I got to go to the Hermosillo temple with the rest of my zone. Wow, that was interesting. And a bit confusing with all the Spanish. But it was cool.
Other than that, let me explain my letters from the past couple weeks. I have wasted absolutely zero time in my mission (I don´t count SLC, since I worked mentally even when my companions didn´t allow me to work physically), and if I have been less than my best, it has been because I am just not accustomed to it--and that happens to every single new gringo missionary. Or at least, that´s what I´ve understood from the other missionaries here. Their first weeks were hard too, but it seems like something clicked this week.
I was listening to a GC talk while exercising in the morning, named "Your Mission will change everything," by an authority I don´t remember. It was a great talk, and it reminded me of the words President Hinckley´s father had for him: "Forget yourself, and go to work." I´ve heard that phrase many, many times, but for some reason, this time, something happened. I accepted it, or something. I don´t know, but it made an impression in a way different than ever before. Like I said, something just clicked.
That day was the best day I´ve had in the field. I stopped thinking and started doing. It felt amazing. As I told E. Cancino (but in Spanish), "Today, I feel like a missionary." Then, again, with my hands raised to the sky, "I AM A MISSIONARY!! GAH!! YEAH!"
And I don´t know if I mentioned this before, but E. Cancino is the only member in his family. He was baptized when he was 16, and left on a mission just two years later. That would be so hard--he´s a better man than I am. And Dad, you were too. I don´t know if I would have that kind of strength. But thanks for going on a mission, Dad.
Love you all. I´m out of time, but things are getting better, and it looks like I´m getting stronger. Adios!
Elder Humbert
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