Where Am I? How Did I Get Here? Where Am I Going?





Monday, July 7, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

That is quite a bit of updates of what is going on. Well, it sounds like everything is extremely busy in some shape or form. I am happy to hear that the missionary work is moving forward in Lemoore. It has been a crazy week for us in different ways. I am happy to hear how Mom is doing. Glad things are going well for her. Keep it up! I feel bad for my poor dog. The Fourth of July always is a killer for her. Thank you for taking care of her thus far, especially to you Mom. I am glad that she is still alive.

Like I said, it has been a crazy week. We are moving forward in the work; well, at least, we are trying to get it to go forward. Monday, we stayed home and cleaned our apartment during P-Day. We had the funds to buy cleaner and we cleaned the bathroom and other places. I cleaned our vents that looked horrible. We learned that we need to get a filter for our air conditioner. And more recent, I have been putting pictures on the walls. I had another special nightmare on Sunday (refer back to White Oak). 


Tuesday, we knew that we were going to have problems getting around. We no longer have a GPS and we have maps at the apartment. The problem with our maps is that we cannot take them with us and they are hard to use for they have been plastered with maps. We decided to take some time to go to a gas station to get a map. After all, that is where maps of an area would be, right? NO. Not at all. We went to different gas stations and to CVS. Nobody had maps. We went to a bookstore; it had maps of everywhere, but Petersburg and Colonial Heights. We decided to go to the government for help. Well, we had no idea where city hall was, so we went to the courthouse. The courthouse led to city hall where we finally got a map for Colonial Heights. All in time for lunch. Well, seeing as we had one-fourth of our area, we ventured into Petersburg to obtain a map. We went to the library, then to city hall. Petersburg's City Hall did not have a map. They told us to go to the visitor center for a map. We parked near it, not realizing we were near it, and wandered around for a while, trying to find visitor's center. Finally, we went up to someone and asked. We went to it, where we were able to obtain a map. The people were highly excited to see us; they, unfortunately, do not get many people, it seems. We tried seeing a few people afterwards, but nobody was home. We headed to the Petersburg Apartment to pick up something for somebody. I decided to rummage around, seeing what was in the apartment. And, lo, I found maps. And they cover all of our area. It was a bit of a frustrating find, albeit good.

Wednesday, we had district meeting. Our district consists of us and another set of missionaries. We tried a few people in Petersburg, but realized we needed something in Colonial Heights. We got that and worked in Colonial Heights for the time until dinner. We went to the church in hopes of a missionary coordination meeting, but there was not coordination meeting. Instead, we were enlisted to help with somebody's Eagle Court of Honor. 

Thursday, we had interviews. It was a bit funny. I had a nightmare where I had interviews with President and I got sent home for no reason. And I woke up that morning, it was my year mark and I realized I had interviews. So, it was an interesting nightmare to wake up from. I received my package that day. Thank you. It was fun and interesting. I loved the tie. Thank you. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a fun interview. And we had fun at a member's house. These are the members that love to feed us. I am grateful for that. I got to know them a bit. The husband also likes the show Sherlock. He told me the third season was awesome. He also likes Avatar as well. My companion has seen some episodes of Avatar, which I was thoroughly sad about, but also glad that he too knows and likes it. 


 This is my friend Denice from Lemoore. She is receiving training at the Mexico City Missionary Training Center. She will come back to the states to serve in the New Mexico Albuquerque Mission.  She is a convert herself. She knew me from High School. Her mother is also a recent convert. So why give up 18 months of your life to do this. We do it because of the pure love of Christ and His saving grace. We also know that this church is true because of our testimonies through the Holy Spirit.
Friday, we were not invited anywhere. So, we worked. We worked during the day, trying to find less actives. Partially successful. We ate dinner at home and worked on the ward roster, also known as Project 2. I am trying to sort out the people in our area to different quadrants to make it easier to know where people are when we are in that area, instead of guessing. When it came to night, we turned off the lights and we used the glowsticks. Sad enough, there were hardly any fireworks at all that night. Nor the next. Nor any time before and after.  The glowsticks are and were great. The blue one was a light to itself. In fact, it woke me up at midnight seeing as it was so bright. I chucked it out of our room and did not fall asleep until two.

Saturday, we did more work, trying to contact people. Then, we had to clean the church. We were assigned that day. After cleaning, we headed over to the Petersburg apartment to get a drink. We were both exhausted. Sunday, we had church. We tried seeing some people and then headed home to work on the roster. I, feeling a bit tired, took a nap, hence I had one of those nightmares that I had once in White Oak. After waking up from that, I began decorating the house with pictures from the Ensign. Then, we had dinner with the members that often feed us and our investigator who is being baptized (now on 25th). We had a great time. We taught lesson 5, which was a first for me and first time teaching a lesson with my current companion. With the help of the members, it went smoothly. We went over the baptismal interview questions.

It has been one crazy week. I am happy that we are going forward, trying to be organized in our actions. I am happy that we are involved with the ward. I am happy that we are making efforts. I know that the Lord is aware of our actions.

All is well! We will go forward and onward!

Love,

Elder S. Todd

Nearing My One Year Mark



June 30, 2014



Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

I am in a state of utter disbelief. This is the very week. The week. You are indeed right. It was only a year ago that I left to Utah to the Missionary Training Center and then to Virginia. Now, it is a year left. I have to be honest. It doesn't make me happy. But, I will get to that.

I have been out more than Elder Avison by two transfers. Elder Avison is a wonderful, perfectly honest person. He bluntly states it as it is. It is a strength. I do believe that I will have a major growth with him. He is just as silent as I am and he does not smile as much. And it is just Elder Avison and I now. Elder Brown is gone; he has officially gone home. It is sad to see him go.

With Elder Brown leaving, he had a lot of things to take care of. I mean, he joined the Navy and has been trying to figure out ways to come back out here. (He had enlisted here, which means he will have to be in Virginia. His parents have yet to know about this plan of his.) It is the right decision for him (many blessings have been bestowed upon him). However, this week has been mostly bad. It is not entirely his fault, nor is it really his; it is just that he had a lot of things to take care of that took up the entire week. This coming week should be and is planned to be a week where we reestablish the work and contact with investigators.

With the Appomattox Ward, we cover Petersburg, Colonial Heights, and, the majority of our area, Dinwiddie County. With a budget of 950 miles, we cannot go far. Although this month, we currently have gone 112 miles over. I have a defense prepared in case of lectures arising. We are stationed at the Colonial Heights apartment, albeit we can transfer back and forth to the Petersburg Apartment. Only problem is that we have people to see in both areas and schedules and people do not mix. The idea of using the Petersburg Apartment is a great one, but is difficult to implement. We are limited to 20 miles per day and it is extremely hard to keep to that. There are certain difficulties. Tracting has to be done with caution; there are "safe" areas. Some finding has been done by going to the local mall by previous missionaries, but I automatically veto that idea. We do have an investigator there, but it is extremely difficult in my case to feel the Spirit. My brain goes for stimulation; noise, sound, pictures, and all of that just distracts me. There is a reason why I like quiet time, because otherwise, I would be terribly exhausted. There are issues arising, but as of now, it feels as though we are rebooting the area. We have been delayed a bit, but the work will go forward. I am happy to work here, because there are opportunities that are coming about.

Monday, it was a day of fulfilling tasks that needed to be done. At this time, we still had three. We were able to see a less active that day and help him out a bit. He is currently bedridden. 

Tuesday, we had lunch with a member. This member used to be in the Powhatan Ward. It was really fun talking about the people back in Powhatan. What I love about this ward is that I am close to Powhatan in boundaries and in certain members. We helped this member with fixing up his trailer's bathroom. (Yes, he lives in a trailer, but it is an awesome trailer.) We had dinner with a member that night as well. It was overfilling. That member gave us a personality test, which for me, hit it on the head. It was a "How Others See you" Personality Test. My result was, "Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful, and practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is broken." I have known this about myself and I know that this test really hit in the head. I remember taking another personality test for one of my psychology classes and talked about my having a martyr complex. It was pretty interesting to see that correlate with this test. After dinner, we talked with our investigator and we helped answer one of her questions.

Wednesday, I met the ward mission leader. I have no idea who the ward missionaries are as of yet and with all areas, nobody, but the ward mission leader and us show up for our meeting. Usually, we have correlation on Wednesdays, but this was not a correlation. I have been warned about our ward mission leader. So, when he asked where I came from, I actually surprised him by saying, "God." He thought I would say the prophet or my hometown. If I had said my hometown, I would have been lectured. I do not come from places. I reside in places. So, when he asked me where my parents resided, I told him, "Lemoore, California." Pretty much, I have to word my words carefully. Then after an introduction of myself, I was compelled by my companions to show my scriptures. The ward mission leader likes that I know my Bible. I am not so sure if that is a good thing with him. I feel like I am going to be toyed with and that is never fun. After that, he proceeded to explain about the Creation and his thoughts. After a while, my head started hurting. We tried talking about our people, but he wanted to talk about the Creation. We had an appointment afterwards with some members, which the ward mission leader attended with us. It was mainly for Elder Brown and his decision to join the Navy. I felt bad for him, because he barely got to speak and plead his case. After that session, the ward mission leader asked if there were any questions relating to the gospel. We got asked about the woman and the priesthood, specifically with the woman who got excommunicated. (We have been hearing all about it these couple days.) I was excited to finally be able to speak, but the ward mission leader continued to speak and helped explain it. All patience that I thought I had went out the window. I realized I am happy with speaking just a bit to put my two cents in, but when I am constantly trying to interrupt to say my part (seeing as he just kept on talking), it is frustrating. One thing I have always been sick of is people talking for me. I understand that I do not speak much, but I do say words and I am very careful of what I say. Mind you, I did not snap then, nor did I snap at all. I was just a bit frustrated afterwards.

Thursday, we stopped by a member's house. I believe we had dinner with them. But, they like to feed us on a regular basis, such as every Sunday if at all possible. They are an interesting family. 

Friday, we learned of new missionary changes. We now have to teach lesson 5, we are in charge of reteaching the lessons after baptism, and so on. I was quite surprised. We also had zone meeting, but a member needed help with moving. We simply asked and they let us go. The other two were so shocked; meanwhile, I was simply amazed at the new changes that were happening. So, we helped the member move and it was a nice good bye for them. 

Saturday, it was more things that needed to be done. 

Sunday, Elder Brown said his final good byes. I taught gospel principles. I felt like I did horrible. I had this spectacular idea that just went south. Of course, this idea was based on the amount of people, which I judged would be a lot based on the previous Sunday. As always, expect sudden changes. So, I slowly plowed through that hour, going off the top of my head on the chapter I assigned myself. Our investigator showed up that day. She has been investigating for a while and has had help from the members who recently moved. She has made decisions in her life that relate to the Church. Even more, she told the three of us she wants to be baptized after realizing the Book of Mormon is true. We do not have an official date, but she has plans. She wants the member who just moved to be there, because she promised that she would. Details are pending on that.
And so, I said good-bye to Elder Brown. It was fun. We have had similar mission experiences and similar family situations (of sorts). It was fun while it lasted. Elder Avison and I had a fun last week scaring him by jumping out of closets with metal doors. I tried duct-taping the bathroom door shut while he was in there to another door. The idea lasted until he was able to rip it open. It took a while and was mildly successful. I also scared Elder Avison by hiding behind a couch. I am going to have fun with Elder Avison, because just the way he is makes me laugh. I have not laughed in a very long time.

Now, I present to you, my summary of the year. This is my year in review. I am not really counting the MTC for much. While there were great moments, not much happened. The only big thing was our practice person who was an actual investigator and trying to figure out ways to actually help her progress. I loved White Oak and Fredericksburg. It is very historical, plus it is my first area. There were a lot of wonderful people. There were lots of good times and bad times. I look as it now as the Lord purging me; my faith grew in the light of Him. My testimony grew. I was ready to move forward with life. By the time I left, I helped see some miracles and build the area to suitable stance. I was able to see one person be baptized, but as I have now seen with another person that I taught, I will never know the effect that I have had on people's lives. I loved the people of Prince William and Woodbridge; the condensed nature and city of Woodbridge, I am not much of a fan. After growing faith and being purged, I learned to hold fast. Whether it was being on bike, dealing with the bike, or dealing with people constantly dropping us, I learned to endure. I am glad to see how much I was able to make it go forward. I heard of miracles happening after I left, but not much else after that report. I loved Powhatan. It was consistency of White Oak, only more country and spread out. It progressed nicely as well; I have of yet no report. I helped build these areas and leave my mark. The Lord's work has moved forward and I am happy to serve. I have grown so much and it has been only a year. I remember thinking that I would be on vacation here without the stress of school. No, the Lord has other plans and I have been more stressed, more exhausted, and more happy, all with the miracle of not having burnout. (Funny thing is, I had nightmares where I was behind on schoolwork and I wake up, thinking I have to catch up.) I have no idea what is going to occur this last year. It sucks that it is my last year; the reality is, it is. I would honestly love to stay. I know less of my immediate future than I do of the future. Whatever the case, I know that this year I need to build confidence. I am looking ahead instead of looking behind. I have finally forgiven myself of so many things. Now is the time to build confidence in myself and my decisions. Now is the time to prepare for my future. If anything at all, I have to prepare. I have received promptings and it is made obvious by God, especially seeing as I was with the process of Elder Brown's last moments in the field.

All is well!

Love,
Elder S. Todd

Believe You Can Bring Change



June 23, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,
I definitely expected the call from the former bishop (my parents received a call). I could not recall whether or not the current bishop of Powhatan was going to do something. But, I am glad that they did something and that you asked to be informed about our special investigator. 




 I am in the Appomattox Ward, which does indeed cover Petersburg, Colonial Heights, and other surrounding areas. The unfortunate thing is that we are confined to the two city limits, while the rest of the ward expands beyond that, due to the mileage limitations of 950. Yes, there are the poorer neighborhoods here. (I will not use the slang term, "ghettos," for Mrs. Salgado and for an avoidance of slang.) I know about my bike and other safety tips. Luckily, I am in a car. Speaking of safety tips, I am so excited. I get to train in the next district meeting about the section in the Missionary Handbook called "Physical and Temporal Well-Being." That includes my favorite subject of health and safety. I have plans on doing what I did for my Ted Bundy presentation and fake an injury.

My new address is (address withheld), Colonial Heights, VA 23834-1688. (There are two apartments and this is our mainstay.)  I got it off a box that was left in the apartment and it correlates with the apartment. I would not call this place a safe place to drop off packages. I have been wondering what to do for packages. I could (one) talk to the bishop or (two) have the UPS require a signature. The second option is what occurred in Powhatan. Whenever I had a package, they asked for a signature. But, that option can be rather difficult due to life as a missionary on the go.

I am now in this new area. Monday was filled with good byes. It is sad to leave an area and I actually felt like I was starting to get attached. A lot of things were happening and it felt like things were starting to build up. This is a cause of reflection for me. White Oak, I spent in six months. Prince William, three months, which is the same for Powhatan. I really do feel that I have helped build those areas. I put in my area a lot of effort and new ideas. I feel the Spirit confirms to me that is true. Things are now progressing in those areas. I heard in Prince William that one of our investigators actually came to church. Things were starting to happen when they otherwise seemed they would not. It is amazing to me that there is so much that has been going on since I left. I cannot imagine what will happen next.


Tuesday, we had breakfast with the bishop. It was the second to last goodbye (the last belonging to the driver). We get to transfers and I learn that I am going to Appomattox with Elder Avison and Elder Brown. Yes, to my own surprise, I am in a trio. Elder Brown is going home in a week from today (his schedule is off for he once was a Washington D.C. South missionary). It is hard being in trio. As much as I love my companions, one seems to dominate in taking charge and other tasks while the other follows and relies. Pretty much, I feel that I have to wait a week before putting in energy. Why? Well, this week was not the best, because not much happened. I have not a clue what is going on. Elder Brown is going home, so he is taking care a lot of things to prepare for his upcoming future. With that, we are pretty much stuck in helping him and also doing work. We cannot split up; we have to be in sight and sound of each other. Mind you, I am not complaining. There is a blessing in what may seem utter frustration. I am observing what is going on and coming up with ideas that can help this area. Not much is happening and the one that relies on others just goes and hopes that things work out. 
Elder Avison is a very dry humor person, who is very blunt. He puts it out there. My task for the transfers ahead with him are to smile. He does not smile and people often wonder what is wrong. Elder Brown is a humorous person as well. I cannot say much else, but he is planning to go into the Navy. 

Tuesday and Wednesday, Elder Brown went to the mission home to go to the temple. Meanwhile, I was Elder Avison and he introduced me to the area and some people. I got to see how he works. I find it important to find his strengths and utilize them. (The more I think about this, I feel like I am scheming, which makes me feel awful. But, I feel tested by the Lord and I am not trying to be full of pride. I am trying to figure out how to make this companionship go forward to help benefit the area.) Tuesday, I met a couple of members and a recent convert. Wednesday, I went to a less active and ended up meeting somebody else along with the person we were trying to see. That person, too, is a member. That member turned our visit into a game show, or so it felt. He asked me these different questions, such as "Who baptized John the Baptist," "What is the meaning of the seven stars and the seven golden candlesticks as spoken in Revelation," "What is the name of the woman at the well," etc. By attempting to answer his questions (I got the second question correct and I was the first of many to get it correct), it showed to the less active and this member that I love to learn. The member was happy that I smiled. We tried to see more people after that visit, had lunch, and saw another less active. It was quite fun to meet that less active, who is sick and cannot come due to illness. Racoons were chattering in his chimney. Dinner forgot about us and, because there was no food in the vacant (yet rented) apartment, all we ate was a spoonful of peanut butter. (Returning to the main apartment later, we ate dinner and, even later, realized there is actual food in the mainstay apartment.) We were going to have correlation, but the ward mission leader did not show up. He has not been showing up for quite a while, apparently. I have been warned about him, too. If he asks me where I am from, the correct answer would be God. If he asks me where I was born, the correct answer would be from my mother.

Thursday, I attended my first funeral on the mission. A member who had been sick had died before I arrived. We had other tasks that we needed to take care of afterward. 

Friday and Saturday, we took care of certain tasks that needed to be done. We tried to visit some people. One person, as we found out, was in the hospital and took an adventure to the hospital. We checked up on that person and made sure he was good. We gave him a blessing. 

Sunday, I was amazed. Imagine this: a sacrament meeting that is actually quiet. Usually, you have the occasional cries from kids. Not this time. It was quiet, though one kid ended up crying. You could actually hear the quiet and the person speaking. I paid no attention to it and then, the thought occurred, It is quiet here. It was perhaps the strangest thing. We again checked up on the person in the hospital. We checked up on a lady who is in a very bad situation. I hate doing nothing, but there is nothing that we can do. She recognizes that. Bless her heart.

Here I am, Monday. Energized, but tired. I am excited for the upcoming future. I have ideas, but I still have observations to make. I do plead for a letter soon. We are in a library- while, yes, nice- that does not like missionaries too much. There is a new library in Petersburg that requires a letter as proof of residence in this area. I sent a letter to Sean, because (one) I had to wish Sawyer a happy birthday for I was unable to get a card in time, (two) thank them for the picture of Reagan, (three) respond to their question, and (four) ask for a letter. I am going to have loads of fun in Appomattox.
All is well!
Love,
Elder S. Todd



And Who Shall Say It Was Not A Miracle?

These letters stand for the Hebrew phrase, Nes Gadol Haya Sham– which means “A great miracle happened there.” - http://toriavey.com/

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

Do you believe in miracles? There can be miracles if only you believe. 

What a week! There is so much to update. Mom's hair almost looks pink. It is definitely a new hairstyle. I hope Dad enjoyed a wonderful Father's Day. I am glad you enjoyed my note, Dad! I received your letters this week. It was good to read them! I loved the jokes; I thought they were hilarious. 

This week was chalk full of miracles and craziness. Starting with Monday. I want to reiterate the fact that our special investigator was not home for the appointment we had set up for last week. As her family claims, "She got upset and went to a friend's house." We have been praying for her, hoping that she is alright. So, we had a normal P-day (preparation day), playing Chess and Clue. I love Clue, but that is besides the point. We had those board games in the apartment. Miracle #1: A person who is active, but had no job, obtained a job last week. It was perfect for him! Small little miracle. He has been out of work and his situation has been iffy. I am thankful that he got a job. That was a small miracle. 

Tuesday. We enjoyed working at one of the less actives. We cooked lunch with them and had a great time. We do a lot for them in trying to help them stay attached to the gospel. We later went to contact a referral we received from other missionaries. The referral was a woman. She had requested for a blessing through her nephew. This woman has terminal cancer. I was the one that had to give the blessing. It was hard, but I put my faith out there. May God bless her and all those who are going and have gone through cancer. 

Wednesday. We decided to go see our special investigator to see if she is home. Nobody was home. Disappointed, we went home and had an early lunch. Miracle #2This stretches back to Sunday. Our special investigator came home from church; the member that took her to church gave our special investigator her phone number. Our special investigator kept it. She has been having family issues, where her family has been leeching off of her. They fight a lot and she is tired of it. Well, Sunday after church, her family had another fight. Our special investigator threatened to call the cops. They did not like that, so they took away the phones and, essentially, made her prisoner in her own home. What does our special investigator do? Oh, just wakes up at midnight, sneaks out of her home, goes to the road (which is 0.2 miles from the house), and hitchhikes to a friend's house. Yeah, she ran away from her family at midnight, which explains Monday. Wednesday, she got into phone contact, called the member, and the member called us. We talked to our special investigator and set up an appointment. Prayers were indeed answered and we had nice appointment with her and her friend. 


But, this is not at all. Just you wait. Miracle #3: We have a section of the area that we never go to due to mileage limitations. It would kill us for the month. The ward mission leader, on Sunday, told us that he would like to take us to Amelia, that section that is hardly touched, to find three less actives. I prayed for Wednesday to be a miracle day and that we would see the less actives, all of them. Prayers are indeed answered. Not only did we get to see our special investigator (which was a major surprise), we saw all three less actives and a referral in Amelia. One less active had Parkinson's and was not too interested. Another had some contact with the Church and does not mind us stopping by. The last less active was nuts. Crazy. Proud Southerner and made it obvious that he was a bit racist. He had a wall of death, meaning he had dead animal heads on a wall. He did not mind us coming back to him again. And we talked to the referral a bit. A follow-up contact will be best.

Thursday. My companion had received notice that he would be receiving a package. He is, I say this jokingly, a creeper. So, we were headed home to eat lunch, when he saw the UPS truck and pulled off the road. He wanted to make sure that the truck was coming our way, which he did. If it did not, he would have followed the truck until it stopped. The truck stops somewhere before our house and we just go home. My companion stood outside, while I went in, to watch to make sure we were not missed. Eventually, he went in. To make it even more awkward, when the UPS man did come to our door, he instantly recognized my companion and said, "Oh, I was wondering why you were staring at me." 

Miracle #4: Remember also last week about how I told you of car accidents that have occurred here? Remember the person who was T-boned? Yeah, he is another miracle this week. Two weeks ago now (last week, it was only a week after the crash), he got hit as he was turning out into an intersection by somebody going 60 miles per hour and was helicoptered to the hospital. He had a broken neck and back and a huge cut on his head. The driver of the other car received only cuts and bruises while the passenger received a broken thumb. Well, on Thursday, he was up and moving. He was moving fast, even with a broken neck and back. He still had a neck brace on. Even more, he was cleared to go to work! The doctor, who saw him in the emergency room, was astonished and could not believe what had occurred. The doctor kept on uttering, "There is no way."

Friday. Miracle #5: This day we went out with one of the youth. We had received a referral from the office just that morning. We figure we should go see that person and we did. She was a person who also had terminal cancer. She has, I believe, breast cancer that is stage 4, grade 3, and triple negative. This cancer feeds off of her. This woman was impressed that we showed up so quickly, because she only talked to her friend in Richmond, only that morning. This woman was happy as can be and relies on God. Even more, she is taking no pain medicine nor any antidepressants. If she does, she would die. She could have an adverse reaction to radiation. And she, while in pain, is happy. She was concerned for her husband, because her husband is trying to do everything from work to helping her to taking care of the house. We offered to help. This woman also had a card that she received from a non-member youth during a Relay for Life. It really touched her; our youth knew the person who signed the card. This woman and the connections we could make was a miracle.

Saturday. We had a ward picnic at a lake. It was nice to be with the people. My companion made cookies. I really enjoyed my time. I loved it. People swam in the lake and we just played games. We talked with the people and it was the best time ever. 

As much as this next event did not seem like a miracle, I am still referring to it as a miracle. It is obvious as bad as it is that I was meant to be here. Miracle #6: Friday, we received a call from our special investigator, saying she needed help with moving some stuff. At the picnic, we got some help. Our special investigator needed some things out of her house. We arrive at her house (she and her friend were in the driveway) with the member driving behind us. A policeman comes up and escorts us up the driveway. The police are involved with her situation. We get out of the car and we need to get inside. The front door is locked and the key does not work. Any doors into the main part of the house are locked. We open one of the garage doors (there are two) that was unlocked and I, due to it being a small space, crawl in. I open the main garage door and then we tried another side door. It too is locked. The policeman is watching us and giving us occasional tips. The member ended up taking off one of the storm windows by the front room and opening up the window. The member removed glass items and called me over. Another small space for a small person to crawl through. I crawl into the home and open the doors for them. The police entered, making sure nobody was home. Thankfully, nobody was. The policeman left, seeing as there was nothing left for him to do. Our special investigator's bedroom was locked. Using an old library card of mine, we broke in. (On a side note, perhaps I should learn lock picking skills.) Our special investigator needed some papers for court to be rid of her family. She, by the grace of God, was able to find them.



Still on Saturday. We ate dinner and went to a less active's home. There we got the call. I handed the phone to Elder Clifford, because he felt that he was leaving. He is indeed leaving. Without hanging up, he hands the phone to me. I, too, am being transferred out of Powhatan. Off to a new destination. So, it is a bit of headache, trying to leave a thousand notes about this area. Sunday. We sang Take Time To Be Holy, accompanied by the member who got the perfect job. He is such a wonderful pianist and I felt so privileged to sing that song. It was his first song that he accompanied someone to and that was his mother. We both bore our testimonies. The rest of the day was filled of saying good bye to people. It sucks, because I was starting to get attached to these people and, much more, it is hard saying good bye to people. But, I must move on. And today, we have said good bye to people and had zone P-day. I did not do much, because I incidentally had most of my clothes already packed from the previous transfer and never felt inclined to unpack them.
President Wilson, or rather the Lord, likes patterns. Elder Clifford, Elder Frank, and Elder Longman all have a common thread to them and that is one companion. My chances are that I will receive that companion or a companion of his. Also, I figured I might be gone. There is one missionary that whenever he comes along, I end up leaving. He is my curse, in a sense. Who knows where I will be.

That is the wonderful, miraculous, and crazy week I had. Perhaps I should not have been involved with our special investigator's issues, but she has no one and I was needed.
All is well! 
Love,

Elder S. Todd