funeral service

Hey Mom,

I wrote you a letter this week so that is probably why I didn't write a lot last week. It seems like the days just get more mushed together and I hardly have any time to write letters anymore. Luckily in the mornings I have a little window of space that I can write letters.

I got the package that you all sent and I loved it. It was just what I needed at that moment in my life. This second transfer is something else, its almost like the beginning of another mission. I guess the Lord is preparing me for something down the road.

Today I had the opportunity to be a part of a funeral service. Sister Freeman, an old lady in the wards husband just past away this last week. We were able to say goodbye to him before he died, which was nice. In the funeral service I lead the music. I was way nervous because the service was held in the Catholic chapel and there were people of all kinds of faiths there. Bob the man who passed away was himself a strong Baptist. It reminded me of the time when Grandpa Rodabough died. I wish that I wasn't so scared to go see him while he was passing away. Anyway Sister Freeman really appreciated that I lead the music and she is doing just fine. In fact after the service we were talking with her and she was telling jokes and laughing with us. She said something that I will never forget. She said that when we talk, meaning us missionaries, it doesn't matter what we say because what we are saying is what Heavenly Father is saying. We are speaking Gods words. It hit me deep down in my heart that what she said was true. Then she said that for those who don't listen, well God doesn't want them in his church......... yet. Sister Freeman is a marvelous lady and I shared with her the experience when Grandpa Rodabough passed away. She said that she wishes the best for me and for Grandma Rodabough. She also asked me to say hi to you Grandma if you happen to read this.

It was a good week and I have grown alot since you have last seen or heard from me. I thought about what Bishop Belnap said to me before I left. He said, " Go 100 percent, but that doesn't mean that you can't have some fun with it." It is all about how I look at it and how I want to react to things on my mission.

I hope that I get back before the whole house falls down so I can at least help you move everything out. It is killing me that I can't help you all the way out here. However I have been praying for you a lot so the lord will look after you. I hope things continue to be better for you Mom. I miss you and I love you so much. I will be better about writing to you.

-Elder Spencer D. Larson

P.S If you can get me more of that hair paste stuff from Aunt Nita that would be so great. If not, then that's alright too.