Well transfers. It looks like I will end my mission in Bom Jardim.
With just 11 weeks left, things are looking good. I'm going to
punch Satan extra hard in the face for these last 11 weeks. My new
companion is Elder Sampaio, one more Brazilian. It'll be good to
perfect my portuguese. He is the brother of an Elder that I lived
with a way long time ago. So that is cool. We live with 2 other
missionaries. I don't really know them and they are newbies :) I
feel like an old man that nobody cares about these days. I don't
know any of these new missionaries.
Yay they don't have daylight savings here so I never have to lose an
hour of sleep! I would like the extra hour of sleep though. My body
is TIRED. 2 years of a mission does a lot to your body. I have been
trying to work out but I'm lazy. I plan on starting up at
home.....maybe :) I haven't gotten fat and in fact I haven't gained
any weight. I'll probably have cancer and diabetes and rotten teeth
when I get back home though.
I'm tired and sometimes I don't have a huge desire to leave the
house. I know I have to and the Lord will bless me. I'm just trying
to forget myself and turn my life over to God. I just do what I'm
supposed to do and pray and keep the commandments and follow the
Spirit. To me that is giving up your life over to the Lord. Stop
worrying, do what we know is right, and live so that the Lord can
speak with us at any time.
I love it here. I can't wait to get back home. :)
Monday, March 12, 2012
12 Mar 2012 - Bom Jardin Area (Dad)
[Yum, chicken liver. I actually like liver.] Ewww
liver. I have had chicken liver and cow liver. They tricked me with the
cow liver though. They made it look just like steak and called it
liver in Portuguese instead of english ;) This was back in the day so I
didn't know. I just thought it was nasty horse meat or something.
[I can't remember if I told you that your sister is taking a hockey class this semester.] Hockey class? I use to play street hockey in front of our house. Does she play on ice? I was thinking about walking on the BYU football team....haha just kidding. Maybe I could do it and they would make a movie called Jeffrey after I play for one down like Rudy. :) Maybe I'll just join a intramural football team if I can find any friends. I have been doing my pushups and stuff. Trying at least. I won't come back too morbidly obese. Just the beginning stages :) Stock the fridge with donuts and pork rinds.
I'm trying to do all the good that I can. Missionary work changes lives. It changes me and it changes my family and it changes the people that I teach. I'm glad that I went and I can see the Lord preparing me and I see His hand in the timing that I left too. Not many young men, maybe none, truly understand the importance of a mission until they go on it. I feel proud to be counted among the 54ish thousands that are out. Soon I will be just another statistic :) Sometimes I just stare at my name tag and wonder what it will be like when I have to take it off. I always imagine Elder Hawkes in the New England area and my pops Elder Hawkes in Costa Rica, and surrounding "neigborhoods". That skinny white Elder Hawkes in Thailand. I'm proud that they are my family and that I carry the same 2 names on my nametag. They were much better than I am but I can only imagine the great amount of success that you had in the Costa Rica San Jose mission. You don't talk about it much because you are humble and I know it meant the world to you. I got that without you having to tell me millions of mission stories. :) I'm thankful for the Lord Jesus Christ and His holy name. He makes my mission worth everything. It would be useless to teach of Him if He never died and paid for our sins.
[I can't remember if I told you that your sister is taking a hockey class this semester.] Hockey class? I use to play street hockey in front of our house. Does she play on ice? I was thinking about walking on the BYU football team....haha just kidding. Maybe I could do it and they would make a movie called Jeffrey after I play for one down like Rudy. :) Maybe I'll just join a intramural football team if I can find any friends. I have been doing my pushups and stuff. Trying at least. I won't come back too morbidly obese. Just the beginning stages :) Stock the fridge with donuts and pork rinds.
I'm trying to do all the good that I can. Missionary work changes lives. It changes me and it changes my family and it changes the people that I teach. I'm glad that I went and I can see the Lord preparing me and I see His hand in the timing that I left too. Not many young men, maybe none, truly understand the importance of a mission until they go on it. I feel proud to be counted among the 54ish thousands that are out. Soon I will be just another statistic :) Sometimes I just stare at my name tag and wonder what it will be like when I have to take it off. I always imagine Elder Hawkes in the New England area and my pops Elder Hawkes in Costa Rica, and surrounding "neigborhoods". That skinny white Elder Hawkes in Thailand. I'm proud that they are my family and that I carry the same 2 names on my nametag. They were much better than I am but I can only imagine the great amount of success that you had in the Costa Rica San Jose mission. You don't talk about it much because you are humble and I know it meant the world to you. I got that without you having to tell me millions of mission stories. :) I'm thankful for the Lord Jesus Christ and His holy name. He makes my mission worth everything. It would be useless to teach of Him if He never died and paid for our sins.
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