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Well... RIP Lil Costco.

So, one morning this week, we woke up and decided to go for a run. We went running and saw a baby iguana, so we grabbed it and ran back home to put it in a little box and keep it as a pet. Unfortunately, he was dead when we got home that day. Unfortunately, we just killed Lil Costco before he had time to live.

So, I have been a missionary officially for a year in 2 days. As I look back on this last year, I realize how much I have actually changed and grown. It's amazing how fast it is going. I'm finally a "dynamite missionary Zack."

No, but all seriousness, this is the most joy I have ever felt in my entire life from serving a mission. It has been so amazing to learn so many things every single day, to just learn how to deal with the word "no" and people being mad at you on the street for no reason, just mad because you are a member, to learn how to deal with tough situations personally and when others tell you their situations. They trust the missionaries too much. You get to hear a lot of things, to try and help people with their marriages, to learn how to be comfortable with discomfort. As much as you realize that being comfortable in life is happiness, my mission has taught me that it's the exact opposite. Being uncomfortable is happiness. Is it comfortable to learn patience, humility, charity, faith, diligence, hope, obedience, etc.? It's not very fun to learn Christ-like attributes, especially when it's not what you're wanting.

All I'm saying is that the mission is the best place to be. I have never felt closer to God, to the Spirit, or to Jesus Christ in my life, and it's fun too. It's not boring at all.

The feeling of sharing the gospel, eating beans and rice again for the millionth time, looking at the beach, the palm trees, the sweat dripping off your face when you get out of the shower every day, walking in the streets at 2 pm when it's hot and you're sweating like crazy.

Man, I love being a missionary. So hard but so awesome.

We had an exchange, and I went back to Vega Baja, and I was really in a fever dream. It was all the same. Nothing had changed except me and the people I was with. It's cool to see that perspective.

I'm kinda bored of writing.

Marie and Jose continue attending church. We will harvest that fruit soon.

Cristaly, the daughter of Cristin, should get baptized this week. Please pray for her.

I love you guys.

I always just get bored of writing these days. It's not that there aren't miracles in the work, it's just that I hate typing.

It's alright. It's all in my journal.