Feliz Dia de Bruxas, in english, happy Haloween (Day of Witches if you want that exact translation). This week has been spooktacular and I'm ready to get into it.
The work continues and where actualy getting people to teach wich is SO exciting! I loved teaching of Christ and I've definitely seen how the gospel has something for everyone.
Portugese keeps on, on top of daily study the members of my wards have been kind enought to help me practice and so I get to teach two practice lessons a week which is so great. Im trying to try to think in Portugese more and more and I'm starting to feel like I'm getting somewhere. Mind you I'm under no illusions I won't be cooked when I hit Brazil, but you do what you can. No use stressing when it can't be helped.
This week we had our ward Halloween pary wich for yall not in the know, is known as "trunk or treat" because you decorate your trunk and hand candy out to kids. We made 10 comandment headstones cuz they lokey already looked like graves. We handed out like 10 pounds of candy and got to dress up. If you can figure out who Elder Parmenter and I where feel free to reach out, but no points for Elder Corless who didn't dress up :( muito triste.
Halloween night I got to play Dungeons and Dragons and put my roommates against the evils the the vampire Count Strahd Von Zarovitch. After a great night of rolling dice and bashing the undead, the lord of undeath fell from his castle. I didn't realize how much I missed playing D&D but now I'm so ready to get back to work!
Spiritual Thought: There is a story from one of my favorite books of a man who raced a great storm. He raced it over mountains, plains, and whole contents. He ran and ran, out running the storm dispite imense hardship and pain. At the end, his body, having given all it can, falls and his life ends. When the storm catches up it pauses, the man ran all he could and the storm understood that this had to be done. We all race our storms and it is often hard or even impossible. No matter how strong our will, we will always find times that no matter what we feel despritly short, but he kept running and so can we. The story ends with the man's spirit rising to run evermore, to race the storm without tire or pain. If we do what we can we will find our storms things of the past. Trust in God, He uses weak things and makes them strong, He perfects us and that storm we tried desperately to keep ahead of today can be a small problem tomorrow.
- God be with you till we meet again,
Elder Bennion
P.S. yeah, that's a picture of me with Szeth and his Highspren and for the record, nightblood had a smoke machine so it was indeed bleeding black smoke.
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