Hi :) How are you all? I hope you
had a wonderful 24th of July and watched some fireworks for me. Sister
Rammell and I got to go to both ward parties and eat lots and lots of
potato salad. :) We got everything moved and mostly unpacked this week!
WOOT. My stuff is spread out all over the state of Montana. I guess I'll
just have to stay for 16 more months to pick it all back up ;)
Something
I've learned and relearned since being on my mission is that NOTHING
turns out the way you plan it. Absolutely nothing. So I'm learning to
just go with the flow, because God is taking care of everything and he
knows a whole lot more than I do. :) Thank goodness for that.
We
met with a lady in our ward the other day and she wrote us and the
other sister missionaries a poem. But needless to say, there were tears in Sister Fletcher's eyes
;) I love being a missionary. I love that it's the hardest thing I've
ever done. I love that I'm learning so much. I love that I'm in Montana.
:)
Earlier this week we got to have breakfast
with President Lindsey. He's a counselor in the stake presidency here and
has an awesome family. He has a pretty young family, ranging from age
15 to 6 weeks old. 8 kids and they all want to serve missions! They
stuck to the elders like glue and drank of every word we said. :) So
cute. Anyway, Sister Lindsey gave us a little thought that has stuck
with me ever since. She talked about how if we want big things to happen
we have to start with the smaller things. And sometimes it's hard to
see the progression when we start with smaller things. But we don't need
to worry about seeing things. I mean, we believe in God, and we can't
see him, right? I wish I could explain it better, but that will have to
do for now :) Keep doing to small and simple things. Just like it says
in Newsies, Minute by Minute, that's how you win it. It's so true!
Read the talk from the most recent general conference titled "Stay by The Tree" It's amazing.
I love you all so much. The church is true.
Love, Sister Fletcher
Sister Missionaries:
I know some special women
Who gave up all they knew
To walk an often shadowed path
Just to find the "precious few".
They share a word, they touch a heart
A bit of wisdom do impart.
They lift a spirit, share a smile,
Take time to stop and "sit awhile".
My missionary sisters Have been often in my life.
Their appearance seems to herald change
As they steer me thru the strife.
They speak of Heaven, warn of Hell,
Sweet hymns of praise they sing.
With testimony arm themselves
For they know the power it brings.
Each one of them I cherish.
When they leave my heart is blue.
Although my Heavenly Father's sent them off
To find His own... His "precious few".
--by Robin Fry
Who gave up all they knew
To walk an often shadowed path
Just to find the "precious few".
They share a word, they touch a heart
A bit of wisdom do impart.
They lift a spirit, share a smile,
Take time to stop and "sit awhile".
My missionary sisters Have been often in my life.
Their appearance seems to herald change
As they steer me thru the strife.
They speak of Heaven, warn of Hell,
Sweet hymns of praise they sing.
With testimony arm themselves
For they know the power it brings.
Each one of them I cherish.
When they leave my heart is blue.
Although my Heavenly Father's sent them off
To find His own... His "precious few".
--by Robin Fry
Gorgeous mission mountains...and the lovely crack in the windshield.
Playing Heads Up with job corps kids! I. Love. Job. Corps. We go every Sunday with a couple from the ward and share a little thought and play a game. They are ages 16-25 normally and come from some pretty hard backgrounds. Job corps is where they learn a trade and are integrated into the work force as adults:)
'X' marks the spot.
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