Merry Christmas Doods (Week 71) — Called to Serve in Cuiaba

This week was just a total palooza. I freaking love Christmas time. On Christmas Eve I was feelin a bit bummy can't lie, woulda been sick to be with my family, but I was sick of sittin thinkin about it so I got up and washed so many freaking dishes at the members' house and ripped some mean Christmas goods from my vocal pipes and sooner than ever I was feelin a good Christmas spirit and felt some nice Christlike love flowin through my sudzy hands and it was Christmas.

Leaving areas always sucks unless the area sucks then it's chillin. My last area definitely didn't suck though I love those members so much. Nuts man I'm gonna miss them. I really learned how to just serve without needing a freaking reason at all in that area. There's nothing better than being a pen boy. There's something really special that happens when you do, just out of the goodness of your heart for other people, it's incredible. Nothing is better than doing a little taskaroony for your pals and just seeing them happy. It makes you happy as a clam then it's just a rad cycle.

I'm so stoked to be in this new area in Cuiabá, even though it’s as hot as Megan Fox in Transformers every single day. It's like 105 every day here yes mom I'm wearing sunscreen. I've for some reason never just been so willing and exited to get absolutely pulverized by an infernal amount of heat every day, but the drive to help people know that Jesus Christ lives and truly loves them is level 6000. There is something so plainly rad about being a missionary it's the raddest feeling ever. Freak. I wish I could explain it better. It's just rad. I feel so toasty inside and I feel the desire to help people more than blow stuff up, or jump my Jeep in Lambert Park it's just the most mind boggling thing, and it's a testament to me of how real these things are.

Many a brotherly Christmas love going out to y'all this week. If anyone has any questions feel free to shoot me a message.