I hope everyone is having a good week and that Eve hasn’t popped yet. How is the farm doing? How is third crop coming? It’s strange that when I say my prayers in the morning I can pray and ask that everyone will sleep well, and that Dad and the boys will be protected as they bale, the kids as they rake, and that the dew will be good.
We had transfers and new missionaries coming in in the last couple of weeks, so now we have a district of only four. They call it the double-date district, because it’s us, and then one companionship of elders in Walsall. There used to be two, but they closed one area down because with how many missionaries went home, they don’t currently have enough to run it. So the only one from our district who stayed before is Elder Wall, and now he’s taking over two areas, the district, and he’s training for the first time, so he’s got a lot on his plate. But he’s a really good missionary, so I think he’ll do good.
Unfortunately Sister Christy saw me doing fishy-lips this week (don’t ask me why I was doing them, I don’t remember), but she thought it was the funniest thing in the world, and she laughed and laughed, and then told Elder Wall about it over the phone. So then at district meeting he really wanted to see it, and he thought it was great, so he told the assistants about it, and of course when the assistants know about it….everyone does, and it’s so embarrassing that every time any of them see me now they get all excited and say, “Hey Sister Wadsworth! Do the thing!” They made me do it in front of all the trainers at the trainers meeting this week, and it only works because my cheeks are so chubby and my lips are so big, and everyone knows it! Oh dear, this is a strange reputation to have.
We FINALLY moved back into our flat in Wylde Green on Wednesday afternoon. Ten days traveling back and forth from Harborne was quite an adventure.
Friday I saw a really funny thing. We were riding down this street and heard a chain saw start up, so we looked, and there was this middle-aged lady in a short dress and high heels, trimming a hedge in her front yard, and doing a terrible job. I don’t know why, but it was really funny. Good thing the chain saw was loud enough to drown out my sudden burst of laughter.
Also, since it was Henry’s birthday I wanted to celebrate. So we bought chocolate cupcakes and some ice cream, sang, blew out candles, and then ate while we listened to that redneck banjo version of Auld Lang Syne that sounds like the Darlins that I brought with me. Well, it’s supposed to be redneck, and I guess to Sister Christy it is, but I actually like it. Happy Birthday Hennie! I have decided to start celebrating everyone’s birthdays. That means I will be getting fat off of cake and ice cream and pie and donuts or whatever else I decide to celebrate with in the autumn time, but it’ll be getting colder anyway, so….more insulation! Like a bear going into hibernation. Only I don’t get to sleep all winter.
It’s already getting darker earlier here, and it’s only August! It’s so weird to read from you guys that it’s been 100 and over at home, because it sure isn’t here.
That same day we decided the finding method we would use would be family history finding, and strangely enough, we met a man whose nephew had married a Wadsworth. I told him my ancestors came from Sheffield, and he said he wasn’t sure where her family was from, but he would find out, and if they were, he said he would call me. He probably won’t, but still, it was neat that we made that connection while using family history as our approach.
On Thursday we had district meeting in Walsall with Elder Wall and a Elder Lewis (he came in on Tuesday with the new batch). Poor Elder Lewis is really quiet and seems quite homesick. I tried to talk to him, but he seemed very…..shocked at his new life. We had decided previously that we would make pancakes afterward for our district lunch, so Sister Christy and I bought pancake mix at the store beforehand. But it turns out that British pancakes are not like American ones. They don’t have leavening; they don’t rise. So they are like these weird, rubbery, flat, slimy pancakes. I can’t explain them, it would take too long. So Sister Christy cooked them while the rest of us took turns telling embarrassing stories from our lives, and (scarily) I don’t remember which ones I told…
Also Elder Wall made syrup, which he had never made before and he really didn’t know how to do it, so he was trying to follow the directions on the mapleline bottle, and not succeeding very well, but I didn’t want to look like a know-it-all, so I just left him alone. Until finally he was like, “Sister Wadsworth, you have a big family, and you cook all the time, and you love breakfast, do you know how to make syrup?” Finally.
Last week we were tracking down a referral one evening out on this street called St. Dominic’s Rd. and ran into a group of young chavs when we were tracting the rest of it and showing the Because of Him video at the door. So we asked them if they wanted to see a video about Jesus Christ, and they said no, but then this younger kid came back (he was probably about 13 or 14) and said he wanted to see it. So we sat down on the curb and started it and all his friends came over. They all “watched” it and kinda paid half attention and joked about it a lot. Then this week we were riding down the side walk in the same general area, and passed a group of chavs and one of them stopped us and said, “Hey, you’re those girls from last week. The ones who showed us the video.” It was the same kid again, and he asked (very sarcastically) to see another video. So we started one for him and I found out his name was Alfred. His friends all laughed at it and it made him bag on it too. Then he wanted to ride with us for a little ways when we said we had to go, so we let him, and he just asked us a few questions before going back. Then we went back to St. Dominic’s Rd. about 45 minutes later to see the new investigator (the referral) and he was there again with his friends. As their joke is, they started yelling, “Hey! We want to see another video!” But we told them we didn’t have time, because we had a dinner appointment to get to. So we kept riding and this kid Alfred rode after us on his bike and stopped us when we were out of sight of his friends. He’s one of those kids who tries to act cooler and older than he is, and thinks he knows everything, but we were starting to see that there was something else there; that he really did want to talk to us, not to make fun of us, but because he wanted to hear more about Jesus. We asked him if he believed in God. He did. We asked him if he believed in Jesus. He did. We taught him that God was his Heavenly Father and he was a son of God, and that Jesus Christ loved him. And then we taught him how to pray. He had kind of a hard time because he didn’t think God could hear him, but I think that was more wanting to look cool for being skeptical, rather than actually doubting it. He really wants to believe it. I don’t think he would have stopped us when we rode past him just to make fun of us, or ridden down the street with us so that he could ask questions out of ear shot of his friends, or followed us on St. Dominic’s Rd. so that he could talk more without his friends. Anyway, we’ll run into him again sometime, I’m sure, and hopefully we can teach him something else. It makes me sad that he hangs out with a bunch of loser kids that are probably going to end up druggies or in prison someday. If we never get to see him again, I hope we’ve touched his life in some way. Or if we do, I hope we can do something that will let the Spirit touch him somehow. We fasted and prayed for the Lord to put the prepared in our path, maybe Alfred is one of them.
That was a really long paragraph. Sorry.
We got new Zone Leaders at the beginning of this last transfer, and they are Elder Greyling from South Africa, and Elder Robey from (I think Utah). They were whitewashed in, and I don’t know if I explained that before, so whitewashing is when President takes both members of a companionship from an area in the same transfer, so the people that come in are completely new and clueless about the area. So it can work both ways–whitewashed in, or white washed out. In this case, they both came into the zone completely new. But they are really great and making super great changes to the zone. They are a lot better than the last ones we had. Those ones were good, but Elder Greyling and Elder Robey are way more involved than the others were. We didn’t really know our last ones or have much contact with them, but these ones are really good about contact and just being there for everyone. They did a challenge week this week, so each day they send out a new challenge for everyone to complete, and you have to text them about how it went at the end of the day, and currently Sister Christy and I are in first place. Apparently they have a prize for whoever wins, and apparently it involves chocolate, so Sister Christy is dead set on winning it.
One of the days we were challenged to explain the My Pathway pamphlet to an investigator or non member and talk to them and the temple, and out of all the different finding challenges they gave us this week, that was the one that worked best for me. I just feel so comfortable talking to anyone about the temple, and eternal families. I think that’s where my strength is, because I know it’s something that is so important to almost everyone, and the thing that is most important to me, and one I have such a deep testimony of. I just love telling people that they can be with their families forever and seeing this hope come into their eyes like, ‘Can I really?’ Sister Christy have set a goal for ourselves this week that our finding method is going be related to families, and we are going to try and give out 75 Family Proclamations before the end of the week. I’m really excited to get going on it, because it is one of my favorite messages.
I think it’s a British thing to each an entire 4X6 bar of chocolate in one sitting, and then eat another one after that. Maybe it’s because the chocolate is better, but if they open one of those, they don’t stop until it’s gone. It’s amazing and disgusting at the same time. You know those ones that you buy that are different flavors like dark chocolate and orange, or sea salt and caramel, or toffee, or nut or something? Well it usually takes us about a week to eat one of those. But the ones here are bigger, and they’re gone in about five minutes. Sister Christy said she thought Americans did that too, because they blame Americans for ho big they are. But I told her that Americans only eat it one square at a time, and she was like, “Really?! Well why don’t they tell us that’s the way you’re supposed to do it?! No wonder I’m getting fat!”
Oh, last Tuesday we decided to order pizza from Dominos because a flier/coupon thingy came through the door. So we called and they said they didn’t deliver to our are, so they gave us a number for a different one. and that one said we were outside their boundaries, so they gave us a DIFFERENT number. But that one didn’t deliver to us either, so they gave us ANOTHER one. And we did that EIGHT DIFFERENT TIMES. I didn’t even want pizza by that time, but it finally got delivered so I ate some. And it wasn’t very good, so it made me throw up. It was a lot of trouble to go through just to throw up.
Okie dokie! I will attempt to send the pictures now, and I hope they will work this week!
I love you all super super tons and I love getting all your emails, and letter in the mail. Have a good week!