Monday, May 18, 2015

Email Update: 5/18/2015--Last Transfer

Dear Everyone,

It sounds like things were both boring and crazy at the same time. So... normal, I guess. Congrats, Jeff!

Anyways, This was an extremely slow week. Eh, it happens, I know, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. The weird part of it was, while nothing seemed to happen, the week just kind of disappeared, and it's Monday again. Now, I'm staring down the barrel of my final transfer on my mission, and the only thing that I can think of is, "What's gonna happen now?" 
The main thing that I hope for this last little bit of my mission is that I stick to the things that I've learned, and possibly help someone else learn something good for them, too. The thing that I'm concerned about is not being able to focus, because of shear lack of time (not sure if I used the right "shear" there, but you get my point). I've now seen quite a lot of missionaries come and go, both for the sisters, and the whole range of experiences that they all have. They really do range, but the main focus that I have seen is that some go home with an attitude of "What do I do now? I'm not on a mission anymore..." while others are of the "I'm so glad that's over" category. I think I'll probably sit somewhere in the middle of those two. Can't say for sure, though; we'll just have to wait and see.

There was one really cool thing from this week to share. This last weekend was Stake Conference, and it was a really good one. There was an member of the 70 there speaking, and for the Saturday eveningsession, he called up several families that ranged from new converts to reactivated members, and asked them about their conversion stories. It was really cool to hear the different, but very similar tales. They all had different experiences, but they all had amazing support from friends, neighbors, and other members as they learned. It was another stark reminder of how little the missionary actually does, and how much the friends and family around the individual does, conversely. Most of all, it was a reminder of how the Spirit is the one who teaches, not the two kids in white shirts. We are more like the hose that the water rushes through, then the water itself. It's a good thing, too; a trickle is all I could be, and that just doesn't cut it. The Spirit always touches the heart of those who are ready, and almost in spite of the missionaries, things will work out. It was a really comforting reminder that I'm not alone in this effort, and that my short comings will be made up for in the people who I care about live's. (Grammar... Not my strong suit.)

Well, I think that will do it for this letter. Thank you for everything, and have a fantastic week!

Love and Insanity, Elder Stuver

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