Elder Caleb d'Evegnée

  Perhaps it's the experience that I'm gaining or a bit more of the veil being lifted from my eyes, but I am seeing more of the pureness of the spirit. The way that it guides and fills me with love is a fruit sweeter than all else. It's a blessing to recognize that. To see my fellow missionaries and feel joy for the works. To see a member take the sacrament and think what that might mean for them and for God that they're there. And to see our friends in teaching make changes and listen to the spirit. All are fruits of the spirit that I cherish.    In a zone conference a little while back, we watched a short video of the baptisms we had in the month. My old trainer came by to sit next to me while we watched it and put his arm around me in his extension of brotherly love. It was nice to see those people in the video dressed in white getting ready to make their first covenants with God.   Following that experience when I got here to Caborca, I got to know my old compani...

  I blinked. Now I'm in another desert city. It's like the city of Hermosillo and my Navojoa ranch had a little baby- un pueblito. We're quite literally in the desert with horses, cows, and other live stock out in the streets. It's another great combination to pass though this summer with other missionaries that also went through the last one or are just now experiencing what real heat is like. The heat targets us like the many street dogs, barking with mean faces, reminding us who's territory this is. The town consists of a lot of potato and grape farm workers. It's funny to hear people talk about the potatoes and how big they are in Caborca. Sometimes I try to compete with my own spud town knowledge and talk about Idaho papás.   I passed through six weeks with my Chilango companion and with another blink of my eyes, he left. He is a convert to the church and we spent a lot of time talking about the different beliefs and traditions that he had before he was bap...