(That is so weird to say ‘Sister Wadsworth’ by they way)
This has been a pretty good week, number-wise it was poor, because Sister Christy was very sick, and we also were out of the area for two days on exchanges, but the experiences were good and educating.
I made oatmeal muffins on Monday, so that was fun, because I haven’t been able to cook for a while.
On Tuesday we went to see a lady who is less active to help her clean out her bedroom. Oh. My. Word. She’s a hoarder. She also has about a dozen animals that live in the house, plus a son who smokes and does drugs, so the house smelled like something terrible. And there was animal hair everywhere. And you know how our family had a gagging problem… only the Spirit saved me in that house. We need to see her again, but I told Sister Christy there is no way I’m going back in that house a second time, so we are going to walk with her instead.
On Wednesday the back brakes went out on my bike and we couldn’t fix them, so it was scary going down hills. But on Thursday we had District Meeting, and the Elders came down from Walsall, which is their area, and they put a new back wheel on, and fixed the brakes and gears for me. I’m SO glad that we have such nice Elders, who like to work on these things for me.
On Friday we took a train to Nottingham to go on exchanges with the Sister Training Leaders. It was really good, and I learned a whole lot. Nottingham is a really neat place. Sister Marsden (who is going home next transfer) and I tracked this street.
The people are very posh and snobby and rude, but the street was beautiful, and we even managed to give out a Book of Mormon.
We also did face masks, and mine was a chocolate one, so I knew I had to take a picture just for you Mom. I had on a chocolate face mask, and ate chocolate at the same time.
Also, their flat is in a facility that used to be an insane asylum, but was converted into living flats. Interestingly creepy if you ask me. I’m pretty sure I slept where a crazy person did.
This is the view from our living room window. The streets are pretty small here!
Here is with my back to the window. So we study here in the morning.
And then the kitchen. It’s really little. We use a car broom to sweep the floor, so I do it on my knees every night.
I forgot to take a picture of my bed, because I know you were just DYING to see it. 😉 I have my soft purple blanket Florence on it (named after the Florence’s on both sides) and my purple floral pillowcase that Alyson made me for Christmas.
It seems like I don’t have enough time to study in the morning. We get one hour of personal study, and then an hour of companionship study, and then, because I’m a greenie, we have another hour after that for the first 12-week training. I wish I could have two hours of personal study, because I have so many things I want to study, but I just don’t have time!
It’s crazy how much love I feel for the people I meet and teach, and the people in the ward. So when people reject the message it makes me sad because I still love them and I know how much they need the message of the gospel. Oh well. They just haven’t been prepared by the Lord yet, and maybe the next missionaries who come along will be able to teach them.
There are so many people with problems that need fixing, and I just wish I could fix it for them, but they have to do it themselves, because they have their agency. I just wish there was more I could do, but I’m doing my best, so it’s enough.
Fridays we do weekly planning, which takes about a whole afternoon of analysing investigators and less actives and deciding what they need. We always say a big prayer at the beginning, reading off our list and praying for each one’s needs individually, which take about 49 minutes, and this week it was my turn to say the prayer, and I don’t really know the people yet, so I was a little scared, because I didn’t know what to pray for. But for some reason I bawled through the whole thing. I really felt very sincere love for each person I was praying for, and felt like the Lord was hearing my pleas, and that the miracles I pray for would be answered through His power. I am looking forward to this week to see how much work we can do. We aren’t the ones who do the work, it’s God. We’ve stopped saying, “We can do it!” And now we say, “God can do it.” Because He really is the one who does it, and He can do anything.
Cigarette smoke is quickly becoming me least favorite smell in the whole world. Not only does it smell just plain nasty, but a lot of the time I smell it from an investigator, or less active. England, as least our area, has a really big problem with the Word of Wisdom.
But things are moving forward and God is looking out for us. And I know He’s looking out for you too, because I asked Him to.
I want to say thank you to everyone for all your prayers. I have definitely been able to feel them all this week. I am so blessed with such family and friends as you.
Remember that if we keep the commandments we WILL prosper in the land, one way or another, because the Lord has promised it.
I love you all so much, and pray for you always! I hope everyone is very happy and well.
PS. Today I ate fish and chips at a cute little restaurant/diner near my flat! This is what the modern fish and chips looks like. A fried fish cake, “chips”, and mushy peas, which is like mashed potatoes, but with peas instead.
And here’s a picture of me walking home in the rain yesterday from coordination meeting.
(Blurry and my coat makes me look fat, but whatever)