Tjena stora hundar,
This week was way fun. Because it was the last week of the
transfer and all the members wanted to make sure they covered their bases
before any of the missionaries got the boot, we had tons of meals with everyone
to say goodbye.
Just yesterday, we got news about transfers. Elder Seely
will be transferring to a city a little southwest of Stockholm. It will be sad
to see him go. The last of Papa Cummings' little birdies is leaving the nest.
In his place is coming Elder Childs. I know very little
about this man, but soon will I know more. He'll be coming here on Wednesday
and has been assigned to do the dirty work of "killing" me. That is
to say, be my last companion before I finish my mission. It will be a wild
ride.
On Monday we went back to the families of the girls that
followed us around that one time (see my email two weeks ago), and we gave
their families invitations to come to our ward activity next month.
Unfortunately, they weren't interested in hearing more of our message, but they
appreciated that we came back.
But wait! There's more. On Tuesday we traveled out to that
same area again to visit someone and the little girls were out again. They
followed us around (again) asking after every door if the people "wanted
to talk about Jesus." Then, we figured out that they had already knocked on
all the doors in the neighborhood with the flyer to our activity to invite all
their neighbors to come to "the two American guys' church party:" It
was so adorable.
On Wednesday, we were running late and we ended up having to
do our companionship study at the library in town instead of going back to our
apartment. As we were leaving, I saw a familiar face in the library lobby (ha
try saying that 5 times fast*). I stopped for a second to try to place where I
had seen the woman while Elder Seely kept walking and I called for him to come
with as I then turned back to run over and say hi. Turns out, this woman and
her boyfriend who were living in Karlskrona who were taught by the sister
missionaries and wanted to be baptized there over a year ago but were not able
to for various reasons had moved here to Halmstad! They had lost contact with
the church and the missionaries but then I (probably one of 2 missionaries in
the whole mission who would recognize them) was transferred here and we were
late that specific day and I just happened to make eye contact with her as we
were walking out of the library. Holy cow. The odds of that are simply insane.
God is aware of each and every one of His children and He cares enough about
them to give them countless chances to come closer to Him.
We're praying that this couple again feels the joy of the
gospel and recognizes the love that God is extending toward them in this second
chance. He is always there reaching out to us. He asks only that we, as Jacob
affectionately puts it "cleave unto [Him] as he cleaveth unto [us]."
Have a great week!
Love,
Äldste Cummings
*Just kidding, it's not that hard.
Pictures
1. Elder Seely and I accidentally stumbled on Halmstad's hidden South Pacific-looking pirate cove thing. Pretty rad.
2. Sri Lankan food. It was to die for.
3. We fulfilled our dreams of walking through a canola field with the coolest Sri Lankan couple ever and a couple of Swedish kiddos.
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