June 17, 2019


Quequen, Necochea


Elder Dougher

Elder Ben: 11 months, Father's day, oreos and diapers. (ick!)

🎂Happy cumplemes!! [Cumplemes is like a birthday but more like a birth month as he celebrates the 17th of every month, since he started his mission on 7/17]. 11 months is one of the biggies--I'm halfway to that magical month 22! To celebrate, I'm kicking my companion to the curb! He'll be fine, he just got called to be a district leader.Happy Father's Day, Dad! I hope you ate fudge or did something fun. I enjoyed calling you; I'm sure that there were a lot of missionaries praying for electricity yesterday (there was a nation-wide power outage) and it happened! To all you fathers out there, know that you really do make a difference in our lives, especially through your example in following Jesus Christ. I've seen in my time away from home just how rare of a treasure my family is, and I want to thank you Dad for fighting for us! I love you this much:👉 (my armspan) 👈(By the way, I don't think that your emails are too long, you just use a larger font than mom does.)I also got a package from home this week, and pretty much everything in there was full of love. (I could definitely tell that my family made the package, because nobody else could have done it as well.) They sent me Oreos, Kitkats, gravy and taco seasoning packets, ziploc bags, a purple dragon, scans of my chess career, a pound of powdered cheese (who even knows how to find that?!), peanut butter (crunchy--thanks Mom), an SD card with like a bajillion songs, three awesome neckties, and a partrige in a pear tree! (The last one was missing. I guess they don't let trees through customs.)The last six weeks have been pretty different, with me as a senior companion for the first time on my mission. Now, a new development has come, and it's a bit of a surprise for me. I'm going to be training! My next companion is coming straight from the Missionary Training Center, and depending on where he comes from, he might not speak very much spanish. When I was called as a district leader, I was surprised, but I felt like I could handle it--I'd trained under a district leader, and it looked like fun serving the other missionaries. Now, though, I don't feel completely ready. I'm a parent, [when missionaries train, they say they are a Dad or a Mom…hence the diaper reference in the subject line] and now I'm responsible for teaching everything to a brand new missionary! It's kind of scary to think about, but I mean, the worst I can do is fail, right? I'm just going to try my best!A pretty interesting week! I want to end with a cool scripture that I found the other day: Helaman 12:24. <i class="">And may God grant, in his great fulness, that men might be brought unto repentance and good works, that they might be restored unto grace for grace</i><i class=""> according to their works</i>. When we perform good works, God doesn't change us, He <i class="">restores </i>us. If we think of someone going through physical therapy, they used to be able to do something, and after trauma, they need to exercise and work to acquire skills they used to possess. We used to be dedicated, valiant spirits living in the presence of God. This life is definitely traumatic, but when we exercise our God-like attributes, we're not stretching to be something we're not, rather we're striving to recover ourselves. When you need strength, pray that God will help you find it inside of you, because it's there. Never forget about who you are!Elder Sheffer


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