Jacob 6:2 And the day that he shall set his hand again the second time to recover his people, is the day, yea, even the last time, that the servants of the Lord shall go forth in his power, to nourish and prune his vineyard; and after that the end soon cometh.

Cutest video ever!

Cutest video ever...At the very beginning you hear Elder Morgan tell the kids to go find a chameleon (the Malagasy are afraid of chameleons because they think they’re poisonous so it’s always a big deal when the missionaries touch them). Taylor then tells the kids to smile “ Tsiky tsiky tsara”. That cute little boy in the front left is asking, “Is it a picture? Who? Who? Who?” And you hear Taylor tell him it’s a video.

More cute kids!

Ha, when I was talking to all the kids, we were just naming a ton of different "laoka" that they like. Laoka is toppings for rice, they have a ton of kinds, so we were just naming a bunch.

Stories, Comments?

If any of you have received any letters or great stories from Taylor and would like to share it, we'd love to have it and post it here. When Taylor is done we are going to make this blog into a book for him. So we would love to have any additional stories that he may send to you. Just email them to moultonfamily1@msn.com. THANKS!!

Feel free to make comments to the posts below, and they will be emailed to Taylor. He would love to hear from you. Even if it is a small comment.

Letters from Elder Moulton:

Monday, March 25, 2013

Another week full of adventure...

Well, I won't get anyone's hope up, no pictures this week, again. Computers here stink. No question mark or exclamation either ha, total piece.

But we had an interesting week. Always do it seems. I know I have mentioned it 200 times, but we get so much rain here. I am permanently wet around the ankles, paths are just so bad. And its not just mud, its human waste and garbage too, we love it..

Anyway, I get a few bad puddle stumbles every day, but I had a way bad one on Wednesday. Up to my knee in sludge, then I jumped out and got my whole arm covered. Luckily I had some homies at a little shop wash me down with some pump water. Then we taught our last few times of the night and called it good. Needless to say, I was a wreck that night. A Malagasy dirt trail is a piece of work.. It can't be compared to anything back home.

No mountains in the new area. Analamahitsy was in the outskirts, so it was all hills, but we are smack in the city now, its flat. We walk a ton, nonstop all day. We stick close to home, but its still walking 24-7. I go to bed at like 9:30 every night. It makes time go by fast though.

I did splits a few times this week. Worthen is a ZL, so he does it a lot. I worked with Elder Horne on Tuesday and Elder Bates (the new kid) on Sunday. We did work. Except for a few overly heated bible bashers who say we dont follow Jesus, everything was way good.

A few weeks ago, we tracted into a family from Toliara (down south) and we started teaching them. Sickest people ever. They always go berzerk about how much they love the times. They asked for a baptismal date in our second lesson. Last night on splits their daughters were telling me how much they love it. They said "We know for sure that this is the true church, because you guys teach so clear. No pastor in all of Toliara ever taught as clearly, they always preach and no one can understand what they mean. But you missionaries make sense." I love that family. We will see how things go with them for the next while.

We are supposed to have 3 baptisms this coming weekend. We will see if they all go through, I am pretty sure about 2 of them. We might have to push another back.

All the missionaries talk to the health people, they know when things are serious or not. Don't worry, if I have problems they'll get taken care of. It's just the fact that we live in a less than third world country in the dirtiest areas in the mission. I am honestly fine overall, my stomach is just used to lighter Malagasy food, so heavy American food throws it off sometimes. But I still like a good American meal every now and then.

As far as Easter, its just a big weekend of drinking. Things are gonna get wild. We will probably just chill with oher missionaries. To be honest, Malagasies love any excuse for a party, so a wild weekend isn't too unheard of. Just the usual drunks roaming the streets and wreaking havoc.

Conference will be in English. Saturday sessions in English, then Sunday in Malagasy at the church. Only outside of Tana is it always in Malagasy only.

It's a short one, but I dont want to bore you guys with a long email and no pictures ha.


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