First off I wanna talk about the rain in south Africa. Cultural. Celebration. Level. Of. Wetness. My rain proof jacket was soaked. Yeah, it was awesome.
So once upon a time me and Elder Eki were filling up the Baptism font. I testify and let heaven be my witness as I say we did not crack the pipe.... but heaven also testifies that we 100% broke it off. Not my fault. you can't prove anything. However, me and Elder Eki did some engineering that would have made Nick Thwaits proud of me: We shoved a hose over the piper and it fit perfectly.
And that brings me to the fact I baptized two people on Sunday. Jabo Bale and Matepelo Maloto. a 10 year old and a 9 year old. the water was so cold but I put on the fake face and said it wasn't' that bad.... then they seemed to be super cold after wards. I got to wear all white and I felt amazing wearing white again.
Also, so last monday we played doge-ball with 4 Elders. It was super fun to avoid a volley ball being thrown at me by people who could wrestle bears. Because of how small and fast I was they couldn't really hit me.... but when they did. EISH.
Then we played 2v2 basket ball. I still got some skills even though we lost by one point. Just saying.
Oh, so the awesome mission bag I bought from that place in mesa is a piece of junk. The zipper broke, the strap broke, and the shoulder pad ripped. However, I can say I have never been more proud of myself than to be able to learn how to sow a button hole, strap, and fix a rip on my mission. Pretty soon I think I'll be able to tailor my own suit.
Know that I am doing well, that milk here expires months after it's boxed, and that I am buying so many spices in preparation of the leave of my trainer. I am Alive, doing well, and I haven't died yet. As a fellow missionary once told me:
Stay alive, stay awesome, stay frosty. Elder Peterson, I'm gonna do just that.
-Elder Parker T Schnepf.
PS
Shout out to Nick Thwaits. Taught me how to fix broken stuff in a way no one else could have.
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