Another week has flown by!! There’s so much on my mind that I’m not sure I can even type out an email—but let’s see :)
This week started off really well. Thank you to everyone who reached out about last week's email. You brought some joy my way.
I've been thinking a lot about the changing of the word “investigator” to “friend.” When I “make” a new friend, am I really making one? Do I truly care about this person? Do they know that I care? And do I actually know them? This week, I can honestly say the answer is 100% yes. I’ve made so many friends, and it makes me so happy. These are people I would truly be sad to leave—just like it was in Kingston. And to me, that means I’m doing the Lord's work. I’ve made real connections and brought people closer to Him—not always through words, but through love.
In Preach My Gospel, there’s an incredible promise: if we’re feeling the Spirit, the people we’re teaching are feeling it too. That gives me so much comfort and motivation.
I don’t want these emails to turn into just a list of “what I learned this week,” but maybe they’ve always been that, haha. But just know—if my biggest “hangovers” are other people’s challenges and the doctrine of missionary work, I’m think I'm doing alright. Life is good here :)
One thing I’ve noticed on my mission is how much my empathy is growing. This week I listened to a member share the story of their home country, which is still fighting for freedom and often experiences terrorist attacks—both for religious and societal reasons. It made me genuinely sad. Honestly, a little angry. It got me thinking about what service for my country might look like someday—but that’s next year's problem for Cal :)
For now, that friend and I have decided to fast together for his country this Sunday. And anytime he fasts in the future, he’ll shoot me a text and I’ll join him. That kind of connection is one of the many powerful and heartbreaking stories you hear here in London. I am learning how much I love these people.
Because of the incredible immigration in this city, London doesn’t always feel like “England”—and frankly, I quite like it. For a few hours at a time, it feels like I’m in Ghana, then Brazil, then Korea, Nigeria, Turkey, and so on. I feel truly blessed to be serving people from all nations, kindreds, and tongues. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
To close, I just want to say how much I love you all. I feel so grateful for every person who takes the time to read these thoughts. Knowing that there are people I love that care about my journey and my growth in Christ means the world to me.
Some days, it would be nice to hear Rich say “Up Tonga,” or relate a workday to a scripture, or take a wild trip with the young men, or change Ebut’s oil for mutual. But I’m where God wants me. And I know this isn’t just what He permits—it’s what He prefers.
Love you all,
Elder Hixon














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. The flat is awesome. It's just so funny, there is nothing else to say about it. Everyone works hard and has fun. Can't ask for anything else!.
