Phillipians 1:3

(Aldste Cummings)
Halloj!

Boom. What a week. I don't feel like writing this will actually do it justice, but here we go. Gonna give her the ol' college försök.

We got some churros this morning with the elders from Kungsbacka and we were in the middle of Gothenburg and this seagull just swoops in gives me a little love-tap on the back of the head and takes a bite out of Elder Gilson's churro. Birds that grow up in the city are really brazen buggers. They grow up on the streets and do whatever they need to survive. Way different than birds that live in more forgiving, natural environments. Interesting social commentary. Kendrick Lamar could probably rap about that.

This week we went on a couple trips through the city swinging by people we have in the phone. It was cool to explore other parts of the city that I had never been to before and meet and talk to them there. There is something about this city that just steals my heart. I'm gonna miss it.

A couple weeks ago we were witnesses to this really quite incredible miracle. We were knocking doors and we met this woman who said that she had lived with a member family in the United States in from 1980-81. We asked her where and she said Colorado to which I responded, "My mom lived in Littleton, Colorado" which, as it turns out, is where she lived! Turns out, she lived with Sergeant Packer, one of the members of our branch presidency in the MTC and a good friend to my mom's parents. Super crazy. The jury is still out on whether or not she met my mom or mom's family but the connection is still pretty insane anyway. The odds of me going on a mission to Sweden, being assigned to serve in Västra Frölunda and then knocking on her door in Åkered when she happened to be home to answer, are uncanny. What a coincidence. Just kidding, I definitely believe it was God.

Anyway, last night we had dinner with her and her family! It was sooo fun. It was so fun to just talk to them and answer all of their questions about the church--they had a lot--and get to know them better. It felt so good and warm and inviting. We even got our transfer calls from the zone leaders at their house. They thought it was so cool to get an inside scoop into how the mission works. I'm so thankful I was able to meet them and spend some time with them. Thank you, Eva-Liz for giving me a little taste of home out here.

Anyway, as I've mentioned, we received transfer calls yesterday. I will be leaving Gothenburg and will be transferring to Boden. The northernmost area in the mission. Literally like an hour south of the Arctic Circle. It'll be cold. It'll be dark. It'll be snowy. It will not be as far north as Tromsø, yes Dad I know. But it'll be a real, genuine, Swedish winter. I'm really excited to go and experience it.

I am absolutely heartbroken though that I will be leaving Gothenburg. It's such an incredible city and I've fallen in love with it. But more than that, the people that I've learned to love here will always be in my heart forever. The members and others I've met have changed my life and really are some of the best, most welcoming, most faithful, and most loving people I've ever met. I love them from the very bottom of my heart. Gothenburg will always be a very special place in my memory. My scripture of the week is directed to those of you who have made my stay here so rewarding and uplifting. Thank you so much for everything you have done for me while I have been here the past four months. You are wonderful disciples of Christ. Continue to share your love and light with the world. "I thank my God upon every remembrance of you" (Phillipians 1:3).

Have a great week!
Love,
Äldste Cummings


1. Gothenburg is so humid that when it gets cold e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g frosts over. This picture is just frost. No snow.
2. Just to give a little more perspective of just how far north Boden is.
3.Just to give a little more perspective of just how far north I will be traveling.
4.Just to give a little more perspective of just how much further north I will be than the rest of you.
5.Good Kid Maad City (ft. Streetgull).
6.A little kid in the ward wrote this to us. It's adorableness made nearly made me cry. Don't try typing it into google translate because half of the words are spelled wrong anyway.

7. This was a little sketchy.