging, it always took place in the soft layer of topsoil of my vegetable garden in Michigan, and it only went about a foot deep, and I was 10. In this case however, the dirt was dry and hard, and we had to get it big enough to fit a 55 gallon drum, but even worse was that it was mostly hardened clay that we were digging through, which is pretty much just a step below trying to dig through concrete. It was challenging, but we did it and it only took 3 hours and a few sore muscles. It was just like that movie Holes, except for we only had to dig one hole and we never discovered an intriguing plot about hidden treasure or our ancestors stealing pigs from each other. 
The lady, who we'll call Valerie, she also prepared lunch for us which was super nice. And she also invited all her "neighbors" over for lunch. I say neighbors in quotations because I'm used to that being a word which means a person living close by, and they don't actually live close to her, they're just the closest people that live to her. They still hang out all the time though I guess. The first to arrive were the two identical looking men who introduced themselves as "Dave and Dave." They were the same height, had the same work boots, the same blue jeans, the same bushy gray beards, and the same "Trump 2020" hats. The only distinctions were that the first Dave had sunglasses and a green sweatshirt and the second Dave had normal glasses and a green jacket. The rest of the neighbors that came were pretty normal. There was the older single guy, the middle aged single guy, and the older married couple. It was fun to have lunch with them. However the conversation soon became very political, and as missionaries we are supposed to remain politically neutral, so we did our best just to nod our heads, except for at that point we ourselves were wearing Trump hats since they were given to us to protect us from the sun while digging the hole, and so I'm not actually sure how successful we were at appearing politically neutral. 

But after that, we were taken to the top of her property where she showed us all the pottery shards from the Anasazi Native American tribe that once lived there and we got to collect some. So that was cool. Then she took us to where she thought were some Anasazi cave drawings except for she couldn't find them. 

But yeah, that was our fun adventure on Saturday. 

Well I'm gonna have to get going, but I spoke at Church yesterday and I wanted to share with you now, one of the scriptures I shared then. It's in the Old Testament, Isaiah chapter 1 verse 18.

"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."

I love this scripture because it is very simple and straightforward. And I know it's true. I know that whatever we've done, we can be forgiven. Through Jesus Christ we can become clean and we can have peace and we can be happy. I love this knowledge I have about the Savior and His Gospel, and I love continuing to learn about it and I love teaching others about it as well.

I hope you all have an enjoyable week!
Cordially,
~Elder Oswald


Sunday, September 15, 2019

A Fairly Good Week

If you are reading this, I know what you're probably thinking: "I spent all of last week in utter disappointment after not recieving a highly anticipated email. So I spent all of this past Monday on pins and needles, anxiously waiting for this same highly anticipated email. And I spent all of Tuesday giving up hope and lamenting the absence of said highly anticipated email. And now after having just opened my inbox, I see an intriguing title, misleadingly sent from the author's mother...can it be?"
Yes it can. Your highly anticipated email is here, and boy do I have some news for you. 

First and foremost, I was transferred. I am no longer in Scottsdale. And I'm no longer in the valley either. I am up in the mountains in a little town called St. Johns. Me and my new companion, whose name is Elder Fonnesbeck, cover 3 congregations. Two wards, and one branch, which is the same as a ward but smaller. I am no longer on bike also, I have a truck, because in addition to part of the small town of St. Johns, we have miles and miles of ranches and dirt roads out in the literal middle of nowhere. Everything is just so different. Everyone is like a rancher or cowboy or mountain man or something of that sort. It's so great. There's a guy named Mario who lives in this town, and he's kind of a funny character.  We saw him outside on the street the other day and he was like "Hey missionaries" so we went to chat with him, and at the moment he was talking with someone else, and when that person left he began running around looking for something. And he called over to us and said "is there a cat under that truck?" We looked, there wasn't. When he got closer he told us that he'd been throwing cats into the irrigation ditch and that there was one he hadn't caught yet. So we asked him how his day was going, what else he'd been up to, and he said he'd just been throwing cats in the irrigation ditch all day. He said he was bored, except he seemed really entertained by what he was doing. Every once in a while a cat would run by and the conversation would pause while he grabbed it and dropped it into the irrigation ditch. Every cat he picked up was already wet also, and we were just like, Mario this ones already wet did you already throw this one in? And he would say yes and then drop it in. One time he picked up a kitten, already wet, and said "I dropped this one in earlier too except I dropped it on the other side of that tube so it got sucked underneath. I felt bad for this one." And then he dropped it in. He also introduced us to his new puppy. At one point the dog did something that Mario said was bad, he probably just wagged his tail or something, and Mario was like, "Okay that's it," and calmly picked the puppy up and dropped it in the irrigation ditch. It was so strange. Anyway, I thought I'd share that with you.
Also, something else about St. Johns is that the town is made up of predominantly members of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints. So the work here is a lot different, but it's great. Also Elder Fonnesbeck is great too, he's so funny. 

Now to address the title of this email, I meant that last week was fairly good not in the sense that it was mediocre or only somewhat good, but in the sense that the fair was going on last week! 
And since literally the entire town was at the fair, we were too! In fact, we had a booth. So the vast majority of our week was spent at the fair. We talked to a lot of people and were involved and whatnot which was good. As I said, most people are members of the Church here so everyone already knows who we are. And everyone just loves us. People bought us so much fair food. It was rather amazing except for I felt like throwing up sometimes. It was the good kind of feeling like I was going to throw up though. It just meant I was eating a lot of great food.
One of the craziest nights of the fair was when we watched the "Mud bogs." And that was an event that was going on one evening where a bunch of people entered their trucks in the contest to drive through this big long mud pit. It was in like a rodeo arena thing where everyone could watch, and these trucks just drove through the 3 foot deep mud bog trying to beat the time of the other trucks. And the commentator at one point said that during intermission he'd have all the kids come down to the mud pit to do a race through it. Then intermission came and the kids did their race, and then the commentator said, "Now let's get our missionaries out here!" and the crowd went wild, cheering for us and whatnot. So we took off our Sunday shoes, straightened our ties, and confidently went over to the mud pit. And then we raced through the mud pit. The crowd loved us, we were the talk of the town all the next day. Luckily, the commentators wife approached us after we ran and was like, "I'm not letting you try to wash those clothes yourselves, I have a secret to get mud out of clothes, let me." And whatever she did it worked. 
But yeah, that was super fun. I'll attach a picture. 

Before I wrap up this email, I would like to share a scripture. Its in the Book of Mormon, in Mormon chapter 9 verse 6. 
"O then ye unbelieving, turn ye unto the Lord; cry mightily unto the Father in the name of Jesus, that perhaps ye may be found spotless, pure, fair, and white, having been cleansed by the blood of the Lamb, at that great and last day."
There are many different aspects of what the Savior does for us. And one that I've been thinking about lately is His power to cleanse us. And although it is entirely coincidental that this is in the same email as the muddy clothes story, I love the analogy. Because no matter what muddy paths we go through in life, however seemingly ruined we can get, we can become clean. Entirely clean of anything we've ever done that would seperate us from God. Not from God's love, but from His presence, because "no unclean thing can dwell with God." But it is because of God's love that He sent His Son to make it possible for us to be clean again. Because He does want us to return to Him. 

I apologize again for the delay in correspondence. It's good to be back. 
I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the week!







Sunday, September 1, 2019

The Straw the Broke the Elder's Bike Axle...and His Companion's Glasses

There are many ways to start an email. I could perhaps begin with a cordial greeting. I could begin with a joke. But today I will begin with an apology.

I'm sorry for not sending an email last week. 

Well, it has been a great couple of weeks. And my how the time has flown. 

We had exchanges on Tuesday and I was with Elder Taylor in his area. It was a fun day. I mentioned a few emails ago that I am fluent in Swahili, and now I am even more fluent. There is an English class that Elder Taylor and Elder John help with for people who speak Swahili, since Elder John speaks Swahili, but we went to the class even though Elder John wasn't there because they had committed to be there. And it was super cool. 

Also, I think I've mentioned before that I love being in a bike only area. Despite the heat, that still is true, and Elder Sellers agrees with me. So, much to our disappointment, Elder Sellers has been having a series of bike malfunctions, and the straw that broke the camel's back, was the other day when we were biking and his back axle broke. And if you know anything about bikes, you'd know that it's kind of hard to ride a bike with a broken axle. And so his bike had to be taken in to be fixed. Unfortuantely, there are no loaner bikes in his size and so we were given a cherry red Rav 4 to use for the next couple days. I already miss biking though. 

In other news, my glasses broke again. To recap the glasses breaking story, I started with two pairs of glasses. One with black plastic frames, and the other with wire half rim frames. One morning playing soccer my plastic ones broke because they made contact with another Elder's shoulder. Then a few weeks later was the one where my wire frames were utterly demolished by a basketball thrown at my face at point blank range. So after that happened I decided take initiative and solve the glasses problem by taping my black plastic glasses with scotch tape and that had been holding up really well, and I figured it was better than nothing. I kept wearing them while playing sports however, cause I guess I figured they're already broken it doesn't matter. Well a couple days ago we were playing basketball for our exercise time and I was up by the hoop, about to make a really cool looking lay up, and Elder Sellers was at about the half court line and he decided to launch the basketball at the hoop. And just so you know, that man has a rocket for an arm, and all I hear is "Elder Oswald watch out" and I turned around just in time for the basketball to yeet my already broken glasses right off my face, breaking them in yet another spot. So now I have more Scotch tape on them. I actually have an optometrist appointment tonight though, so I will be solving the problem for real this time. It'll be good, I'm an optimist about optometrists. 

On Thursday we were able to go to the temple with the Juarez family. It was an amazing time. 
For those of you who don't know, a temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints is a sacred place where members of the Church can go to feel closer to the Lord and to make other special covenants or promises to Him. Just like, we make promises when we are baptized, we can make other promises in the temple. Also, because of how essential we believe those covenants, like baptism, to be, there in the temples we can stand in the place of our ancestors who have passed away without an opportunity to accept the Gospel and make those covenants on their behalf, which gives them the opportunity to accept those and receive the same blessings we can receive when we make those promises with the Lord. Which comes back to the belief we have in life after death, and that because God loves all of His children, He has made it possible for each one of his children to have an opportunity to accept the Gospel of Jesus Christ, even if they didn't have the chance in their earthly lifetime. When the apostle Paul was testifying of the Savior's Resurrection in 1 Corinthians 15, which is a great chapter by the way, and I'd invite you to read the whole chapter to get the full context, but he said in verses 20-22:

   "But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.
    For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.
    For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive."

And then he goes on to talk more about why there must be a Ressurection and he says in verse 29:
"Else what shall they do which are baptized for the dead, if the dead rise not at all? why are they then baptized for the dead?"

So that's why we as members of the Church believe so strongly about temple and family history work. Because we know Jesus Christ conquered death, and that there will be a day when that "last enemy" will "be destroyed."(1 Corinthians 15:26). "For for this cause was the gospel preached also to them that are dead, that they might be judged according to men in the flesh, but live according to God in the spirit." (1 Peter 4:6)  That's why it's so important for everyone, living or dead, to hear the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Because there is a life after this one, and if we accept and live Christ's Gospel, we can have the happiest, most peaceful and joyful life we can imagine, living with God and Jesus Christ and our families forever. That's why we have missionaries and that's why we have temples. Its all about proclaiming the Gospel of Jesus Christ to God's children and helping to bring families together in this life and for eternity. 

Well, now that I just unloaded all that information, 'tis about time for me to wrap up. But if any of that didn't make sense, feel free to email me questions. 
I love you all, and I hope your week is amazing!

Sincerely,
~Elder Oswald 

Out with the Young, in with the Old



Well, this last week has been as short as it has been busy. By that I mean that it has been very busy. 

Its been a great week. We're teaching so many elderly ladies. I've talked about Carol, the lady we've been teaching. Well she lives in a retirement apartment complex type thing. And it's funny cause everyone knows their neighbors there, and they're all in each others business. Not really, but a lot of them. And they know who we are too. The lady that runs the facility, when we first started visiting Carol, I think she thought we were trying to knock doors in there, which we weren't. So for a while there she was a little salty whenever she saw us, but now the more we've seen her and talked to her and assured her we're just visiting specific people, she's actually really friendly. But yeah, everyone knows everyone. Last week I mentioned we found a lady named Linda. She lives in that place too, and we were talking to her and she was like, "yeah I see you guys all the time when you visit Carol. You're from Jim's church." Jim is a member by the way. He also lives there. Also, we found another lady at that place this week. Her name is Jaqueline. We were just talking to Carol outside one day when she was outside with the group who sits outside, and there was another lady there, Jaqueline, who was asking lots of questions and who really wanted to come to church. We were also invited to attend the Bible Study group that is held there at the retirement home every Tuesday. So we're going to that tomorrow, so that should be fun. Its been a lot of fun though with all these visits with older ladies. They all talk so much. Nothing against them at all, they're awesome, it's just humorous how every lesson we had just went so long. 

We also had exchanges this week. So that was an event that happened. 

Saturday was also wild. There is a senior couple serving as missionaries in our district named the Geruns. And they're about to go home, but they still have like a week or two before they leave, but their lease is up. So we had to help them move. And that was originally going to take maybe an hour and a half, two hours at max. 5 hours later, Elder Gerun was like "let's get pizza." Then after pizza break we finished moving the last few things and we were able to continue with the rest of our night. And the rest of our night consisted of: quickly changing into regular missionary clothes, quickly chugging a water bottle because I was dehydrated which isn't a smart thing to do, quickly leaving to go contact people, but stopping along the way to buy a lemonade from some industrious young kids, quickly chugging the lemonade because I realized I can't bike as effectively with a cup of lemonade, then contacting people, then going to dinner. And that was that day. 

OH YEAH!!! I remembered something else from the week. So, crazy story. Actually kind of two stories. Flashback to a year ago: I wasn't yet on my mission. I instead was a young clueless movie theater worker. One night working at the theater, I lost my wallet/probably had it stolen. So I was praying a lot to be able to find it. Because you know I've heard those stories of people losing stuff, praying to find it, and then something amazing happens and they find it. That's what I was really hoping for. But it didn't happen that way. Instead, after a lot of stress and worry and praying, while praying I suddenly felt just a feeling of peace that it would all be okay and that I just needed to get to work and cancel my debit card and get a new license and all that stuff. And it was a pain, but it was okay. So that's always been a really great lesson to me about answers to prayers. Because you never know how your prayers will be answered. 

Now, fast forward to the present day. But not really present day exactly, about 10 days ago. Here I was, a missionary. Much different from my clueless, ticket selling, wallet losing self I was a year ago. Well, that night, it was a Friday. We didn't have a dinner appointment, and our cards had just been refilled, so we went to Wendy's to get 4 for $4's. I got a chicken sandwich, not relevant but I would recommend it. Later that night we biked around and tried to visit people. Fast forward to the next day, we were about to have our usual weekly lunch with Jennifer, a super funny lady who is bipolar and also has dementia. We got a call from her though asking us to run to the grocery store to pick up some orange juice, since she was making eggs and toast and forgot the orange juice to go with it. In hindsight, we should've bought cheese too because her cheese expired February of 2017 and left a really disgusting feeling in my body. But anyway, as we were about to set out for the grocery store, I looked for my wallet where I thought it should be, but it wasn't there. So I assumed it must've been in my other bag, Elder Sellers offered to buy the orange juice, and I thought nothing of it. Then Sunday rolled around, I didn't need my wallet for anything so I thought nothing of it at all. Then Monday came, shopping day. And I did think something of it this time. Because it turns out, that it wasn't in my other bag, or on my desk, or under my desk, or under my shoes, or under my bed, or under my clothes, or anywhere at all. And soon I realized, that although I am one year older and wiser too, I am apparently still just as prone to silly things like losing my wallet in places. 

I prayed of course, and maybe this was faithless of me, but after having been through it before I was kind of just like, well, let's figure things out. And I got my missionary card cancelled. Luckily my personal card was already cancelled because I got a new one, and luckily I hadn't put it in my wallet yet. So there was a miracle in itself. And I used my personal card to buy groceries. And I thought that was that.

BUT THEN, guess what. Fast forward to Wednesday. I got a mysterious Facebook message from someone I didn't know. And he said "Kendall" (which is my first name) "Kendall, I found your wallet, let's get it back to you." And that is exactly what happened. And now I have my wallet again, and it's almost entirely in tact.  So now I have another lesson about answers to prayers. Because you never know how your prayers will be answered. 

Humorous writing aside, I know that Heavenly Father really does know us and He cares about us and He does answer our prayers. In a talk called "Answers to prayer" Brook P. Hales said:"Brothers and sisters, sometimes our prayers are answered quickly with the outcome we hope for. Sometimes our prayers are not answered in the way we hope for, yet with time we learn that God had greater blessings prepared for us than we initially anticipated. And sometimes our righteous petitions to God will not be granted in this life. As Elder Neal A. Maxwell said, “Faith also includes trust in God’s timing.”"
I hope you enjoyed that quote within a quote, and I hope you enjoy your week. 
Til next time,
~Elder Oswald