Thanksgiving-ish

Tuesday, November 26, 2013 1 Comments

Happy Thanksgiving week, fellow Americans!

This past week has been rather dreary, which is surprising being in Southern California. Alas, I've had to break out the tights and layers of sweaters as if it's been just another Eastern autumn. Luckily, today seems sunny side up, and I'm a bit hot in my cardigan and long-sleeved shirt.

Despite all of the weather problems and the exchanges (when your companion is a sister training leader, it happens. A lot.) I've been grand.

Last week we had the most beautiful surprise waiting on our doorstep after our jaunt in the morning cold. Fresh-squeezed orange juice! If you have the means, I highly recommend getting your paws on some and drinking it immediately. It is so darn good!



Another blessing of the week was sushi! We went on exchanges with Sister Farr, one of my MTC companions, and she, Sister Lemon and I all decided to take advantage of the situation and treat ourselves. It was so delicious, I could barely believe my tastebuds.



We've had fun adventures and not-so-fun adventures, but at least every week is a new start for us. Church is so refreshing after a cold, rainy string of days. We get to be spiritually fed, renew our covenants with Heavenly Father, and simply just be around comrades in the Gospel.

So, here's to a happy Thanksgiving week for everyone. Don't forget to thank God for all of the blessings He's given you; check out Doctrine and Covenants 78:17-19 for a Thanksgiving message. (Spoiler: gratitude=even more blessings.)

I love you all! Have a blessed week!

Love,
Sister B

P. S. I held a gecko.


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Monday, November 18, 2013 0 Comments

This week has been a whirlwind adventure. We've seen plenty of miracles, had awkward encounters, hunted down referrals, and exceeded our goals! We've also been on two exchanges this week, on account of Sister Halling's role as a sister training leader. Luckily, for most of them Sister Lemon and I get to remain in our area, which means we don't have to pack our overnight bags or lug around the air mattress.

We are teaching a lot of fantastic people whom I love dearly. We are also teaching a lot of flaky people who don't understand that the awkwardness of just saying "no" to a missionary is a lot better than the awkwardness of being hunted down by three missionaries every week until you respond.

Seriously. We will never stop trying to contact you unless you tell us not to. JUST SAY NO. IT'S OKAY.

But really I'm not too upset about any of that, because that's just a day in the life of a missionary. Rejection isn't too bad at all when you put it into perspective. They're not really rejecting you as a person or even the message that you offer. They simply don't have the eyes to see what is right in front of them, and while that's sad, that's okay. We can't help everyone.

We can help a lot of people, though. Take Robin, for example. My companions and I had just finished visiting a girl in our YSA ward and were walking to our car. Off in the distance we saw a crying woman being consoled by a friend. We all felt pretty awkward about interrupting the moment, but our missionary brains took over so we decided to suck it up and go over to see if there was something we could do to help.

She told us that her name was Robin and that her father needed to have open heart surgery. We asked if there was anything we could do to help, and her friend, Steve, said "you know, we could really use a prayer from you right now." Sister Lemon volunteered and gave a simple, beautiful prayer.

After the prayer, Robin stopped crying. They both talked about a feeling of peace coming over them, and how they knew that everything would be all right. Robin joked with her friend that he should start going back to church, and we left after talking to Robin about taking the lessons.

What a miracle that was! To be able to spread God's peace and love around a little bit.

Wherever you are this week, take time to look around you and see what good you can do. I promise there are opportunities!

Love,
Sister B

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Sista in Vista

Wednesday, November 13, 2013 0 Comments

Greetings from Vista, CA, Where I am currently wearing short sleeves and loving my life. :)

Yet again, I find myself in a trio! How does this happen? I don't know. We are the only trio in the mission right now! My companions are Sister Halling (who trained my trainer... weird, right?) and Sister Lemon, who is in her second transfer of training. They are the greatest! I'm the misplaced middle child in the relationship, but we're having a grand ol' time anyway, living it up in Vista.

We cover two wards, a family ward and a YSA ward. It's a little bit overwhelming, but also the awesomest of awesomes. I love both wards so much already!

So, we've already had so many adventures, I can't begin to explain them. But I have to tell you about two experiences I've had this week that have made it unforgettable.

1. It all started when our family ward had Temple Night. Someone wrote it on our dinner calendar, and then nobody signed up for dinner. We were bummed, but kept hope alive by deciding to eat at Souplantation (a first time for me). We went in and ate our salads, then a round of soup. Sister Lemon was in desperate need of some macaroni and cheese, so we all went up to get her some (staying within sight and sound of each other) and were stopped by a huge man in a Stetson and a pair of Wranglers.

"Hey sisters, how are ya?" he said while I stared at the selection of breads.

"Oh, we're great!" I said, looking to my companions. Was this a member of our ward that I hadn't met? Blank stares met mine.

Well, before I could get sufficiently creeped out, he explained who he was. His name is Mick and he's a member of the church who lives down in San Diego. He hosts a tent sale of cars all over, and was currently hosting one in a Walmart parking lot in our area. We talked and he gave us two gift cards to Souplantation.

And he said, "hey, I've got a couple of people who work from me that want to hear about the gospel. I'll give you my number and you sisters call me tomorrow and I'll give you their information."

A referral? At Souplantation? Heck yeah! We finished our desserts and then he came over to our table and gave us a summary of his life: his time in the Navy, his conversion to the church, how he met his wife and how many kids he has (6). Then he gave us two names, a mother and son, and his phone number, along with a list of recent callings he's held in case we needed to do a background check. ;)

And then he left (after doing a great John Wayne impersonation) and then a waitress came up and gave us three free meal passes for Souplantation! So now we have five free meals and a random referral.

Needless to say, that was fantastic.

2. We had a really really really great zone training meeting yesterday. My companion is a sister training leader, so she and the zone leaders worked together to plan it on the best theme ever: find, teach, baptize. That is (or should be) every missionary's motto. They asked me to give a talk on the Atonement, so I scribbled something out that morning before the meeting started. It was so fun! The first two trainings were great, then we all filed into the Relief Society room for a mock baptism. I gave my talk and felt the Spirit burning in my chest as I had the opportunity to testify of the cleansing power of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. It might not have been a perfect talk or a real baptism, but we all felt so good basking in the presence of the Spirit. We talked about bringing that same spirit into every baptism, and the power that it has to change the hearts of everyone in the room. If everyone brought a friend to a baptisimal service where the Spirit was so present, so many people would enter the waters of baptism. I know it! Baptisms are a wonderful opportunity to support someone who is making that decision to covenant with God and to be influenced by His spirit for good.

We've done so much this week, from eating fresh persimmons and figs from the mini-orchard in our own backyard (graciously allowed by the members we live with) to attending a rowdy game of scatterball at our YSA ward's Family Home Evening (imagine dodgeball, but crazier). We've met so many people this week and had such a fantastic time doing it.





Somehow, I'm even adjusting to running up hills every morning!

Vista is amazing. Saying my goodbyes to French Valley was hard, and I will miss the people there so so very much, but I know that being a missionary is about doing the best you can where you are planted, and being willing to adapt when you are moved again.

If I could challenge you to do one thing, that would be to take time to feel the Spirit this week. The Spirit of God is a blessing that we can all access, some in more fullness than others. Baptized members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are entitled to the presence of the Spirit in every moment of their lives, if they are living worthy of that presence.

There is no feeling more compelling, more sweet, or more encompassing than the Spirit. It reminds us that God loves us; it gives us confidence to do difficult things; it testifies of truth and softens the heart. No servant of God can go without it.

If you take time to seek out the Spirit this week, I promise that the Lord will bless you. Maybe you will receive the answer to a question you've been seeking. Maybe you'll receive that boost of confidence you need to complete your daily tasks. Maybe you'll be filled with His love for you and find solace you didn't know you'd been searching for.

I love you all so much. I would love to hear about experiences you have where you took time to feel the Spirit. I know that I'll be doing my best to do the same. Who knows, maybe I'll have more miracles to share with you next week because of it!

Love always,
Sister B

P. S. Here is a pig on a leash. In case you were wondering what goes on in Vista.


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Tuesday, November 05, 2013 0 Comments

This is it, everyone.

I'm getting transferred!

As of tomorrow, I will no longer be a missionary in the French Valley ward.

:(

Okay, yes. I am very very sad. I've made a lot of friends here and I hate to leave them. I had to say goodbye to my Powells, which was hard for me, along with all of the ward members that I have yet to say goodbye to. And I just barely saw baby Reesi long enough to say welcome back and goodbye!




I knew this was coming (President Kendrick basically told me that I would be leaving after this transfer) but it has just barely started to hit me, around 24 hours before transfers. I don't think I'll cry until tonight/tomorrow morning when I pack up the last of my things, or when I'm in a stranger's car with my new companion, driving to my new area. Or when I walk into a strange building on Sunday, knowing no one.

I have no idea where I'm going, which is also scary. All I know is that I'll be senior companion, which means my companion will be either one of my MTC companions or someone who got out after me but is no longer being trained. So I really need to put on my big girl panties and start being a mature missionary! You can't avoid adulthood forever, I guess. ;)

All jokes aside, this is going to be a great transfer for me. I'll miss Cambria and Sister Grover and Dash the dog and Tess the puppy and shopping at Winco and being in the desert, but I'm excited to take this next step. It's like graduating from high school or college. Scary, but necessary.

To all of the friends that I've made up here in the desert: I'll miss you. You've got a place in my heart, always and forever.
To Sister Saxton and Sister Grover: thanks for making this first leg of my missionary journey the best thing ever. And thanks for putting up with my craziness!

To everyone who reads these emails, from their inbox or from my blog: You're great! Thank you so much for the love and support. If you're thinking about being a missionary, do it. It's the best thing you could do right now. It will be hard and you will cry, but you will also laugh more than ever and develop a priceless testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Even if you don't get a single baptism on your mission, if you do it right you will return home converted, and that's all that matters.

Stay tuned next week to hear about my new adventures in a new part of the mission!

Love,
Sister B

Note from the post moderator: For those of you who may not have noticed, there are three posts today. I've had problems with computers and the internet and my work schedule, but posting should resume it's regular tempo beginning next Monday. Make sure to check out all three posts and let Sister B. know how awesome she is (see the sidebar for her snail mail and email addresses)!

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The Miracle of Hope

Tuesday, November 05, 2013 0 Comments

This week.

Man, this week.

It's a miracle I've survived it. This transfer has been the most difficult transfer. I've been under constant testing and refinement, and I feel like I'm failing everything and everyone.

Just another week in the life of a missionary.

But before I get to the great miracle of hope, let's talk about my week.

After emailing last week, we had a zone activity at the most incredible house. We sat by this gigantic pool with a waterfall (don't worry, we didn't get in) and ate barbecue then went out to the front lawn and played kickball and volleyball while the gardeners weeded the hillside. I can't even believe that house is real.

Then I went and had my first In N' Out milkshake! Actually, that was probably my first time setting foot in an In N' Out, being from the East Coast, where I don't think they exist.



Then I found a street called Shenandoah, and cried a little bit in my heart for the Shenandoah Valley that I left behind six months ago. Although California is pretty, nothing beats the hills of Virginia. I'll always be fond of that verdant green valley.



Then the elders' investigator, Wayne, got baptized! And what a beautiful day that was. Wayne is one of the most incredible people I've met. In just over a month he went from knowing nothing about Mormonism to having an incredible testimony of our Savior and the love of God.

That night was our ward's Trunk or Treat, which was AWESOME, if not a little wild. Having 75 kids running around is always craziness. We dressed up and helped run a booth for a little while, then walked around and just had a great time gathering candy and talking to everyone. There were so many nonmembers there! I almost had a missionary conniption.

Sister Wonder Woman and Sister Batman
And in between all of these incredible things, I've had some of the most disheartening moments of my mission so far. Funny how that works, huh? Even in the midst of my pain, I found that there was faith, hope, burning in my heart. Even as I thought "maybe I should go home" for the hundredth time, there was a tiny voice in my brain that said "no you shouldn't".

And that, my friends, is the miracle of hope. My hope that I will become the missionary that I want to me, and the servant that my Heavenly Father wants. My faith in this Gospel and the sacrifice of my Savior keep me going. It's something I've never had before, and I know that it is all because of this Church that I am able to keep going when the going gets tough.

I finally felt like I understood the Albert Camus quote that we've written on our missionary whiteboard. "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer."  

When you have hope, or faith, you have an invincible summer even within the darkest depths of personal winters. And that is why I'm here, as a missionary. To help others build that same hope so they can have something to hold on to when they want to give up.

So, don't give up! Don't you ever quit, okay? Just keep stepping out in faith, believing that God loves you. Because He does. More than you could ever comprehend.

I love you!

Sister B

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Hey everyone!

Tuesday, November 05, 2013 0 Comments

Hey everyone!

You haven't missed very much since last week. We went on two exchanges, which was fun. (An exchange is where you switch companions for 24 hours.) My first exchange I stayed in Temecula with my Sister Training Leader, and the second I went to Murrieta while my companion stayed in Temecula. Your first few exchanges are always stressful, but once you get the hang of it you are always looking to a fresh perspective on things.

We visited with a lot of less-active members this week, which was great fun. One of my favorite couples, the Powells, are an older couple that we visit with every week. He always tells us stories about his experiences in World War II and how he met his wife and all of the adventures he's been having for over 80 years. I wish I could make a pocket version of them and carry them around with me forever. If you're ever in the Temecula area, you should visit them! They're the greatest.

Then on Sunday, there was a Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure (breast cancer race, I think) that messed up everyone's regular route to church, so we had the great opportunity to stand outside in the early morning cold and hold a sign that said "LDS" to point our church members through a neighborhood to our church building. We were chilly but it was also pretty fun to wave at everyone as they passed.

And now here it is, P-day again! I don't know why weeks go by so much faster than days here in the mission field, but I seriously think that I was just writing to you yesterday, still basking in the post-temple glow.

I have two favors to ask of you all this week!

1. I'm driving myself crazy looking for a talk given by Elder Holland on Thanksgiving (22 November) 2012 in the MTC. I think I've mentioned it before. I watched a recording of it when I was in the MTC, and it seriously changed my mission life. I need to find it! If any of you have MTC hookups or might know where to find that talk, you have to let me know! I swear, it doesn't exist on the internet.

2. Find somebody to help this week! Yes, seriously. It'll make you happy and it'll make them happy, too. The world can always use more happiness.

You're the greatest! Thank you for all of your support!

Love,
Sister B

P.S. This is one of my favorite parables. Watch it!

Me and the giant, lovable panda bear, Bamboo.

Sister G and I. And a note to myself: always check my tag before taking pictures! It's always crooked!

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