a little late, but still good

November 4, 2009

I hate to say it, and I know you hate to hear it, but I have absolutely no time. Today we went to the mission home to have a zone activity and we just barely got back.

I am happy. I am healthy. I have Total Eclipse of the Sun by Bonnie Tyler stuck in my head.

Things are good.

Really quick, I am doing good on supplements. I am out of life pack, garlic, running low on latero flora, normal flora and could use some sort of muscle soreness lotion or something of the sort. If you believe that the above items should be included in La Carrmacia (mix between Carr and Pharmacia (Pharmacy)) then feel free to include them in the Thanksgiving packages. And yes, I do expect to be receiving something for which I can give much thanks this month.

I have now blown Happy Birthday Kisses to the following people: Isis, Harrison, Preston. It may take a while for them to get there because I had to send them by land, the international kiss blowing rates were a little beyond my price range.

You may be thinking that the following comment was unnecessary and a waste of time. You may be right.

Even quicker now, I got to take part in some pretty cool stuff this week. I got to be part of my first baby blessing. We threw together an awesome BBQ last Saturday which was a blast. At the mission home today President was greeting us at the door as we were walking in and he laughed when he saw me and gave me a hug- not sure yet if this is good or bad. And most importantly I got to be part of a really cool one on one with Ronnie. We were at his house and E. Driggs was helping the family with the food and I was sitting and chatting with Ronnie. He told me he was having a really hard time because of his problems with alcohol and didn’t think he was going to be able to overcome it. Ever since his brother in law died he has been hitting the bottle pretty hard. He is now to the point that he can make it through a whole week, but every weekend he falls. He was so depressed and really didn’t think he could. I got to have a cool experience kind of pumping him back up. I don’t remember hardly anything that I said, but that is just because very little of it was even mine to say. Mostly just told him that I didn’t ever want to hear him say that he couldn’t, because I know, and I know he knows that Christ already did it. Something I have noticed this past week is that in a lot of the places that it mentions faith it almost always mentions hope. And even more impacting to me that it often mentions patience along with it. We must have hope that we can. The faith gets us going, and patience keeps us up fighting. I pretty much told him what I knew: Not very much at all. I am horrible with history, even worse with the future, but I know without a doubt certain things. That is that Joseph Smith saw what he saw. That God answers prayers. That we can because He did.

Sorry if you were totally lost through that. I wanted to try to write as much down as I could because I knew that I would forget how it felt by next week. I think he cried a bit, I couldn’t tell though because someone threw water in my eyes.

Sorry about the whole time thing, I tried to cruise and I still went over what I had.

Love you tons,

Sky