I feel unworthy to call you that now. I have been transferred from the hood to Caldwell, which is just as good as Beverly Hills. This is more appropriate:
Here is a ward that functions. When we baptize someone, they will stay active. Where is the challenge? Who will I yell at now? What will I yell? My new companion has leaky gut, so he says I will have to eat his portion, double the food, double the weight gain. Every member we visited has told us, "We gotta have you over for dinner." What am I going to do now?? This is my worst nightmare.
We have a developing area. We only have one investigator on a baptismal date. We also received a referral last night. I guess the challenge is there; we will accelerate the growth of this area by finding people to teach.
Before we taught that referral last night, we went to a mission-held fireside. Sister Stout and I performed His Hands, which is a song that makes me cry. As I looked over at the people we were performing for, people from Scotch Plains Stake that I have come to love after a year and a half in their service, I cried. I will miss Jew Nersey. My days as a missionary are almost over.