Hey,
Well you have about 730 days until both of us are home
again. So keep counting haha. But I really only have about 10 months left which
is pretty crazy.
So my feelings about Guernsey... I love it here, I love the
people and the branch and my companion and everything, but I am getting a bit
'transfer trunky.' Next transfer day is three weeks on wednesday, and to be
honest I am really hoping I get back to the mainland for that one. I will have
finished training Erickson and have done over 4 months here. I think I
could maybe survive one more transfer. I mean, I'll serve anywhere the Lord
wants, but I just hope he needs me back in England. It is really hard to serve
here, especially with a new missionary. I think he has considered throwing in
the towel a couple of times, only to realize he is from Utah and if he goes
home he will be a social outcast for the rest of his life. A lot of pressure is
on this kid. I tell him that serving here is no different than any other area
and that he needs to stop thinking that when he gets to a new area life will be
easier. But I am telling him that mostly because it is what he needs to here.
Life as a missionary actually is a lot easier and more fun on the mainland. But
there have been things here I have learned and experienced that I could never
have learned anywhere else. So I am grateful for that.
That does sound like an awesome week. I want to cram so much
in next summer, but between family reunions and work I don't know how much I
could really fit in.
And Noah was sick? Elder Erickson was also sick. Holly's
three kids were really sick one day when we visited them and Erickson is really
paranoid about getting sick, so he used hand sanatizer and stayed away from the
kids and didn't touch anything. I was playing with the kids and never use hand
sanitizer and in the end he got really sick and I was totally fine. So saturday
after lunch he started puking and so we took the rest of the day off and he
just slept and puked for the rest of the day. I was so bored. I will never
understand missionaries who just want to sit in the flat all day. So
boring.
Also, Ursula dropped us this week. She said she is being
tormented (by satan? I don't know who/what is tormenting her) as she is getting
close to baptism so she can never see us again because it is too tough. And
then like 3 days later, we get a knock on our door, and it is Ursula.
Apparently she went over to a members house, who told her where we live, and
she came with her daughter and brought us cupcakes. This marks like the 6th
time she has dropped us and then un-dropped us. She is coming to the branch FHE
tonight. So weird.
Oh, something else awesome happened. We were out knocking,
and met some people who had met Elders in the past. We chatted with them for a
bit. One of them is a 20 year old guy Luke, and his finacee Gemma who is
probably in her 30's and Gemma's brother Glenn. Glenn is a outspoken atheist
who tried to convince us of the falsehood of god the whole time but Luke and
Gemma were somewhat open. They are seriously nuts. Like Gemma has an attention
span of less than 5 seconds. And as we left, they offered to give us their car.
Gemma had an extra car, and it isn't insured at the moment, but she said we
could drive it away and take it. It isn't the nicest car, but still. And then
Glenn stopped trying to tell us there was no God and said we could take his car
if we wanted. We're like what the heck? His car was actually nice. He said he
is going to norway next week and we can borrow it until christmas. And they are
dead serious. So we asked the President and he said he would get back to us
soon if we can do it. I really doubt it but it would be cool. And then today
Luke and Gemma dropped by our house (I don't know why everyone knows where we
live... the past missionaries must have told them or something) and brought us
like 5 really nice suits and drove off. I guess I'm not really complaining
though.
So ya, I really got to go now. But have great week.
Try not to die with all these adventures. Love
Elder Steed
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