The Devil on my shoulder seems to change from day to day... week to week. It's coming with all sorts of confusion. Not overwhelming or debilitating... just thought provoking and soul searching. While the angels are coming down with more blessings than I ever deserve. Two new investigators this week. I don't know what we're doing that's right but doors are opening and even if they aren't we're climbing through the proverbial windows to try and catch some success... and we're catching a lot. Fingers pointed to the sky. It's all coming from above... we're just learning how to be His tools. All looking up.
I did also cut off some chicken heads... and I don't say that in a figurative sense. I'll send you some pictures. Pretty gnarly. After I plucked the chicken that I saw running around a few minutes before...I felt like I arrived to the thing we call manhood. I also can't stop washing my hands every time I think about the "manly" experience either. So it's a bitter sweet memory now.
Cheers,
Elder Merrill
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| Hey that's me holding a dead chicken |
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| Hey that's me holding another dead chicken |
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| Hey Mom! Is that the carnation farm you took me to as a kid? |
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| Hey there's a pretty view |
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