I thought my title was appropriate. It seems our efforts here are a "one grain at a time" type thing. One seed... one small sprout... a touch of fertilizer or water here and there... and a few pieces of grain from our efforts. We were able to teach that family, the Nedicia family, with their cousin from the YSA ward. The lesson was choppy on our part (first time I've taught the restoration in.... too long) but it was received pretty well and we set a loose baptismal commitment with the mother and the daughter. The type where when they don't commit right off, you ask if when they find these things out for themselves, if then they'll be baptized. The mother's name is Letty, the son Ernie and the daughter Samantha. Ernie didn't say one way or the other; he just wanted to go play. It might be hard to get through to the male youth but we'll keep trying. Perhaps as his mom and sister read and pray and gain a testimony, he will too. They wanted to be at church but she got called in to work and wasn't able to make it. We're seeing them again tomorrow.
I've been somewhat under the weather this past week. It's an odd term when not used during the winter but I wasn't entirely sick, just not feeling super well. I'm wondering if I'm becoming or am mildly allergic to something that frequents my diet because I seem to have at least a mild stomach ache at some point almost every day. Nothing seems to have changed on either end of the digestive process so it's slightly disconcerting. I better not be allergic to gluten or something; I'd lay down and die right now. ha. Not sure how I could find that out or even do much about it as a missionary. Wednesday was the only day it was enough of an issue as to render me unable to perform normally so unless it gets worse I'll probably just ignore it. I might try monitoring and changing things in my diet to see if it influences my stomach at all.
I thought of a couple similar titles to your email mom. Something having to do with dousing the flame or changing the guards or something. It seems in life, trials are like... a machine gun. They barrage us for a while and then we get a reprieve during the "reload" time. haha. Not to be morbid or negative or anything. We should definitely be grateful for the times, however short or long, when the broilers in our life are turned off. haha :)
Sometimes I feel like Dory. Just keep tracting, knocking, finding... haha. I burst into song in my head but don't know how to transcribe it into words very well. Hmmm.... "dory! stop singing!" "When you waAAAAANT to tract you find some doors to knoooocckk!" Something along those lines. With a warble in the middle of the word "want." HA.
Anyways. I've got 40 weeks left until I'll be coming home. I found a sticker poster/book of the original 150 pokemon that I'm going to use as a countdown for the last 150 days of my mission, which will start in August sometime. haha.
I love you guys! Mother's day isn't far around the corner... :)
Love,
Elder Nelson Browning
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