Week 36 - March 24, 2026

Días (No los Deben Contar)

Highlights

🕍: We got to go through temple on Saturday, so that was amazing.

👨‍💼: We had our transfer call this Saturday and I always get so nervous, but I will be staying here in Coban 2 again. But not only this. ELDER MORBYYYY. Elder Morby is out of his training, and I was with him for 2 months in my last zone and he is such a stud we would always have the littlest p-days together. We were both going crazy on the call and we were just shook. They are blessing me out here. We are both so hyped.

🌧: The weather here is way too good. While other people in the mish are cooking, I'm walking the streets with layers on. Working in 62 degrees with slight rain/fog is unbelievable. I also have the templo if anyone didn't know.

🐈🐕: This week the neighborhood cat and dog fights have been getting out of control. It's some actual cartoon-type cat squeals. Somebody needs to stop them.

🎵: One of the members here put Hill and I onto some fire Spanish song that will go crazy on the aux.

LOWLIGHT 😫😫😫😫

This week we had divisions and the Elder that I was with grew up playing basketball, also. So, we decided after a little contacting to hit a 15-minute lesson for a coke deal. Well, this ended up leading to the most stressful days of my mission. I hurt my foot super bad and couldn't put pressure on it the entire day. I woke up the next morning, and both sides of my ankles were super swollen, and I had about 4 different colors and my ankles and the top of my foot were completely bruised and brown. I still couldn't really walk, and I was truly just starting to overthink so much about what could come and what I would have to do. They were some insanely stressful days and hard days to think about what might've happened or might happen. The next couple of days the pain went down but the swelling and bruising only got worse. Eventually I finally built up the courage to find out what it was, and I should be back to normal in six weeks. 

Spiritual thought - Don't count your days

Saturday we had the opportunity to go through the temple in the morning, and it was an amazing experience. I felt so many emotions and felt so many answers to what I was thinking. But more than anything, as I prayed and thought about everything, one answer was so clear.

“Don't count your days, make your days count”

I felt that I was at times thinking of the mission as an hourglass instead of what it truly is. Sometimes it would feel like one more week down or I hit the next p-day, but as I overthought throughout the week, I realized the mission truly is a gift. I am so blessed to be where I am. I cannot believe I only have a year and 3 months left. I know that it truly is the Lord's work and at the end of the day, it is up to Him. I love wearing the plaque each day and I love doing what we are able to do. I'm so grateful to be a missionary and I'm so so grateful for each person here and each one of you that are such a motivation and blessing to me.

I love you all. Have incredible weeks.

Elder Wilde