He Knows Our Needs
We were able to see the Lord's hand again in our work this week.  We'd been searching for a ward member who the missionaries had not been able to locate or visit for ages.  We tried and tried, but could not find her house with the information we had.  It was getting late and we were getting very tired.  As we searched, we ran into some other members and they showed the house where she lived - it was a house that we had passed by multiple times.

As we visited with her, she began to cry.  She told us that she'd been praying that the missionaries could visit her to give her a blessing of health.  In that moment, as we felt the Spirit fill the room, we knew then that the Lord had guided us to find her and to visit her on this day.  The feeling was so strong as we placed our hands on her head and gave her the prayed-for blessing.

Enjoying an iguana meal...

Well-  saying goodbye has never been easy, and I don't think it ever will be.

Yesterday we received news about the new transfers, and regretfully I am leaving Mogambo.  Leaving the Coast of Colombia to go to a place a little bit cooler, well, cooler as in less hot than this oven than I've been enjoying for these past 3 months.

Sincerely I'm very sad to be leaving this beautiful area because I sincerely feel that I have come to love this people.  This ward, the members, and the investigators have all made Mogambo one of the most beautiful areas that I have ever seen.

I will be very sad to leave those with whom I have worked, prayed and fasted for.  I also know that this sadness comes with the calling of being a servant of the Lord; and nobody says that being a missionary is easy, because this is one of the hardest parts.

This Saturday, I found myself praying for those investigators whom we are teaching - that they may be able to attend church the next day.  In doing so, I focused on the love I had for them and the desire I had for them to be blessed with the beloved gospel of our Savior.  Then it dawned upon me ever so slightly - a sudden thought, that all this love that I have for these people, including my hopes and desires that I have for them, will never nor ever could equal the love, the hope, and faith that our Father has for them.  I know that the work of salvation is in those loving, caring hands of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

 As I write this letter, I find myself fighting tears, as I realize more and more that time has come again to say goodbye to those I've come to love.  I am so grateful for the blessing that I have had to know my brothers and sisters here in Mogambo.  I will continue to fight for them in faith and humble prayer that they may receive strength to continue forward  with faith in this marvelous plan of salvation.