La Voluntad de Dios

Everything works out how its supposed to.
This last week has been the last week of the change, and so naturally all of us were nervous as to how it was going to work out. I really like being with Elder Wassom and Elder Johnson and Elder Bullough. They are all really good guys and I like em a lot. We really have a good time together. Sometimes it almost reminds me of the best two years and just how the dynamics work out in the pension. We are from different areas, all gringo, and we really get along well together. But every good thing has to come to an end.
"I think you´re going to Nuñoa, Elder Bullough," I told him. "And I think Im going to go somewhere in Puento Alto with a latino." That was my predicion. I thought that Elder Wassom was going to stay with some gringo, and Elder Johnson was going to get a latino for a companion. Its funny how things turn out the way they do, and how the Lord works. I felt so strongly that I was leaving, and that what I had to do in this sector was already done; I was ready to move onto the next challenge. Thats why I was so surprised when we got the call about the changes Sunday night and was informed that I would be staying.
"What?!!" exclaimed Elder Wassom. "I can´t believe it!" The fact that I was staying wasnt really what Elder Wassom was suprised about. It was what I had in my hand that made him suprised that I was staying.
Alright, to explain this, I need to remind everyone about Camila. Camila is our recent convert who had the hots for me a while back. Earlier that night, we came over to her house to say our potential goodbyes. As we were leaving, she gave Elder Wassom and I notes with our names on it. When we got back to the pension before the assistant called with our change results, we opened up the notes and began reading. My expression changed from sadness that I might not see our awesome convert again, to pride for who she is becoming, to worry about what she was writing, to nostalgia of seventh grade notes in lockers with little hearts on them. Im not going to say what it said, but after reading it, I realized that if the spirit was telling the president anything, I would leave. It was very mushy and kind of scary. So that was what I was holding in my hands the moment we got the call.
Even though I was staying, I felt like I should have been leaving. The next day, I took the letter to the change meeting where missionaries hear where they are being sent to and who their new companion is going to be. After the meeting (Elder Bullough did not go to Nuñoa, but Elder JOhnson did get a latino companion) I went up the president and explained my situation. He read the letter and nodded his head. "Well elder," he said. "You just gotta stop being so good looking!"
As of right now, I am writing this letter from an internet cafe in Puente Alto in the south of our mission with Elder Martin, my new companion. He is from the south of Spain and is a super cool guy. I knew I was going to get there. I just didnt know how.
Everything works out how its supposed to.
Love you all!
Elder Westover