I feel like I'm in a drier being spun round and round with the obvious HEAT from the sun.
My dreams are whats getting to me the most. I now dream that I am walking around in my proselyting cloths and talking to people. The worst ones are when I think I'm still awake and I'm planning my day, thinking about who I should go see when a name comes to mind and I know I didn't put them in my plans. I wake up yelling the name, "Elder! We need to go see ..." or sometimes just yell the name. When I catch myself doing it I just lay there trying to hear if anyone is awake that may have heard it. Luckily no one really has but one of the elders said he heard me talk in my sleep. First time I think I have ever really done it and not caught myself. He told me I said, "I don't have a bank account." "I can play video games." No idea where that came from. Every time something like this happens I think about my brother Matt and his sleepwalking stories and the stories of Lyla walking upstairs to go potty in Matt and Quela's bathroom saying,"Yeah really." Fantastic humor, gotta love it.
I was asked to share a lesson at church this past weekend and the topic was along the lines of helping those that have been losing their testimonies. Through the message I somehow got on to the topic of Josh Blum. As I shared the childhood we had together and all the wonderful memories I really began to miss him. We used to be so much closer when we were young. As the years went by we started to go our separate ways and he stopped coming to church which was one of the places we had the best conversations. It brought me to tears to think about the day I was at the funeral. I can remember it so well. It was like yesterday I was standing at his grave site looking at his headstone talking to him as if he was still there. We had many conversations on nights like those. It was one of my favorite places to go when I was back in Baraboo. Talk with him and many of the other people that I know up there. The reason why was not because I missed them, or because I wanted to simmer on the sorrow of their absence but because they were free. They made it through this tough life and are now on the other side walking without a pain. Joy surrounds them now and I can feel it when I am there. My tears are in agreement that they are OK.
So I am training a new missionary and this past week has been so different from what I have been used to. He talks...a lot. I went to being able to have nice even sided conversations to having to cut my companion off because he has now made us 45 mins late to our next appointment. I don't want to be the bad guy telling his simply press his lips together and keep them that way for awhile but I don't have much of a choice these days. He is a great guy though and is teaching me a lot about teaching and how to direct someone without taking away their creativity which I love! People are great when you let them think and try to figure a problem out in a different way than you already have. I have thought of so many different ways of relating the gospel to others. It's fantastic! I like training and teaching people. I miss coaching football and I think I am going to try and get into coaching when I return. The best part is seeing the creativity and growth of those who start out new in the subject. Real growth is what its ALL ABOUT BABE!
Anywhosier I better get going. I love y'all and hope you enjoy the summer months! I'll save some sweat in a bottle and bring it home for everyone to taste. That's gross, but seriously I will. Take care bye.
Love Elder Leonhardt
My name is important!
New companion, Elder Norkes from Riverton, Utah.
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