Monday, May 25, 2015

Just pics

Splits with Rasmussen

My boys got baptized!

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Home again!

Hello everyone! 

Äldste Treat here! Reporting LIVE from Solna library. It just so happens that Solna library has a very strict booking system so there is this scary clock on my screen that is counting down the time I have right before my eyes! It is stressing me out! 

Also the keyboard is very creepy so if I iss a letter don't frek out. Oky? 

Home :)
Stockholm is my home, and am back. I love this place! The streets, the buildings, the random alley ways that have some very questionable smells.... It is home. Because I was born here! Stockholm and I have a special connection. 

I must admit, I have been getting some weird dejavu type of stuff because I didn't think I would be back here. I guess I tried to leave home and it didn't work out so well and now it feels kinda weird to be back. Like moving in with your parents at the age of 30.. a bit unnatural but still kinda fun. 

Mycket att Göra!
For the sake of speed and formatting I will provide the readers of my blog with a list of events that have happened in the past 7 days. 

-I left Visby Tuesday morning

-I taught a Mongolian family who couldn't speak English or Swedish through the power of the Gift of Tongues known in the modern age as google translate. 

-I helped a finish man clean his porch, and then he grilled us finnish korv (sausage) He insisted Korv was better with milk. I agree. We sat around and talked about Finland.

-I cleaned the drain in  apartment. It hadn't been done for YEARS. Someone had to do it, and I took one for the team. 

-I helped some cool Swedes move. 

-I met my MTC teacher (Bro. Marchant!) and his wife! He treated us to Kebab :) 

-I frolicked in a forest. 

-I gave my first baptismal interview to some brothers from Ghana! 

-I gave my first blessing in English! (I've done a couple in Swedish!) 

-I had a pancake party with the other Jakobsberg missonaries. 

-I enjoyed a Chilean barbecue!

Well this creepy little clock is counting down so I am gonna have to call this a blog post. Thanks for reading! 

Love from Sweden, 
Äldste Treat 


Monday, May 11, 2015

Stockholm Part II

Hello all!

I am here, and I am typing. 

Return of the King... kind of.
So yeah. The Zone Leaders called me up. Here is the conversation: 

ZL: ''Hi. You are going back to Stockholm.'' 
Me: ''Nice.''
ZL: ''O, by the way you are district leader.'' 
Me: ''Cool.'' 

So that is the news. Stockholm wants me, or maybe needs me. Part 2 baby! I am actually really happy to be going back. I will be serving in an area of Stockholm called Jakobsberg but I will be living right in the middle of Stockholm. I feel like I am going home in some way. Stockholm really is my kind of place. I will also be the district leader... but I will be the district leader for THE PRESIDENT. He is in my district. So I guess there is some kind of weird pressure on me to be awesome? That will be fun.  

A guy named Äldste Luke will be my new companion. He is from St. George, Utah! That means he is my third companion in a row from that place. I don't really know anything about him. I hope he is nice. 

This is just a tribute.
Missionary work is very important and all, but I would like to take a chunk of today's blog post and get really real. My mom is awesome. Of course, moms are inherently awesome. Because being a mom is a really hard job. Moms have so many responsibilities and very little of there work gets any notice or pay. But the thing is that moms do it because they are filled with love. So just by nature my mom is awesome. 

But I just gotta say, I won the lottery with getting MY mom. Other people have cool moms, but MY mom is the one I need. Laurie Treat is an amazing person and I feel bad for any of you out there who have not yet been able to meet her. She is the reason why I went on a mission, and she continues to be the reason that I can stay out here. 

As a little kid I know for a fact I was a turd sometimes. I know that I was a turd sometimes (or maybe even more often) when I was a teenager! But somehow my mom was able to have the patience to teach and help me, and for that she deserves a huge trophy or something. Because of that loving patience I was able to learn enough that I can survive a mission, and maybe someday I will be able to survive real life. (maybe.) The point is that she has influenced me to do so much good and become the person I am. (At least the good parts of who I am!) 

So I want the world (or at least the readers of this blog) to know I love my mom! If you know her, you know why. And If you don't know her, then find some way to meet her. She likes to talk so you can get to know her fast! 

Bye Bye Visby
It is hard being a missionary because you are constantly being uprooted as soon as you start to get comfortable. I have loved getting to know new people and serving in this branch. I have been able to have people make an incredibly positive influence on me, and I hope I have influenced them back in an equally positive way. Working with Eva, and my other investigators has been a true pleasure. The Maddens, the senior couple here, have also been a fantastic help. I'm sad to leave all these friends! 

-This week we celebrated Cinco de Mayo! 

-Thursdays in Sweden have a special traditional lunch- pea soup and pancakes. We go to the Herreys every Thursday to celebrate this weekly fesitivity! Pea soup is actually better than it sounds. I took a second bowl once. 

-The Visby ice cream shop has so many flavors I can't even pick. Ice cream isn't supposed to be stressful. 

-I got to Skype with my family! I like those people. 

-Today we went around checking out some cool church ruins! They are old. 

I gotta go now! I love you people. Give your moms hugs. 


ä treat 

Monday, May 4, 2015


Nej men hej hej!

Tjena folk! Äldste Treat reporting live from Almedalsbiblioteken in Visby! Today is rainy, but we got some ice cream anyways. I have a confession for you all, even though the Visby ice cream shop has around 1.2 million flavors... I still got Vanilla. Because I like it. 

Well here is my week: 

Ask the missionaries...they can move you! 
When I thought of going on a mission I thought of how much service I would be doing. I wanted to build houses for orphans and teach people how to get clean water. I imagined myself in the jungle going around and just helping people. Well, God had a different plan for me. A very opposite plan! I haven't had much of a chance to build houses for Swedish orphans, but I did get to move some people this week. This week has been a moving week. I am pretty sure I am a trained professional now! We helped a family in our branch, the Blombergs, move to Utah! We were over at their house a couple times with a last minute rush to get everything done! It turned out awesome. This week I was also able to help my friend from Zimbabwe move to another part of the island. We had a blast and built our muscles in the process! Building muscles and friendships at the same time :,) 

So Valborg is a viking holiday whose origins I have neglected to learn. Valborg from the viewpoint of an ignorant foreigner goes like so: 

a)  On the last day of April, take a pile of all the crappy sticks, twigs, branches, and anything else that can burn and put it in a big pile. If it isn't taller than you it is not good enough. 

b) Light that thing on fire. 

c) Stare at it until it is nothing but ashes. 

d) Now that winter is ''burnt out'' carry on with regular life. It probably is still really wintery though, because Sweden. 

So yeah! Valborg is a holiday meant for burning out winter! It hasn't snowed since so I guess it worked. Something about a giant bonfire on the coast side does have a very mystical and viking-y feel too it so I am glad I got to do it. 

A thought:
Jesus Christ is the perfect example in everything, but one thing he is the perfect example in is selflessness. When God asked all of us (when we were all little spirit children) who would be the one to go, Satan came forth and said he would do it for his own glory. Jesus came forth and said send me! But he said he would do it for the glory of God. Obviously God picked Jesus, but  I think it is powerful to know that Jesus was doing it all for God, not for his own benefit. 

Well, I must depart! But thank you all for reading this thing! Feel free to send in requests for things you want to know about! 

Love! Love! Love! 

-äldste treat