Hallo friends and family! I hope that you had a
great week and that so far you're having a good leap day. I have spent the day
saying goodbye to people, eating a lot of food, and of course my least favorite
thing.....packing! (one thing I will not miss about being a missionary is the
frequent need to pack everything you own into two suitcases and then schlep
them around all day)
So as you can tell by the activities I have
done on this fine P-day, I have been transferred!
That is right, after 6 months in Frankfurt
Oder it is finally time to pack up and move on.
And where will I be moving.... good
question!
Oberst von Staufenberg 39 strasse
25421 Pinneberg
Germany
So yeah, if you are feeling like shooting a
letter my way that is where you can reach me:)
Other than that news I don't really have
much to talk about so I will share with you something from
my studies this week, that being a poem.
" I met a stranger in the night, whose
lamp had ceased to shine,
I paused and let him light lamp from
mine.
A tempest sprang up later on, and
shook the world about,
And when he was gone my lamp was out.
But back came to me the stranger--His
lamp was glowing fine;
He held the precious flame and lighted
mine."
-Lon Woodrum
This week has had me thinking about how
grateful I am for the people in my life who have shared their lights with
me.
Whether it be my family or my friends,
My heart is full as I think of everything that I have been blessed with, In particular for the people who have been placed on my
path.
I would not be who I am right now with out the
influence of my parents and my aunts and uncles or the guidance of a young mens
leader or a friend.
So yeah you have no idea what you have done for
me! Thank you for your support and your friendship.
I hope that you all know that if your light is
ever wavering or if you need help, I am only an email or 7 months away.
But more importantly our Savior is always there
for you and for me, and His lamp is significantly more powerful and stronger
than my own!
Thank you so much
Love, Elder Schmalz





