Well I am out in the mission field now and have been since Tuesday morning. A lot has been happening but first let me tell you about what happened before I left the MTC, since I haven’t been able to write you in two weeks.
Last Sunday Elder Oaks visited and he gave a really good talk! We all got to shake his hand, but we didn’t really get to talk to him. My musical number was good. Lots of people said it made them cry. I messed up a little bit, but no one could tell. (Marie played an arrangement of “If You Could Hie to Kolob” on the piano).
One day in the MTC they took us down to Manchester on a train to Piccadilly Square to go finding and I got robbed. Some guy took my wallet, but I took it back from him, so everything’s fine. I saw the guy out of the corner of my eye, and he tried to hide it in his arm and pretend like he was having a really intense conversation on his phone. But I saw him and thought, ‘No way is a liar like that getting away with my wallet.’ So I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey, excuse me!” And he looked around at me and said, “Uh! Fine! Take it!” And threw it back at me, and I caught it. So that was very irritating. Dishonesty is honestly one of my biggest pet peeves! I just honestly can’t understand how someone could bring themselves to lie or steal or cheat or anything like that. It’s truly beyond me. I should have given him a lesson on honesty, or maybe on repentance, but I was a little scared so we went and found some of the elders and sat by them to eat so that we wouldn’t get robbed again.
When we got to the mission office on Tuesday we took pictures and met our trainers and found out our areas. Looks like you already know who my companion is. Sister Christy has been out four months and is 28. You wouldn’t guess it though, she acts younger than me, but I’m glad she knows more than I do about how to get around and how to teach people. She is from Ireland! We are the only set of missionaries in our ward (Wylde Green), and it seems like there are way too many people and ground for us to cover alone. Most other wards have two set of missionaries, but this one doesn’t, and we’re sisters, not elders so I think it’s harder. We work in the office sometimes, updating the mission blog and things like that, and we work with the APs quite a bit too. The APs are really great. And of course we get to work with President and Sister Leppard. The are both very nice people.
My first day we went to visit a less active woman who is working to come back and get a temple recommend. I thought, ‘It’s not going to rain, I’ll just wear this little jacket. It’s kind of waterproof anyway.’ Boy was I wrong. It POURED! It was amazing and miserable. I got soaked all the way through to my skin, through my jacket, cardigan, dress, and garments. And we had to walk home, and it got colder as we went, and it wasn’t a short way. We stopped by the ward mission leader’s house on the way home because he wanted to meet me. Sounds like you got the message ☺️ I guessed you were reading scriptures and not answering the phone, but you were in town. I’m not sure if I was glad or sad no one answered, because if I’d heard someone’s voice I would have broken down, but it might have helped me not be as homesick, because I was trying to push down feelings of longing for home, which makes it worse. Anyway, you got the message(if the call went through the right way).
I met the other Sister Wadsworth this week! We looked in family search and found out how we were related all the way back to Nephi John Wadsworth, but we weren’t sure what it made us to each other exactly. She’s super nice. She came in a threesome with Sister Christy and I and we taught a woman who is less active and trying to get over a smoking addiction. Strangely, the fact that Sister Wadsworth and I had been talking the whole way there about our family history, when we were in the lesson I had an impression that family history would be a great thing to try to help her get over her addiction, because she only smokes when she’s bored, and she lives alone. So if she got involved in FH, she wouldn’t be bored, and it would bring her closer to her ancestors, and give her a desire to get a temple recommend to do their work. But if I hadn’t met Sister Wadsworth and we hadn’t been talking about it, I wouldn’t have thought of it. I still don’t know if it’s going to work out, but hey.
Everyone thinks we look alike too, which we kind of do. She looks a lot like Rebekah.
English people eat A LOT. and they really don’t have healthy food. I haven’t explored much of the food, but I haven’t had any chocolate that is better than America, or any of the chips and candy bars and things. So far, American food is better.
Sister Christy eats like you WOULD NOT BELIEVE. Dad, she eats a lot more than you do, I’m sure of it, and I don’t know how on earth she eats that much and then gets on her bike and rides hard for almost an hour. I would be puking for sure. She’s tough!
The flat is kind of messy and run down, but I’m going to ask her if we can clean it on p-day, because I’m used to clean, sanitary, organised things, and this isn’t doing any good to try and feel the Spirit in. The floor in the bathroom was decaying even before the missionaries moved in apparently, and we have to be careful where we step when we get out of the shower, or else we might fall through the floor. I had a dream last night that Dad came and fixed it. But the landlord called and he’s going to get it fixed.
I am lost all the time. It’s basically city in this area, and it is not organised well. I’m not even sure which ways north most of the time, and there is no way I could navigate the street, especially when their traffic is so different and they drive on the wrong side of the road. I just follow my companion around and wonder how on earth she knows where she’s going. Half the time she doesn’t. It makes me depressed to feel lost because I’m the kind of person who needs to know exactly where I am or else I’ll panic. It’s tough. I keep having to remind myself that I haven’t even been here a week, and there’s still time.
I’ve been biking! Apparently the sisters previously have been spending too much on travel, so they are making us bike more now, and boy is it hard. I thought I was really tough because I can run for a long time, and bike for a long time, but with all these hills, ALL DAY LONG, I’m ready to die. I wonder if I’ll live to the next transfer. So far my weight has stayed the same since I’ve been in the field, but I’m thinking it might increase if I build muscle from those hills, because my legs are really going to grow, I can tell. I know Sara and I talked a lot before I left about how fun it would be to ride bikes all over on your mission day after day, and it is! Some places are really secluded trails that are green and beautiful with fields and farmland, and the flat is wonderful. But the hills kill. Especially when it’s a constant incline for a long long time.
A sister that went home left her bike for me to use so I don’t have to buy one. Hopefully it lasts as long as I need it too. We had a zone meeting on this last Thursday and the elders looked at our bikes and fiddled with them and put in new brake pads and fixed some things. Our district leader is Elder Paul, raised on a dairy farm in Ogden (or Logan, I don’t remember.) These elders are Elder Robinson (facing) and Elder Wall (back to us). They are in our district and they are both farm boys.
Sister Anderson (wife of a 70) spoke to us in he MTC and she said to ask our families to pray for us to have the gift of tongues so that we can speak the words of Christ like the Angels do (you know the scripture), and the gift of discernment, because these are things that every missionary has a right to while serving. So please pray for that. And I’m throwing in another and saying can you pray for me to have charity as well?
I love you all with all my heart and soul! I can’t believe how much I miss you!