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Hey Ben,

Business first 9514. For your dmv form. Still haven’t heard back from your office.

I just wanted to thank you for your thoughtful letters, both of them. They really mean a lot to me. Maybe it’s selfishness, but the way you communicate in writing is really moving to me, in spirituality, humor, thoughtfulness, honesty and fun. I will always appreciate the message of the first one. And the stories and style of the second. I know praise makes you uneasy, so I’ll try to moderate myself. In a way though, I’m starting to feel closer to you though you are far away through your letters.

Oh, Jakob Carver was also having issues with Skype, so his dad said he used google hangouts. Ask if that’s allowed, and let me know if you need help setting it up. I’ll set it up on our devices and get you the contact info if it’s ok.

I posted the second letter on your blog, I also posted your first as a record, but have not published it so it remains private. I share a link to you new letters on Facebook. So many people were concerned that they wouldn’t get to read them anymore. Your cousin Heidi said, “I am going to be very sad if the letters stop when you guys are getting phone calls 😫

So here’s to me hoping that his skype situation doesn’t get fixed. 🤪.” Your cousin Camille said, “I LOVE his letters. I’m happy he gets to call every week but so sad to not read his letters.” ok, too much dad praise, sorry, but I could go on.

There are more parallels to our mission than the dirt-cheap-instant-pasta-products. I had been out nearly a year, and I really felt like I was mastering the French language because my companion and I were speaking it constantly. I was even dreaming in French. All that, and I was most likely a little full of myself as well. So one day we were out tracting, this old guy let us in—he was actually quiet friendly. I confidently gave him our introduction as to who we were, why we were there, and what our intentions were. He gently smiled and said, “Pardones moi, je’ne comprand pas anglas.” ‘I’m sorry, I don’t speak english.” He smiled again, and shut the door. I was crestfallen. So it’s your first lesson, in a much, much harder language, after being out like three weeks. I was praying that you would get to teach, my very best memories are from connecting with investigators and feeling the spirit and inspiration during those times. I’ll pray that he comes to church and your next appointment. 

I had another dream last night that I’m rather excited about. Remember the jets from the night before? This time they were all lined up with their afterburners blazing ready to launch. It was powerfully encouraging.

Let me know if my increased letter frequency is a distraction, I wouldn’t want it to be. It’s selfishly soothing to share my thoughts and feelings with you. I’m sure as this situation resolves itself, we’ll get back to normal.

Sure love you Benjamin, you mean the world to me.

Pops