Time really feels like it's going by so quickly. This transfer has already started and it's already 1/6th of the way done. I'm almost at a year and two months. This is way crazy. Halloween is already past, and Thanksgiving and Christmas is just around the corner. But anyway, I'm not really trunky or anything. We've been having a tough time finding people, but we've still been teaching members quite a bit, so that's good. Today's been kind of a tough day where it seems like one thing after another is just going wrong, one small thing after another. But thankfully the scriptures save the day because in my reading of the Book of Mormon, I just happened to be reading in Alma 8, where Alma went to go teach in Ammonihah, and was cast out by the people. He was way down but was visited by an Angel who told him to be more positive, and to go back and work, and it really helped me. I don't usually write home about this kind of stuff, but I thought that it was kind of cool.
We're working hard since it's the beginning of the Transfer. Meetings and training going on for the next 2 or 3 weeks. Elder Neal L Anderson is coming on the 19th and 20th, and he's going to be speaking to the mission on the 19th. We're all way stoked for it. There's a new Assistant, Elder Hilton, who I've been around for most of my mission. Elder Moen, who was the last Assistant and my trainer, is now training once again up in Morgantown. Elder Ames, one of the other missionaries in our ward, is also training a brand new missionary from San Diego, he's pretty cool. They're getting along good so that's better than his last companion. Elder Stoker and I are together for at least one more. We'll see because he's starting to get a little bit older in the mission.
We were talking with some people at church yesterday. There's a couple of younger girls, around 9 and 13 years old I think. We were talking with the lady that brings them to church and we found out that they're not members, but their dad is Less Active. We were saying hi and introducing ourselves to them, and they didn't say a word, didnt smile, didnt look us in the eye. Maybe it's just me, but children have a certain light in their eye, and when it's not there it makes me just want to do what I can to help them to get it. Their names are Ariel and Storm. Not even kidding. The oldest is Storm, and apparently when she was born, there was a huge storm that came out of no where, so her parents named her Storm. She seems the most unhappy. Back home, I know that there would be people that would tell me to just mind my own business, and to leave them alone, but that's the problem with this world. No one cares enough to help each other out, and those kids are the ones that could be teaching my children in school someday, or leading the country I'm in, or pulling me over when I roll through a stop sign. I guess, it's just been bugging me since I met them, sorry for kind of rambling.
There's not a whole lot going on other than that. Just meetings and more missionary work. We're working hard and trying to find more people to teach. Unfortunately knocking doors isn't too effective, and finding through members isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be, at least not yet. Fall is all around, and there's no more green. I really do wish I had a camera that could do all the colors justice, but I would be too distracted by it if I had one. There's a member who asked if I could do a shoot for their family if they provided the camera for some service, so we'll see. That would be a dream come true, for sure.
Well, until next week, Love y'all!
~Elder Wiederholt
888 Oakwood Rd Ste 310
Charleston, WV 25314
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