So, this week kind has been a poopy week! We were supposed to have 3 baptisms yesterday, but that didn't happen, so we are shooting for this next week. Dad, I want you to know I love being a missionary. It is such a blessing to bring the gospel into people's lives. I always think in my head after every day...Am I making my Dad proud? And, most of the time, it is a yes!! Ha Ha
Dad, you are always in my prayers as well as the Fam! i am starting to be better at just talking to random people! and coming up with things on the spot. It is crazy how the Spirit works. As missionaries, I have had the Spirit tell me things that the investigator needs and so I would ask a certain question to help them realize this is the true church, and through baptism, is the only way to enter into the kingdom of heaven. John 3:5. You do meet some interesting people, that is for sure. We met a guy that was wanted dead by every gang in Visalia. It was kind of scary, tho!! We ride by a house almost every day that reeks of cat pee! You can smell it 25 yds down the street! It's sooo nasty! Anyways, I love you Dad. I have grown to know how much you have meant to me in my life and how much I appreciate ya! I love you Dad, never forget that!
Love Always, Your Son, Elder Lundberg
P.S. We ride about on average 15 miles a day!