Sunday, May 25, 2014

One More Week.....

Mom,

Well...... it's been a crazy week. I am here training my replacement. Elder Winterton. He's going to be GREAT at this job. How a pig farmer ever wound up as a flight agent/doctor will always be a mystery to me. Ha ha ha ha ha. I wonder why God chooses people like me to be here. We are so full of flaws. But I am here as long as God wants me here. I will never give up. I will keep trying. Keep praying for miracles. Keep believing. It is all I can do. I can do no mighty things of myself, nor can I help even one person without the help of higher power. It is so humbling to know that I am completely useless here without divine assistance. 
 
Pres. Marler & Elder Winterton  (Chance's new replacement)
Chance will be leaving the office next week.

Looks like I have one more week in civilization...... then, it's off to the mountains of PerĂș........... that's so crazy. I hope I do the church well up there. Things are about to get REAL.


Brayden is the assistant! I so knew it! I wrote him months ago and told me to let me know when this happened. Congrats, man!

 
Dad's beard is sweet. He's not going to shave it until I'm back, huh? Is that the deal?

Does that mean Grandpa Thorpe is going to shave his stache when I get back?

I just hit empty on things to say..... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Sorry. My letters home REEK! I skim everyone else's letters, and mine are definitely the worst! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I'll just talk to you all later. It's not like we are never going to see each other again. I'm not dead. Ha ha ha.

I love you all. Thanks for the pictures! They are always cool!
 
.... and thank you for never giving up on writing me long letters. I appreciate them so much.

Love you!

- Elder Boekweg
 
 
Elder Boekweg and Elder Zavaleta gave a great training, and it was great to hear Elder Boekweg teaching. (From Sister Marlers blog.)

 
Chance sent home an SD card from the first year of his mission. Here are some of the pics.........
 



 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Another trip to Otuzco

I am so jealous of Medardo's truck....... ha ha ha ha hah a ha ha ha. Where did he find that thing!? That's like a captain america truck! I've got to get me one like that. Wooden panels and all....... that's so sweet...... Ha ha ha ha ha. Start looking, dad. Ha ha ha. I LOVE trucks like that. Just imagine throwing a pig into the back of that thing..... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
 
Tyler has hair....... I have never seen him with hair. Lookin' good brother!
 
I went to Otuzco again this week. I went inside the "Virgen de la puerta" cahtedral with President Marler and it was crazy...... Sent some pictures. It'll scare dad.

 
The other picture is of the walls of Chan Chan. People say it's where Samuel stood on the wall and got shot at. They are HUGE walls. There is this one place where they fenced in an entire farm... It's crazy.

 
Anyway, I am sure my letters will be cooler when I am transferred. Just be patient! A few more weeks, and I begin the greatest adventure of my life so far..... It's easy to think about doing things like this when you don't actually have to do them. I am grateful God has blessed me with this new opportunity. I can't imagine a better way to live the Book of Mormon.

 
I don't have much time this week, but I figure with all the pictures, this should be enough.

I love you a ton,
 
Elder Boekweg

 




Monday, May 12, 2014

Mothers Day Call

Happy Mother's day tomorrow!
 
I am sad to hear about Brother Vincent moving. I love that guy!

 
CONGRADULATIONS COURTNEY on being FFA PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (She can totally get in to USU if she wants now.) NOW MAKE STANSBURY HIGH REMEMBER FOR THE LAST TIME WHO THE BOEKWEGS ARE..... Because after this, we are no more.............


Skype will be great. You are going to LOVE the package I sent home. Ha ha ha. It made Sister Marler cry because she thought it was so cool.



Got two big letters out to you. Phew.
 
Umm.... I don't really have a lot to write this week............................ Just that I love you all. I am excited to talk to y'all tomorrow. I don't think you could keep Uncle away with a stick.
 
I'll talk to you later. Enjoy the....... cool package. The pants are yours. 100% Peruvian, they are. Hope they fit.

 
No time left. I love you. I'm stoked for tomorrow.
 
-Elder Boekweg

We had a great time skyping with Chance on Mother's Day. It was so good to see him and hear his voice. He is doing great and is very happy. Also I got the package he sent and it was full of the best stuff ever! I love it!!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Another week flies by.

Another week flies by.

Questions:
1. Speaking of packages- did you finally get yours? I sure hope so.
     I did! Happy year mark, right? It was cool. It took me forever to figure out the balloons.... ha ha ha. I spent a half hour looking for any kind of letters in the bottom of the package, and eventually gave up. Then I inflated the balloons and found your notes. Cool idea!

 2. Is Sister Marler due back on Sat? Did Pres. ever leave and go home? How are they doing?
     She is back. President never left. Sounds like they lost 3 relatives in one week....... God tries the righteous to see if they really are just that - righteous. How would we ever know if we would stick true to the Gospel if we never had to choose between it and other things? It can make us happy in any situation.

 3. How was the baptism of the lady you told us about?
     Pushed back another week.

 4. Do you speak in church very often?
     In Casa Grande, it was almost every other week. Here, I have done it only a few times.

I am glad to hear that absolutely nothing has changes at our house since I have been gone. Courtney still with her animals. Dad still with ZZtop beards. I am sure Kirk Bullough is crazy jealous. I am finding out that I have a pretty sweet beard myself.... I can't wait to see what kind of power is stored in my chin..... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Tell Shawna Taylor that I love her. I thought about her this week. She was such a patient neighbor. I am amazed at the shear love and patience that she showed to an idiot teenage boy with cool long hair.

Sorry I don't have any pictures this week... again. or a poem, or really anything that is interesting... ha ha ha ha. Writing home is getting harder every week.

I need a few things........ I would love a copy of "the infinite Atonement" by Tad R. Callister. I got special permission from President to have it on my mission. I would LOVE it..... please send it my way fast....... just a cheap copy. And if you could somehow slip in my German book, that would be cool too. Ha ha ha. Or more protein.....

Nobody writes me anymore..... Paper letters, anyway..... I used to get some from ward members or friends..... and now.... I think I am old news! Hahahaha! I guess this happens to every missionary when they get older in the mission. I would love a letter from grandpa Thorpe. A gigantinc, hand-written letter about whatever he wants to write about. Maybe one from Austin. I worry so much about him.

I love you very much. Be ready with questions for me on Mother's day so we don't waste even a second. Because the next time I call home, I will see you all 3 months later. It won't even matter in December.... ha ha ha ha.

I love my Savior Jesus Christ with all my heart and soul. Not a soul on this earth can tell me that He does not live and direct this work. He does live. And He does direct this work. He paid the price for our sins, and because of Him, we too can live again. It is not all that comlicated, really. We just do our best here, and He makes up for the rest. How merciful is He. How full of love and understanding. I know that He loves us, and that we never walk alone when we go where He has asked. Even if we don't understand it all completely, if we act in faith, somehow everything will be alright. He has promised us so. We cannot see the whole picture, or the end of the road, but He can. And I trust in Him completely to get me there. He is my only hope. I love Him and am grateful with all the power I am able for what He did for me. He died on Calvary to pay for the wrongs that I do.

He lives.


-Elder Boekweg