Hello!

This transfer has been a growing experience for me. In some ways, Kerr's been training me more than I have been training him. I think those six weeks with Brown really got to me. It was very stressful dealing with someone as lazy and negative as he was. I realized that his attitude transferred to me and I began to be very negative, stressed out and less obedient. It was bad. Friday night, Kerr and I had a companionship inventory. This time...it was about me. We talked about how negative I've been and how much I've complained. It turns out the zone had been pretty annoyed with me. I've dropped the bad attitudes. I feel great! I realized that I need to grow up and just let things happen. I'm not really going to baptize the crap out of Olalla like I had originally planned. I realized I'm not going to find new investigators as often as I had planned. I realized going over miles isn't a sin, and God will understand because I'm doing his work, not mine.

Jeff is totally awesome. Bishop hasn't gotten his excommunication trial transcripts yet, and I'm starting to worry that the baptism won't happen this transfer. I would love to be part of it! Jeff is the greatest guy I've met on my mission and I want to be there when he gets dunked. Rick's baptism is all planned, and he's just super solid. We met with Stacey and I committed her to read the Book of Mormon every morning and pray about it. We're going to drop by this week and see how that went, but she's getting closer to baptism. Andrew's mom, who owns the property they live on (Andrew and Stacy live in a camper) left for the summer so that Andrew could have the house during his court. His ex-wife wants custody of the kids and Andrew's still fighting hard for them. If she does decide to get baptized, it's great because she could move into the camper until they get married.

Oh, I broke my glasses today. Don't worry, I have crazy glue but it's a good story. When I went in for the night on Saturday, I looked at my left eye.....pink eye. Yup, all the times you and Alyssa got it, and me never getting it, I get it on my mission, a 900 mile road trip away from you guys. So, I started wearing my glasses (the weird thing is that no one pointed that out). We played football this morning and I actually tried REALLY hard to catch a long pass. It was perfect...until the ball hit me in the face and the right lens fell out. Don't worry about it. It's so easy to fix. After wards, we went to Key Center's bishop's house and went down a sweet slip n' slide with a jump half way through. We did stupid things and we're all suffering from pain. Ha, ha. We did a train all the way down, and I was third. When he hit the hay bales at the end, I stuck out my right leg. Then, as if an angel lifted me up, I flew over the hay bales and out of harms way from the five other missionaries, who were all bigger than me, from crushing me. Woot!

There's not a whole lot to talk about...sorry it's so short, but, I love you all. Loves, hugs, and handshakes to you all. I love you guys so much. Happy super belated father's day, Dad. I love you. Sorry I haven't sent a card yet. But I will. Happy birthday, Kalie.
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Elder Courtney Casselman

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