What a crazy week, if you want to know what I did this week just read last weeks. Except what I'm about to tell you. This week was the end of the transfer. And I really wanted to leave this place. You get a feeling after a while and when it comes you know it's your time to go. But the guarantee of me leaving was not known and could only be predicted at around a 50/50 chance. So I didn't know what my future was, but I did know what my ideal situation was. I wanted to go out east, to a stake where I could go to the Philly temple open house in July. Out of the three desired stakes/zones my ideal want was in Lancaster. So I prayed a lot this week, with the most sincerity I could muster. "Please God, get me out of here." I was down for any area and with any person because dreams are dreams and just leaving would be enough for me. Saturday came and a leadership call in the morning for either Haroldsen or I would increase the odds of me leaving substantially. And it came and president asked for Haroldsen, and after I gave the phone to him I ran down the church hallway screaming for happiness. And it was a really loud scream. I wouldn't be surprised if president had heard it through the phone. So that first part really helped my case for leaving. But of course Haroldsen wouldn't help me out. So my options were either he's the district leader here or some other leadership not here. The most realistic was him here and I would be gone. That was my best guess until a half hour before the email arrived. I got a email for district leaders with upcoming schedules. Immediately I was left to think, I'm still the district leader and Haroldsen is gone. Haroldsen being a punk was even saying he thought I could stay, thanks bud. So I had no idea what was happening. But the email finally came and I learned that I am leaving state college and I am heading to the Lancaster zone! I'm headed to the Lititz ward! Oddly enough the ward where brother Hilemans son lives. Elder Curtis went there and it was his favorite area. Oh my companion is Elder Davis who is already a homie of mine. And the best part of all is that on Wednesday I'm going to the DC Temple! I went from not having a chance to go, to going to the temple as soon as possible! So crazy! My prayers were answered more than I could have ever guessed. Some told me it's because president must love me, nah we're not even close. What did work is me praying in faith and my will aligning to God's. That's how it worked. That Saturday night I packed, I've been ready to go on Tuesday since.
Sunday was a good day getting to say goodbye to some good friends. I gave the young men a shout out during my couple minutes of thought during sacrament. It was a pretty decent talk and at the end I turned to the bishop and gave him a classic limp-hand hand shake. The rest of the bishopric got firm ones. Bishop Gardner and I were tight in the end there, we love giving each other a hard time. A few other members were sad to see me go, the Reeds, the Williams, Sherry, and Sis Liechty said I remind her a lot of her son Jacob. The Liechty family in general I was really close to, hope I made a good influence one them. If anything I hope the young men learned that you can still be yourself, work hard, and have good times while being a missionary. Cuz you can. Anyways I'm sad to lose some of these friends but not really. I'll see them again. When I took a last picture with Charles, Judith, Bilky, and Joddy I told all of them they have to smile with their teeth. They're all notorious for looking like prisoners getting their mugshot taken in pictures. They all smiled, except Charles. "Charles! Smile with your teeth!" Charles calmly with his great accent, " I do not have teeth!" We all died laughing. Anyways Lancaster bound and couldn't be happier!
Elder Simmons
At said Amish farm.
Our last District meeting ended on a high note, literally.
The drumming struggle was too real.
What happens when you let a baby cow lick you.
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