Blessed

Hey all!

Since today is the day in between when the Declaration was signed and when it was published, I thought nothing would be more appropriate than sharing some of my experiences via gratitude for our wonderful country. Saturday, we did missionary work outside the CCM, which prompted this discourse.

In America, we don't have bars on our windows, walls on our streets, or spikes on our fences. Our churches don't have prison fences, and our dogs don't live in the streets. We don't sleep above our shops, and we can drink our water. We trust our police, and we have traffic laws. Our most mentally unhealthy live largely in institutions, not roaming the streets. Our cities are clean, and our homes are safe.

I was only out contacting for a couple hours, but it changed my view of the world. I can only imagine how much more it's going to change in the next couple of years. So grateful for my country, my situation, and the fact that I speak English.

As blessed as we are to live in America, it pales in comparison to how blessed we are that the gospel of Jesus Christ was restored to the earth, and I'm learning every day how fortunate I am to be able to share that message full-time.

The gift of tongues is real.

Love you all! I'll have more stories and such once I'm out in the field; classes are very fun to be in but not much fun to email about. Also, I had to repent this week for not doing more as a member to help out the missionaries before I came... and I live in Provo. Give that a bit of thought ;)

Until next week,

Elder Child