"I can't be perfect tomorrow, but I can certainly be better."

(No mention of his last week's "sickness"....so I guess that's good. Andrew has always been his worse enemy, so I'm glad he might be figuring that out. Thank you, Bro. L.)

Mother and Father,

   Last night, I sat down with my favorite person, Brother L., and we had a talk. Basically, he made me understand what countless others have failed to do: That I worry too much. (Are you kidding me???!!! We have ALL told him that!) But, rather than suggesting that I give up and live a life of apathy, he recommended that I direct my "worry" towards the work. In other words, that it would be much better for me to be anxiously engaged in the service of God, rather than to be filled to the brim with anxiety over my own spirituality. In a way, I'm very grateful for my anxiety disorder. If I can learn to control it, I can direct a lot of passion towards what is good and right. As it was, I was letting it destroy me. In summary: It's not about the doing, it's about the becoming, but I was missing the mark by worrying more about what I was, and that I wasn't becoming what I wanted to be fast enough. Last night, I realized that I can't be perfect tomorrow, but I can certainly be better, and it is only possible if my goal is to do good, not if my goal is to be perfect. (HALLELUJAH!!!)

   That likely made no sense, but to me, the path is clearer than before. Just be humble! Thanks for the incredible supplements you're sending me. I'm really excited to take them. (Sending him some Essential Oils DoTerra supplements and Wild Orange oils.)  Energy is something I've been craving. You know, as much as I'd like Twix in the package, could I get something healthy like banana chips instead? I'm fat, and Twix would not help. Maybe Fort Collins is turning me into some sort of hippy. (That made me laugh. I picked up some banana chips and apple slices.) 

   M. came to church this week. He hasn't come in a month, so that was pretty great. He also seemed really happy; he usually seems really uncomfortable. A. is a great guy. He just got laid off from the oil fields, and he is using his extra time to complete community service requirements he has. He has, so far, read every reading assignment he has been given, and then some.We have to text him more during the week because he finishes it all, and then wants more. He, too, is afraid of baptism because of the great commitment involved. He doesn't want to mess up and be even more condemned. The same goes for M., and just about every other investigator in the mission.

   (I wondered how many sister missionaries they had serving in the Fort Collins Mission?) As far as your question about sisters, the number of sisters serving has dropped significantly. When Elder M. started his mission, there were 90 sisters in the mission, and now there are only 30. They are, however, amazing. Elder M. is district leader over 3 sets of sisters, and week after week their numbers blow ours out of the water. Well, I've got to go, but I'm feeling a lot better than I've felt in a long time. By the way, why did you guys go to Provo? Just curious, and you're all amazing. (Brian's mom's funeral was in Idaho and since I had 5 bereavement days...we headed to Provo to visit with BJ, Michele and the Verdoorns!)

Love,

Elder Andrew Campbell

(I'm attaching a picture of a food truck we took in Provo. Andrew's favorite food is mac and cheese. Another picture is of our family at Grandma Campbell's funeral. We're at the cemetery.)