Hello Dear Family!
This week I have a wonderful new companion, Sister Siri-ek! She is from Thailand! I love her so much! She is so wonderful, and her testimony and conversion to the Gospel are so strong, she joined the church four years ago with her brother. Her English is pretty good for six weeks in the MTC, but language study is our main priority right now. She’s so sweet and soft spoken, but she’s learning fast. I feel like I’m doing a really lame job training this time around, but she said that the mission field is way better than she thought it was going to be, so I guess that’s a success for now! I have never done language study before with a companion, so that was a new experience. I’ve never realised how many slang words I use! It’s not until she starts asking, “What is ‘dang it’? What is ‘snoodie’? What does ‘flipped out’ mean? Why do you say, ‘oh man’?”
She already learned all of those terms, along with stud muffin (I didn’t teach her that one, it was the elders), critter, doosie, hardcore, traffic jam, drat, trunkie, plump, chubby, redneck, and a whole bunch of others. So proud of her! By the way, she cooks some great Thai food!
Sister Siri-ek is SO SMALL though! So small I’m actually worried about her surviving in this mission, she’s about as tall as Laura but probably weighs as much as Julie. I’m not sparing any money on good, wholesome, fattening food that will put meat on her bones. If we’re going to be biking like we have she’ll wear out in about a week. There’s already nothing to her, so if she gets any more wear her skin will peal off her bones! We’re working on gaining weight and building muscle at the same time. I’ve just been like, “Here! Eat this meat! And Pasta! And Peanut butter! Have a couple of donuts! You want some brownies and ice cream! Eat some more nuts! Have a couple pieces of toast! I’ll make you something called American pancakes, put LOTS of butter on them. Here! I bought you a candy bar!” Haha, it’s a little challenging to make her gain weight while not gaining weight myself, but I’m doing good so far!
Oh! Sister Ackley and Sister Swasey are in my district! Sister Swasey got ETd the same day I did to become an STL with Sister Ackley and Sister Thornton in Pontypridd for a couple of weeks until Sister Thornton goes home. She’s finished her mission! So now Sister Ackley and Sister Swasey are my STLs! I was so excited to see them both again, and I think we may have freaked Sister Siri-ek out a little bit with all our squealing and giggling. Elder Varner who was there in Swansea is now my district leader as well. It’s a fun district and I’m so happy here! We’ve gotten lost almost all week, but we’ve had a blast. And the Ward is so great too! They told us we might be moving to Caerphilly when the transfer comes, but I hope not, because I like it here in this Ward and district.
Haha! You know you don’t even have to ask if I got lost or not, because it happens every time! 😂 The thing is, everyone knows it too. About 20 minutes after we got on the first train AP Smith texted and just said, “Are you lost yet…?” But no, we didn’t get lost until 30 minutes later when we switched trains and got on the wrong one heading in the complete opposite direction. Whoops!!!!! Sister Wadsworth strikes again! It added an additional hour and a half to our journey, but we got there eventually.
We played football (soccer) on Friday evening with some members of the Ward, and investigators, and if you know me, you know that Sister Wadsworth and balls mix about as well as oil and water. Yep. Not to mention that the district leader forgot to tell us that the other sisters in the Ward didn’t attend, so it ended up being ten guys who were hardcore footballers, my little Thai friend, and yours truly. I have to admit, I was a little bit frightened of being trampled. What a wonderful experience it is to constantly be hammered by balls, and cleats, and running men. I swear that balls are the bane of my existence sometimes. Remember how I told you about the dodgeball game at the trampoline park back in Swansea, and how I took head shot after head shot after shots in other painful areas, til I was slapped silly, and dizzy, and almost lost my cookies? Replay that on a football field. I collided really hard with one Elder one time, and the worst part was, he tried to catch me to stop me from going down without even thinking. It was so awkward and I’m pretty sure if President had seen it he would have done something about it. But for some reason Brits are adamant about being involved in their beloved sport. Thankfully Elder Kinnunen (who, I was in the MTC with) remembered our previous experiences together there with the sport, so he told everyone that I just stood in the box and made the shots if the others got the ball to me. Hoorah for the four goals I made!
Haha, my group…..Our going home group has gotten ETd (emergency transferred) more times than any of the others, but for reasons that aren’t our fault. Don’t worry, we’re all good missionaries. 😉 President said we are one of his favourite groups. 😉😉 I am seriously so relieved to be back in Wales though. It feels like I was just barely able to let out a HUGE breath after almost six months. You would love Wales so much! If you end up going on a mission and you end up coming to England, I hope Wales is part of your mission because its awesome! It’s just so beautiful! It’s like a place from an old, enchanted story. and I get to see the sea again! I never thought I would grow to like the sea like I have, because I love our desert so much. But part of me has actually quite fallen in love with the sea, although I don’t know if I could live beside it for many years.
Sunday was one of the best Sundays I have had on my mission, mostly because I wasn’t the pianist, so I could just sit, and sing, and enjoy the Sacrament. And the Ward is amazing!!! I love everyone so much already! Welsh wards are the best! They are so much more like Americans; you know, loud, sarcastic, down to earth, happy, no beating around the bush type people. I get along so well with this kind!
It has been fun to whitewash again but it’s always a bit frustrating at the same time. Oh well, we’ve had fun getting to know members, getting lost, and getting lost again. I can feel myself becoming a better missionary here, whether that is Sister Siri-ek making me better, the Ward, the district, the country, or God’s wonderful combination of all four, I don’t know, but it is all centred on Jesus Christ making me better through all these experiences that I have.
We are having a Book of Mormon fireside next Sunday after church, hopefully we will have mostly less actives and non members there. I am also taking my theory test on Friday, yikes! Pray for this gal big time everyone! I’ve heard it’s difficult!
Also, LANDMARK OF MY MISSION: I saw number 10 this week! You’re probably wondering what the heck that means, so let me explain in one word: Chevrolet. I have now officially seen ten of them in the U.K., and it was wonderful to see! (Now you’re all positive that Sister Wadsworth is an American farm girl.) Haha, ten in almost 14 months! It’s not a very good record, but at least I’ve had glimpses of the homeland. I really love how Wadsworths are a good balance of refined, feminine, and pretty redneck at the same time. Haha, my last zone leader said that our family seemed like rednecks, but we were “refined rednecks”. “I don’t know how you manage to be proper and tomboy at the same time!” I personally took it as a compliment.
Also, this is the flattest area I’ve been in on my mission yet, praise the good Lord for it 😊 It’s so flat, it ALMOST resembles Nevada. Biking is so easy here! That’s a blessing from Heavenly Father though, because Sister Siri-ek would probably die if there were hills.
It was so weird, when I was in my interview with President this week, I was saying how I only had five months left and I just wanted to work really hard and do my best. And then he looks at the date on his watch and goes, “Actually, Sister Wadsworth, you basically have four months until you go home.” And I was like, “WHAT?!” It was honestly the weirdest moment of my mission so far. Then we got to Sunday and there are eight missionaries in the ward, and we were all standing there together and someone asked, “Who goes home first out of all of us?” And one of the zone leaders says, “Sister Wadsworth does.” I almost choked on my water and spit it out everywhere! It’s so weird! I guess you know you’re getting old in your mission when things like that start to happen.
Thank you everyone for your thoughts and prayers, and thanks for being patient with me. I’ve realised recently how patient EVERYONE is with me, especially Heavenly Father, and your love and patience means a lot to me. I love you all so much! I think of you daily, including Mary, Don, and Spence on their missions, Sylv and Joanna and the babies, and Grandma. You’re all in my prayers, thoughts, and hearts! ❤️