Through The Working Class

My hands are slightly cold today but they're steady. Ready.

Trying to describe this week would be like trying to describe why new carpet is my favorite smell. It's just something that words don't know how to do. Especially when they're under my hands. A lot of things are happening. New things. Old things. All things. I don't even have anything really specific to say. I feel like I failed a lot this week and it feels like one of the most successful line of days I've lived here in Big Rock. I'm all over the place right now ha let me see if I can narrow it down a bit.

We have new potential investigator(s). Which is somewhat of a miracle I would say. Tracting, Member Work, Referrals, Service, they're all lining up for us. A lot of service. We're trying to develop a family mission plan and help the ward set goals for their homes of how to be more missionary minded. It has a lot of potential. I'm excited... to say the least. We went to the Relief Society President's house the other night and she is exactly what we need. She gave us a long list of people to help and a lot of people to potentially teach. We're hoping to help other members in the ward get excited about missionary work like that. If there's one thing I want to leave this ward with it's the motivation and hope for a better missionary area. It can happen. The numbers aren't anything. At the end of the day the question of loyalty and success still resides in the question from my Savior, "Do you love me?" And when I see that I've given it my all with all the failures and inadequacies in mind, I can still answer honestly and unashamed that I do. That's the kind of peace that only comes from this Gospel.

Well I'm happy, struggling and striving. What more could I ask for,

Elder Trent Jay Merrill