Elder Oliver: August 2015

August 10, 2015

I ONCE GOT TO A LAND EXPECTING SOMBREROS AND NACHOS.
WAITING FOR MARIACHI AND PEOPLE WITH MUSTACHES.
BUT TO MY SURPRISE EVERYTHING WAS DIFFERENT.
THE FOOD IS THE BEST.
THE ART IS INCREDIBLE, AND THE PEOPLE ARE DEEP IN CULTURE-THE PEOPLE BETTER.
I LEARNED TO LOVE THE LORD AND HIS WORK.
I GAINED MY VERY OWN TESTIMONY - THAT IS WHAT I AM MOST GRATEFUL FOR. AND MOM'S COOKING.
I ATE A LOT OF THINGS THAT YOU SHOULDN'T.
BATHROOMS BECAME MY SAFE GROUND.
I LIVED WITH COMPANIONS. GREW UP.
I LOVE THE SCRIPTURES AND USING THEM TO HELP PEOPLE.
I LEARNED SO MUCH ABOUT THE SAVIOR AND WHAT HE WANTS FOR US.
MY TESTIMONY OF THE PRIESTHOOD FLOWERED AND SO MUCH MORE.
WE SHARED THE GOSPEL. MANY CHANGED, MANY STILL ARE LOST.
I CRIED WITH THESE PEOPLE, REJOICED, LISTENED, WORSHIPPED AND MUCH MORE. AND I TRULY LOVE THESE PEOPLE AND THIS LAND.
(SORRY IF THIS LAST LETTER IS A BIT SCRAMBLED)...
I MAY NOT HAVE HAD MILLIONS OF CONVERTS, OR HAVE SAVED THE WORLD,
BUT I FEEL THAT THERE IS ONE LIL AMERICAN BOY WHO IS VERY VERY VERY GRATEFUL FOR HAVING COME ON A MISSION.
THERE IS NOTHING I WOULD HAVE RATHER BEEN DOING FOR THESE LAST TWO YEARS.
I HAVE LEARNED MORE THAN DESERVED, AND I WILL REMEMBER THESE THINGS FOREVER.

I LOVE YOU MEXICO
I LOVE YOU MEXICO
I LOVE YOU MEXICO
I LOVE YOU MEXICO
I LOVE YOU MEXICO

LOVE YOU FAMILY. SEE YOU NEXT WEEK IN THE AIRPORT.
If I have a frosty in hand getting off the plane, don´t be surprised. American ice cream is a good thing.

Love you all,
Elder Hulme.

hearts forever.

P.S.
Hey fam,
One week more and we can all HUG TOGETHERS.

I´d say go nuts with a banner or something in the airport, IT'S THE BEST OPPORTUNITY THERE IS TO BE OBNOXIOUS IN AN AIRPORT AND NOT GET IN TROUBLE.

Sure love you
Today we went to get you kids some small lil gifts.

I LOVE THIS COUNTRY.

August 3, 2015

Well boys and girls this week was a crazy one. AND I LOVED IT.

One morning, I was sick of showering and having to be soaking in all of my shower filth, soooo I decided to get down to the nitty gritty with a metal hanger and UNCLOG THAT DRAIN. It was about 20 minutes of Elder Hulme saying "que asco"and "wakalaaaaaaaaa" (which means gross). Let's just say that sister missionaries used to live in this apartment, aaaaand there was about 18 inches of rotten stinky hairy hair ball hair and it was gross gross grossy gross. But now I am good at doing it seeming as I´ve had to do it in 4 of my areas..

Satan was workin it hard this week to get Mayra not to be baptized. The poor thing had a ton of sad things happen to her this week, but was ever so excited to be baptized. We got to the chapel on Saturday at 4 to fill up the font to be ready at 6. We started up the filling and after ten minutes, all the water stopped.

We hooked up a hose to the outside from the street water system. nope

We hooked up another hose to the cleaning closet to filler up..... nope

My companion almost drowned trying to syphon up the water from the underground well into the font.... nope

We HOOKED UP THE SHOP VAC, TO SYPHON THE WATER FROM THE WELL. NOPE

After a long while of trying everything, running, praying, and the only thing getting wet were my pants. We got to work filling up the font bucket by bucket from the 9 foot well where I dropped the keys weeks before. Bucket by bucket by bucket by bucket, my companion and I were on our knees grabbing the water, then taking it to the window, handing it to a young man to throw it in the font.

We got that font filled - with water and grass. We were covered in sweat, dried off, and started the baptism.

Everything went quite well in the program. Mayra was super super happy, and that is what matters.

When we got into the font, the water was only up to my knees. But she was still baptized on the first go - we just had to use more of a planking approach.

She had the biggest smile on her face afterward and we are so happy for her. She is an investigator who progressed incredibly fast, and it was amazing to see how she changed. From being a coffee and cigarette addict, grouchy, and now a loving mother, free from addictions who has decided to follow the example of the Saviour.

I look back on everything that happened that day, and I am happy that it did, because I will honestly remember this last baptism for ever and always.

Today I took my suits to the dry cleaner. They told us that they won't do it, because they can't finish the job before I go home. Looks like I´m coming home with dirty suits. (Don´t worry I´ll hit´em up with the Febreeze to get the stink out.)

Sure love you all

Love your guts,

Elder Hulme.

P.S. Hey kids just a heads up... It may still be in two weeks, but remember in the Acts how Saul was totes destroying the church and then the Lord is like, why do you do these things? And then he changed his name to Paul. I never tried to destroy the church or anything, but I´ve changed. I know it. I hope we all can accept this... Mainly I´d prefer it, that after I am released and I'm no longer ELDER, if everyone could call me OLIVER (as Dad suggested in the earlier years of my life). I´d sure appreciate it.

Love you all so much.

Have great weeks.

Elder Hulme

soon to be OLIVER (instead of Oli)