Elder Caleb d'Evegnée

I've left my old, reminiscent stomping grounds of Hermosillo again, and have been sent off in the city most south of the mission and state to Navojoa.  I got to travel on a bus for about 3 hours to go from the city to the other. All this happened about 3 weeks ago, but I still remember the desert hills that I passed by. I found myself more mesmerized by the desolate beauties of Hermosillo than the first time I left. I also left on that bus alone, the first time I  haven't  had a companion. It was in a somewhat crowded bus that I realized how strange my situation was. Here I was all dressed up, a gringo, sitting next to an older Mexican family going to a place I've never seen or knew where to get off at. Once I finally got here, it's felt like a completely different mission. It's been nice to see a lot more trees and to ride on bicycles that seem to be falling apart more than the wet tacos we were given. My companion is the person that trained my trainer and, as I...

  In our final week of our transfer, it included lots of various exchanges and lots of gringo-formed Spanish.  In one of my exchanges, I got to talk to an older woman that proudly gave us food from Sonora: Carne Asada with peppers, beans, and home made flour tortillas. In our little conversation that we had with her, I found her strong faith rather compelling. I've met plenty of people that have a strong faith in the Lord but hers felt different. Her stories always centered around covenants with the Lord and the power of His love for us. Especially in her stories of the temple, I felt a strong feeling about the temple that I haven't been able to feel in some time. I found myself drawn to her testimony without her ever really saying "I have a lot of faith."  This day was happily followed with a woman that was almost bounding with glee as we talked about the importance of baptism. We talked about receiving the Holy Ghost as part of it and she explained how she felt just...