As you know I was unexpectedly transferred early two weeks ago, and last Monday I got a new companion. So first, a bit about my companion, Elder Leavitt.
Elder Leavitt is from Kenniwick, WA (Of the 4 missionaries in the Creekside ward, none of us are from Utah). He reported to the MTC on July 24, 2013. So yes, only one transfer older than me. He is 18, turning 19 pretty soon here though. He marched alto sax all through high school but wishes he had played a brass instrument. Besides knowing what DCI is, his favorite corps is the Cavaliers or Phantom Regiment. He has dark brown hair and glasses. He is an eagle scout. He loves Hot Rod. He doesn't like spicy food. he gets migraines. Our old companions are now companions in his first area. The jaws of people who know me can now be picked up off the floor, because the list of similarities just continues.
I've pretty much determined that so far we are essentially the same person. Which makes things pretty good as far as our companionship goes. Which is definitely a blessing from the Lord, given the task we've been assigned with in the area.
On to the day by day:
10/28 Monday- Spent most of P-day with my district leaders (they are Korean speaking) and two of the local Chinese speaking elders. One of them is from Beijing, so we were able to talk about some cool stuff there. The other Chinese elder is a close family friend of the Martindales, so that was a weird and unexpected connection. Elder Leavitt showed up around 2 and we spent the rest of P-day getting him moved in and what not.
Tuesday- After morning studies we had a brief correlation with the Sister missionaries in the ward to determine how to move forward in the ward. After that we visited a recent convert named Miguel. We had a pretty visit with him talking about how blessings are predicated on obedience and things like that. We also talked about how we can help him introduce a lot of his friends to the gospel in the coming weeks. Miguel has, get this, banana trees (technically banana shrubs). He also introduced us to a mysterious fruit that grows on a tree in his yard. We still don't know what it was, but it was pretty good. The rest of the day was spent riding around trying to find less actives from the ward list, which was semi-successful. We found a few names that moved, and a few good ones for the sisters to be visiting.
mormon.org card. He turned around a took it. Usually, at this these street contacts are turned into conversations about the person we're contacting, but Elder Leavitt just went for it and asked if he wanted to meet with missionaries, and he said yes! He doesn't live in our area, but we got his information and missionaries will be meeting him pretty soon hopefully. So that was a very successful outing. After dinner, which was preceded by possibly the longest uphill ride of my life, we were forced home early. Elder Leavitt never really fully recovered from Tuesday night, and as we left dinner I was pretty sure I was going to have to put his lungs back in his chest. So I studied while he went to bed early.- Our hosts, the Helburgs randomly left on a 3 day cruise on Princess. We did studies and weekly planning until lunchish and then went to find a HQ referral we got . The address was bogus though. However, we did meet a guy who was pretty interested. We were at a corner looking at the map when for some reason I looked up, just in time to see him. I called out, asking if I could give him a
So that was the week. We lost a couple days due to illness, but Elder Leavitt is all ready to go. This week we've set a goal to find 2 new investigators, and it's what we fasted for yesterday. We know that if we are exactly obedient, study hard, ride harder, and have faith the Lord will help us accomplish that goal. I hope you are all doing splendidly, and that the spirit is teaching you something each and every time you open the scriptures, I know it has taught me a lot this week.
Joseph Smith truly was a prophet, and the Book of Mormon is literally the most important book that exists in the world.
Love you all,
Elder Brett Whitney