Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Before we left, occasionally someone with a smile would call me Elder Center and that was fine.  Now having been in the mission field for almost 4 weeks, whenever someone calls me that I feel a burst of pride, I feel uplifted.  Especially when it’s a stranger on the street, in a store, etc.  I just love hearing that term.  And actually, I feel a bit sorry for Loralee cause she’s still “Sister Center.”  (Has it really been only 4 weeks—seems much longer as we’re really “into” the work.)

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