My goodness what a week.
I begin by showing our last district picture before transfers.
But now let me tell you about the week by starting with Monday, the most hectic P-day of my life. We went back to our flat after six and got a couple of things to proselyte, and when we left again…..I forgot to grab the keys. But we didn’t realise that until we got back at 8:45 and couldn’t find them. We called the zone leaders and they said they could come help us, but they wouldn’t be able to get there until 9:30, so we were to try and keep warm because it was FREEZING and wait until they got there. Meanwhile we called the district leader to let him know we were locked out, and he took us through every possible way we could try and get in. “What’s your door like? Can you break it down? (That thing is solid, hard wood with thick glass. No way.) Did you leave a window open? Can you climb down the chimney?” We don’t even have a chimney! 9:30 the zone leaders called us again, “Our car is having problems….” Oh no. I was ready to cry because my toes were so cold I couldn’t feel them, and my nose was about to freeze off any second. They showed up with a sputtering, chugging car at about 9:50 and let us in, bless their hearts.
Here we are, waiting outside at 9:50 for the zone leaders.
And here we are trying to occupy ourselves while we wait. So that was an unfortunate and adventurous experience. Because we were locked out for so long we had to stay up until 1:00 getting things ready for the next day, which was Tuesday. Oh my. I’m going to tell you about Tuesday now everyone, so get ready and brace yourselves. The quote of the day came from Elder Smith, that being: “Everything is wrong…”
I know what you’re thinking now, and you’re right; everything was wrong. I’ll just start at the very beginning, 4:00am, when we woke up in time to train to the mission home in time for eleven. (That was a consuming sentence. I’m sorry.) We realised Sister Gjevik had too many suitcases and bags of luggage for us to take all the way to the train station by ourselves. So we called the district leader–at 4:45 in the morning. They were not very happy with us, but they acted sweet about it anyways. They ran down to the station and checked the train times, and then ran the nearly 2 miles to our flat to help us carry her luggage.
We got on a train at 7:30and then had to call President to tell him we were leaving mission boundaries, because we had to switch trains at the station in Bristol, which is in the London mission. Did you know southern England us SUPER pretty? It’s really gorgeous! There are many beautiful, and I mean absolutely BEAUTIFUL, farms down there. Truly breathtaking. This picture captures absolutely nothing.
You can’t see a lot, but it’s still fun. Anyways. Four long hours on a train. When we got to the station closest to the mission home, we realised, yet again, we didn’t have enough hands to carry her stuff to the mission home. We called the APs. Busy. We called the Office Elders. Also busy. We dragged her stuff to the mission home. I don’t know how on earth we did it, but we did it! I had a gigantic, massive fifteen pound backpack on the FRONT of me, and by the time we got down there I thoroughly decided against ever being pregnant with twins because my back was really messed up.
Meanwhile, the coach the mission had ordered for the Wales missionaries didn’t show up back in Swansea until two hours late! Then it got stuck in traffic for another two hours because there was a car accident. So the missionaries on that coach didn’t show up until four hours late for transfers. It was all messed up. Everything was wrong. We got assigned as trainers and trainees, and that was all wonderful, but then we ended up waiting in the mission office garden for four extra hours in the cold England weather. Once the coach FINALLY showed up, the elders started loading everyone’s stuff on it, and it took another hour.
Now, this is the sad part, everyone. Are you ready? Sister Romero and I went up to the bathroom….and when we walked back out, there was the coach, riding off into the sunset. Without us. I cannot explain how my heart just dropped and my stomach flipped over as I watched it drive off without me and my poor new companion. There we were, in the middle of England, stuck there, without a way to get the five hours back to Wales. We hurried down to the road where a bunch of other missionaries were waiting to find the APs. Here’s where the horribleness of the situation was eased a little bit by the look on Elder Hellyer’s face when he saw me standing there NOT ON THE COACH. His eyes got SO WIDE I literally thought they would pop out. “Sister Wadsworth…..” He couldn’t say anything else, he just put his face in his hands.
“I’m so sorry!” I muttered.
Then Elder Wagner saw me. His jaw dropped so far he could have hit water, and he grabbed the sides of his hair like his life depended on it. “What are you DOING here?”
“I’m so sorry!” I muttered again. “Did you not do a head count?”
“I knew that was a mistake when I decided not to do it,” Elder Hellyer muttered, shaking his head.
“Sister Wadsworth, why?” Elder Wagner asked. “Whenever something happens…”
“It’s always me, I know.”
After a few minutes of frantic bumbling and scrambling and talking to President, we finally hopped in the APs van with some other missionaries and rode to the train station, where we were told to train to Cardiff and hopefully get there at the same time the coach did so that we could get on it. There was only one missionary on the coach who had a phone. I honestly felt so bad. The APs were already so overly stressed out about everything else that went wrong that day, and this just topped it all of. I just apologised to them over and over again, and my poor girl was just sitting there probably thinking she was doomed.
Waiting on the train platform moments after they dropped us off, the APs called me. “Hey. Sister Wadsworth, we just wanted to apologise if we seemed rude just now. We acted pretty mean about the whole thing, and we’re sorry if it came off that way; we didn’t mean it to seem like that. We really do care about you and we wanted you to know that. We’re not mad at you, but we totally understand if you’re mad at us, we acted kinda rude. We’re sorry.” 😂😂😂😂 Oh goodness!!!!
So then came a three and a half hour train ride, most of which we had to stand for, because it was so packed with people that there weren’t enough seats. The APs gave us the number of the one missionary on the coach who had a phone, so we ended up having to call him every little while and ask to speak to Elder Holbrook, who is our new zone leader, and let him know where we were so we could work out if we were going to make it to Cardiff in time to catch the coach before it left. Then we were getting random calls from Cardiff Zone Leaders, President, the APs, our Elder Miner, some elders in Cheltenham, to see if we were okay. Man it was a crazy evening of travel. When we were ten minutes out of Cardiff the Cardiff zone leaders called us and said the coach had just gotten there, so I told them to unload the Cardiff missionaries luggage REALLY slow so that we could make it. I’m so thankful Heavenly Father loves us so much! There is no way that could have worked out so perfectly. When we came out of the train station toward the coach where all the missionaries were standing, a bunch of them started clapping and cheering. 😳😳😳 I was so embarrassed. I cannot even tell you. I also can’t tell you how happy I was to get on that coach for the next two hours and just relax, knowing we were in the right place.
So that was my first official act as a trainer, getting my girl stuck in the middle of England, five hours from home, and causing havoc throughout the entire England Birmingham Mission. Like Elder Wagner said, whenever something happens, it’s always me. This is probably the reason they sent me so far away to Wales. I think I’m achieving a rather strange reputation in this mission….Wadsworth curse.
Other than that, the week has been good! We’re making a lot of progress and enjoying our time here. Sister Romero is amazing and such a good missionary! I’ve learned so much from her already. She has such a broad and deep gospel knowledge, and she just loves people. I hope I can be as good of a missionary as she is. She teaches so well. I feel like she knows more than I do, which is great; she’s so natural when she talks to people. So not like me. I feel like she’s the one training me, and every day I learn something new from her. She says she’s nervous to talk to people, but you could never tell that watching her, because she just does it, and does it so well. I just love her! She is from Australia!
Here is our new district.
Elder Holbrook is also a Chinese speaking missionary like Elder Miner, so we’ll see what starts happening around Swansea soon…..
Christmas is coming up so quickly, and I’m convinced that at this time of year the Spirit is on the earth in more abundance than at other periods, because it feels different, and more miracles happen. I don’t have any specific ones to tell you about this week, (other than the fact that we are still alive after transfers) but I can feel that God is sending large miracles our way.
I hope you all got the chance to watch the Christmas devotional. We haven’t been able to see it yet, but hopefully soon!
We’ve all had a good, but slightly tiring week. The zone leader’s car has been broken since the day of transfers, so they’re feeling like it’s the end of the world having to take busses and walk like the rest of us missionaries. Okay, that’s enough of that! We’re all alive, which is what counts. I’m so thankful for a Heavenly Father that loves us all so much that He sent His Son to be a ransom and a Saviour for us. I’m looking forward to Christmas and talking to you all, and also to get everyone’s family Christmas cards.
Have a wonderful week everyone! ❤️