When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Transfers were this week and guess what everyone? HERMANA ROSALES AND I STAYED TOGETHER. So obviously the church is true and God answers prayers. She's the best. We're excited to have these next few weeks together in La Peña, to see our investigators baptized. We're working with an amazing family who we found last week and already love so much. Familia Gonzalez Torres. They couldn't make it to church yesterday, but they're going to come this week. Alix (the husband) has had multiple dreams of people telling him the church is true. (More about them next week, because like always, I'm out of time.)
This Thursday we're going to the temple, so once again I'm inviting you all to join me. If you can't do it Thursday, at least go this week. If you can't go in, at least go walk around outside. Let me know about your experience and send photos too!
Love you all so much.
"In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return,
To your thought I'll soon be list'ning; in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end,
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again."
Hermana Ludlow
BE GOOD
TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER