1 year

I caught a little bit of a writing bug today. I guess I could use a little bit of writing therapy with it being my “year mark” of coming home from my mission. It’s been such a whirlwind of a year, I can hardly believe how fast it went by!

There are a few things that have been on my mind lately. Writing helps me organize my thoughts and feelings and process things sooooooo whether or not it’s worth it to you to read this, it’s been worth it to me to write. If any of you RM’s have any thoughts to add to mine, I want to hear them! Anyway. Here are some

Of my thoughts pertaining to coming home from a mission. 

1. Yes you get off that plane and come home, but every return missionary “comes home” at a different pace. And that’s okay!  

Can I get an amen? Nothing can prepare you, or anyone around you for this. It’s just kind of awful and wonderful all at the same time. I LOVED seeing my

family. I was so excited to hug them and catch up, but after about an hour of being home...I was ready to hop back on the plane and go back. Not because I didn’t want to be with my family but because I felt SO lost and SO out of place. I walked around in a perpetual missionary bubble for the first few months after coming home. I cried every single day for weeks. I was constantly thinking of Montana and everyone there. And that’s what worked for me. I had put my whole heart and soul into those 18 months, and simply getting off a plane and taking off a tag didn’t change what I felt. Eventually I snapped out of it and learned how to balance both of my seemingly different lives, but it took some time. I envy those that were able to smoothly adjust. Returned missionaries who jumped right back into “real life” with ease and grace. I fell face first into it. But Yknow, what else is new? 

2. Perfect goals and plans? Just you wait. 

Ha...haha...ha...ha. I don’t know what it is, but somehow we think the words Returned Missionary and Invincible Superhero are synonymous. I came home with all of these goals and plans I was ready to accomplish. I had the plan to go back to Rexburg immediately, go to school full time, and work part time. I’d be a 100% visiting teacher, read my scriptures every day, and serve faithfully in whatever calling I was given. I’d never take a nap again because I’d be so busy serving and working hard just like I did on my mission. I was a failure if I didn’t do any of that! That went out the window real fast. Even after 18 months of learning decision making skills, I still needed to put those into practice. I’m living in Provo now, doing part time online school, and working part time. That’s just the reality of life! I actually do need to nap. Almost daily in order to survive. And that’s okay, because I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. 

3. The best 18 months FOR your life

If I’ve learned anything...it’s that right there. I can’t articulate everything I’ve learned in those 18 months, much less in the year I’ve been home. There’s just too much. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t thought of my missionary experience in Montana. It effects every single action and my decision without fail. Every single good thing that has happened to me since being home, can be traced back to serving in Montana. I’m grateful for how it taught me that change is necessary in order to grow, and growth is ESSENTIAL to happiness. 

Well friends. I’ll cry for a little bit today as I’m missing my Montana home. But it’s nice to know my heart has two homes now instead of one. And they’re only 8 hours apart 😏❤️

Encore?;) hahaha

Hi everyone! 

A lot of people have recently requested that I write another "weekly email" for the blog.    I enjoy writing, but I haven't written hardly anything down the past two weeks because things have been so crazy! I want to write about my last week in the field, where my thoughts were at, and the amazing  things I experienced.

The last week of my mission went by so. incredibly. fast. Every journal entry from that week begins with "Wow. Where did the day go?" Or something similar. We were running everywhere! We had tons of appointments, and so many people to say goodbye to. It never really hit me that I was saying goodbye to Missoula and the people there until my very final day in Missoula as a missionary. And then the tears started....and they didn't stop...it was pretty bad. That Thursday was the most stressful day of my life! Sister Crosland and I were in charge of the housing and travel arrangements for five sisters going home from our section of the mission. At four in the afternoon, plans changed and we had ANOTHER sister needing to drive down. Long story short, all of the plans changed , and it was absolute insanity from that time forward. It all worked out in the end though! #sistercroslandisachamp 

Friday morning the four of us staying at the Hendersons woke up at 4:30 to get ready and finish packing up. We needed to meet the other two sisters and be in the car and on the road by 5:45. All was going soooo smoothly until I walked outside with Sister E. King to load up the trucks unbeknownst to us, a blizzard had come through during the night, and all of Missoula was absolutely covered in snow. Perfect. It was way below zero and my hands were totally numb! For some reason I had packed every single pair of gloves. 🤦🏼‍♀️ We ended up getting on the road around 6:15am after defrosting the cars and getting all the bikes on the back. Picture this. Two trucks. Six sisters all bundled up. Six bikes. 18 suitcases. And a whole lot of snow. 

We made it to Helena in one piece with only a few scary moments that I will not disclose at this time. In Helena we met up with a few other missionaries and all of us sisters hopped in the transfer van with Elder Baird the "car tzar" of the mission. Of course, I called shotgun. We had a long road ahead of us and I needed to glean  as much wisdom as I could from Elder Baird. It's a tradition for everyone to share a miracle they have seen in their area in the last week. I think almost the entire drive the six of us sisters shared miracle after miracle. It was amazing. It was also really hard the closer we got to Billings. Reality hit when I saw those rims again. So many memories flooded back and the realization that I was in fact leaving Montana the next day- needless to say, I was reduced to a puddle of tears. 

The mission office was a buzz of activity when we arrived. There were 18 missionaries flying home this transfer, it was a pretty massive group! We had pizza, we laughed, we cried. Just your typical day in the MBM. I had my departing interview with president. That was tough. Again, lots of laughter and lots of tears. He's my fav. 

We had a testimony meeting that night. It was so cool to see how each missionary I've served with has grown. At the beginning of my mission I can remember sitting in a similar testimony meeting, just wondering what it was going to be like 18 months from that moment. I sat in the exact same spot somehow. But everything was completely different. Listening to everyone else, and recognizing the growth in each and every person, it was a moment I'll never forget. The senior missionaries all shared advice with us and bore their testimonies. Again we cried and we laughed and we cried some more. After the meeting ended, no one wanted to leave. 10:00pm passed by, and then 11:00pm. All of us just holding on so tightly to these last moments together. Oh man, it was rough. Eventually, we all split off to the separate places we were sleeping at. Sister Hodgson and I somehow lucked out and got to have one last missionary sleepover together. We had 7 months of stories to catch up on! I think we fell asleep around 1:30 4:30 in the morning came much too quickly. (Yes. 2 nights in a row with 3 hours of sleep.) 

We spent the morning at the temple. What a sweet way to end a mission. It was amazing to look around and see my sisters and best friends all dressed in white in the celestial room of the temple. We all saw each other at our best. Lots of hugs, and many more tears. After the temple we headed back to the mission office to make breakfast for everyone. President claims to be the pancake king, and he definitely proved that to be true! Haha it was so fun :) The excitement of seeing my family started to set in being there and seeing Sister Pearson and Sister E. King each reunite with their families. The knot in my stomach just kept getting bigger and bigger. 

So at this point, I should probably confess something. About 3 months ago I devised a plan. If President wasn't going to let me extend, I would simply pray a blizzard would come so I could be a missionary for just a little bit longer. So selfish, I know, but that's what I did! So, when the snow starts falling as I'm leaving Missoula I'm thinking, "President is going to kill me" Hahahaha Saturday morning, it's a full on blizzard. And now everyone knows it's my fault. So we get in the 12 passenger van. President is driving and I'm sitting shotgun, and the rest of the car is absolutely full. As we are winding up the road to the airport (we are LATE and the roads are VERY icy) I turn to president and say, "yknow...maybe it wasn't the best idea to pray for a blizzard" to which he responds "Ya think?!" Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha 

Everything is such a blur from that moment forward. All 18 of us got our boarding passes and checked all 34 bags of luggage in. And then, the worst goodbye of my life. I'm simply not going to write about it because it's still a soft spot and tears are already coming as I type. There were lots of tears, not so much laughter in that moment. My heart just sank with every step I took. Our plane couldn't take off for another half hour or so. I sat next to Sister Hodgson, Elder Syrett, and Elder Hatton on the plane and once we started thinking of the exciting things ahead of us, we had a great time :) It was the most surreal experience stepping off the place in SLC. It felt like my feet were not even hitting the floor. My stomach was in my throat and the tears would not stop coming. At this point I don't think I even know if they were happy tears or sad tears. 

When I saw my family, I finally realized just how much I missed them. I all of the sudden realized just how long 18 months is. Everyone was bawling. Kelsey was at least a foot taller. That was kinda freaky. Quinn was so confused as to what was happening. Ciara and Aubrey looked the exact same. Mom and Dad too. The whole airport was absolute chaos with the 10(?) of us missionaries reuniting with our families all at the same time. It was such a cool moment. Man oh man I'VE MISSED MY FAMILY!

"The hardest thing I've ever loved to do was getting on this plane, and coming home to you. In a million ways completely torn apart as a land so far away (well, pretty close in my case ;)) still owns my heart." Oh how I miss the Montana Billings Mission :) But oh how wonderful it is to be with my family again :) 

Much love, 

Sister Fletcher ;) 

 Too tired to pack

 Prayed for blizzard

 

Homeward Bound

Montana (heart)

To all the people I love: 

Man oh man. The weeks just fly right by don't they? I am in awe that I'm sitting here in Missoula, with clothes, books, and suitcases piled all around me waiting to be packed up for the last time. Yikes. There's a pretty big piece of me that doesn't want to write a weekly email today, but they have become somewhat of a journal for me and it's therapy for me to write. So bear with me ;) 

This last week was so great. It was a roller coaster for sure though. We started off the week with exchanges with the Colombia Falls sisters. I was with Sister Anderson (she returns home the same day I do) and we saw the COOLEST miracle on our second night together. We received a referral from Mormon.org saying that a man had requested a Book of Mormon. We called to set up a time with him, but he didn't answer so we decided to stop by. He lives in a very old, very creepy looking apartment complex. Turns out there are like 8 different entrances....after almost walking into someone's basement, and almost breaking a door, we finally found his apartment. After we knocked, the door flew open and I'll never forget this next moment. He looked at our faces, looked at our name tags, and then to the Book of Mormon in my hand and his face just absolutely lit up. I have NEVER seen ANYONE have so much joy on their face. "I've been waiting for that book! Can you teach me more about it?!" My jaw had visibly dropped at this point. He had seen an add on YouTube about the Book of Mormon and clicked on it. He's from Saudi Arabia, no religious background really, but he wants to learn. Ah. It was just so cool. We had a lesson scheduled with him on Saturday, but he had to cancel because he was taking finals :( I'm sad I will not be able to continue to be a part of his journey, but that little moment is one I will remember for forever. 

Tuesday we had our Christmas Conference. Oh how I LOVE Christmas. As a mission we have all be reading the Book of Mormon and marking the attributes and characteristics of Jesus Christ as we read. During this conference many of the missionaries shared what they have learned. Reading the Book of Mormon in this way really changed my perspective of the scriptures. All of the sudden I was seeing how Nephi, Enos, Ammon, Teancum, Moroni and others were Christlike. The Book of Mormon wasn't just a novel to leisurely enjoy, but a roadmap to guide me closer to my Savior. I love the Book of Mormon. In my departing testimony to the missionaries I shared my current favorite scripture in the Book of Mormon that describes the Savior. "Therefore, hold up your light that it may shine unto the world. Behold I am the light which ye shall hold up..." (3 Nephi 18:24) LIGHT. That's my favorite way that Jesus Christ is described. He truly is the light and brings light into our lives. :) At Christmas Conference we also had the Wadsworths there. I cherish every minute I get to spend with them. They have changed my life. I can always count of them to make me laugh and really enjoy this special time of my life. If I didn't have my family waiting on the other end of this mission experience...I wouldn't not be coming home ;) 

I spent the end of the week in the lovely town of Lolo! It's beautiful there. I think it was about 30 degrees that afternoon...and we spent ALL of it walking around town talking to people and knocking on doors finding people to teach. You never feel more like a missionary then when you are walking on the side of the road...in freezing temperatures...smiling and waving at everyone you see. When we got back to Missoula, Sister Crosland and I drove past a frat house where there was a party going on. There were SO MANY people our age drinking and partying and I could help but think. Wow, they are spending a Saturday night at a party "enjoying themselves" and we are here driving around at 8 o clock at night trying to find people to teach about Jesus Christ. Hahahaha Wouldn't have it any other way :) 

We had 7 appointments set up for Saturday...only 3 of them actually happened....Haha #thatmissionarylife  We had this SWEET lesson with Flo and HER FAMILY. Flo is a less active, she hasn't been to church in 30 years. She has 6 kids, and 4 of them still live at home with her. None of them have been baptized and really have no religious background. We brought Brother McBride and his son Conner with us, Conner is headed to SPAIN on his mission in February! Anyway. So we have Flo there, and then her 12 year old daughter, 18 year old son, and 21 year old son. We had previously taught all of them the restoration, except for the 18 year old. We taught the plan of salvation and it was SO cool to see all of the wheels turning in their heads as we testified of our purpose here on earth. The 18 year old was especially interested. He asked questions and even said the prayer at the end. Ah. It was just such a cool moment. Family. That's what it's all about! 

Wow...I'm just hoping that if I don't stop typing this will end up not being my last letter....yikes. I am SO glad that I came on a mission and that I came to Montana. When I first decided to come on a mission it was because of a priesthood blessing I received. I can't remember anything from it except the line, "God is trying to lead you to the path that will bring you the most happiness." A mission :) And it truly has put me on a path where I have experienced SO much joy. And I know that there is so much more happiness ahead of me too. Y'all might have to keep reminding me though ;) I'm leaving a big piece of my heart here in big sky country. I can't put into words all that I've learned and all that has happened. But I do know for sure that serving a mission has helped me to know Jesus Christ. He is my best friend and the only one that will really understand how these past 18 months has influenced me for the rest of my life. Our Father in Heaven EXPECTS us to do hard things, but he doesn't leave us to do them alone.  I am so grateful for this time I have had to learn to do hard things and to be an instrument in His hands. I know that God has a plan for each one of us, we are his children and he wants us to succeed. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God. No doubt about it. Read it and you will also know for yourself! :) 

I love you all so much. Thank you for all of the love and support. I hope to see many of you in the coming weeks. My homecoming talk will be on the 18th, you can get more information from my mom on that :) 

Be happy, work hard :) 

Love, 

Sister Fletcher 

SNOW!!!

Saying bye to the Krantz's 

Colombia Falls sisters! 

Lolo sisters! 

Bathtub...7 months...#nuffsaid

Christmas conference. 

That awkward moment when they make you go first...

Missionary protection is real...right? Sketch bridge.

 Lolo National Forest! 

Sleeping bag coat for the win

Well friends! IT'S SNOWING IN MISSOULA. First snow of the year. IT FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS!!! I hope all of you have seen the #lighttheworld video! Sister Crosland and I are brainstorming our plan of action to make it the best Christmas season EVER. :) 

So much happened this week. 

On Monday we hiked the M at sunset. Sooo much fun! We taught Paula that night. We've been teaching her on and off since I've been here. We invited her to baptism again and she said "Yknow, thinking about baptism has been keeping me up at night! I think a God might be telling me something." WOOT. 

Tuesday I was on exchanges in 2nd Ward with the lovely Sister Kezele! Oh how I LOVE her. Literally almost every single thing fell through that day, but she kept the greatest positive attitude. Attitude is so infectious, whether it's good or bad.

Wednesday we had a stellar district meeting and had our first thanksgiving dinner with the Conrads. I have so much love for their family. 

Thursday. Oh my heavens. I've never eaten so much in my life. We ate without stopping from 1pm to 7pm. I wanted to die. The things you do to spread the gospel....haha. 

SUPER COOL MIRACLE. SO. We were filling up with gas at the gas station on our way to our 2nd dinner. We had been meaning to fill up with gas allll day and kept forgetting. So. I was filling up the jeep and I turned to sister Crosland and said "hey. You have to get two people to write down what their thankful for on our thankful turkey before the car finishes filling up with gas." Of course she was up for the challenge, but there was no one to be found. I saw some people walking on the sidewalk a pretty good distance away and so I disregarded the prompting to talk to them. But Ikept getting this nudge that we needed to. Then, one of the girls turned around and I recognized her! Sister Crosland and I had BOTH taught her in St. Ignatius! Sister Crosland RAN and caught up with her. Turns out, SHE LIVES IN OUR AREA NOW! SO GREAT. 

Anyway. Thanksgiving was great :) I never want to eat turkey again. Ever. Grateful highlights for me: Not throwing up on Thursday, being a missionary, Serving in the MBM, my family, and my comfy bed :) 

Friday I was on exchanges with Sister Thomas! Man oh man I love her! She's so stinkin happy all the time and just brings light to EVERYONE. We had a ton of fun street contacting, tracting, and finding almost all day long. 

We also taught a lesson on Friday morning before exchanges that was pretty interesting. This person was telling us all of the things she believes and they were all totally in line with doctrine. The spirit was super strong as she talked about how she has come closer to God. And then she started saying that God and Jesus Christ are the same person and INSTANTLY the spirit left. It was a cool experience for me being able to very strongly feel that the role of the Holy Ghost really is to testify of truth. 

Saturday Dakota got baptized! She's in the YSA ward and I was able to teach her a few times. What a happy day! Lots of tears. That night we had a lesson with the Munnerlyns. They are a less active couple and I know they are a major reason why I needed to stay in this area for one more transfer. I to,d a bit of their story last week. About 6 months ago, Sister Hodgson and I went to help a family move out of first Ward, thinking that they were moving into our ward. Turns out they actually were moving into the elders ward. We were pretty discouraged that we had spent a lot of time with them and were so excited to have them move to 3rd Ward to finally feel like our efforts were a little bit wasted. Fast forward to 2 weeks ago. I was going through the ward list and recognized the last name of this family as the ones we had met 6 months ago. There wasn't a phone number, or even a specific address, but miraculously we still had their phone number in our phone! We texted them, set up a time to go back, and this week was our 3rd time meeting with them. While we were there they found their scriptures that they had received when they joined the church 5 years ago. Both of them had tears in their eyes as they reminisced and told us their conversion story. The light just came flooding back into their eyes. They spoke of getting to the temple to be sealed as a family. The spirit was so strong. As we left their house that night, I cried and cried and cried. This. Is. What. It's. All. About. Families being together forever. What a miracle it was that we found them again. Gods timing is perfect. 

Life is good :) Christmas zone conference tomorrow. Life's about to get REALLY crazy! 

Love, Sister Fletcher 

 Missoula :) 

 I sometimes try to be creative...

 

Conrads, Hebert, and turkey

 

 random mural that I love 

 Sister Thomas! 

 

DAKOTA

 

 hot chocolate 

  SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW

Pop pop pop popcorn

Hey y'all! 

This week went by super quick.

On Monday we had some SUPER cool miracles. We met a family that recently moved into our ward. I saw their records pop up but without an exact address and I recognized the last name as a family we helped move out of another ward about 6 months ago. They didn't have a place to move to, so they were going to live at the KOA for a while. Anyway, we still had her number so we texted and asked her if she ended up getting settled into a house. She did and it's in our ward! We stopped by to see her that night and her little grandson came running up and gave me the biggest hug. This family wants to work towards being sealed in the temple. They are so ready for it. We also have a surprise for them this next week. They had zero food in their fridge, so we are surprising them with a turkey dinner and copious amounts of food :) 'tis the season! :) 

We also got to meet with Jonette and Saul. We taught the restoration and WOW they know their stuff! The spirit was super strong. They know it's true, they just have a lot of bad influences around them lately. We haven't been able to catch up with them since, so keep them in your prayers.

Tuesday was quite the day. Interviews with El Presidente! Oh how I love the Montana Billings Mission and the wonderful people I've met because of it. During the interview we ended up talking about a blog post on lds.org titled "the perfect lie" if you haven't read it, go read it now. 

https://www.lds.org/blog/the-perfect-lie?lang=eng

We had a great talk about how sometime we have a misconception that the more things we do, the more Christlike we become. That it's in the doing of as many things we possibly can that we achieve perfection. WRONGO. That will make us crazy. The way that we should see it is through the equation Me + Christ = More. Through Jesus Christ we can become infinitely more. More of the person that he wants us to be. 

We ended up having 2 dinners on Tuesday night. Oh man. Thanksgiving will be the death of me. #5dinners. As Sister Crosland always says, "Go big or go home...or go home big." Hahahahahahahahaha

Wednesday I was on exchanges with Sister Nez in the Missoula YSA ward. We got to teach SO MANY PEOPLE preparing for baptism. It was fun to teach people I've taught before and see their progression. Dakota gets baptized this weekend and it was probably one of my favorite moments ever to see her just light up every time we talked about baptism. We also put Michael on date for baptism! (Yes the sandwich one from last week) 

Also, played the piano in district meeting. I haven't played in 7 months. The fact that people could sing along to whatever hymn I played, in and of itself is a miracle. Hahaha 

Thursday. Taught the Pepions and I CRIED. Brother Pepion is struggling, but he knows the gospel is true. We talked a lot about blending culture and religion. It's a hard balance, but totally possible. For some reason, I just sort of lost it as I bore testimony of the blessings the gospel brings. I have seen them. It's absolutely and completely evident to me that the gospel of Jesus Christ is the ONLY way to achieve true and lasting joy, peace, and comfort. 

Friday was another exchange and I was in Missoula with Sister Cannon! We found some new investigators and just had a whole lot of fun being missionaries. She was such a trooper. Poor girl had a dog pee on her. Welcome to missionary work! 

Saturday we had some super sweet member present lessons. We taught Marie again. As we taught the plan of salvation we found out that she's pretty set in her idea of reincarnation...still a little stumped as to help her with that one. But she's reading all the way in Mosiah now! 

We also taught Flo, Mary, and Kaylee! Mary and Kaylee really participated in this lesson and we had the Conrads there with us. We taught about prayer because last time it was a struggle to get any of them to say the prayer. This time Flo AND Mary prayed. SO COOL :) 

Sunday was wonderful as always. We had a super great Ward council with the new bishopric. We have a goal as a Ward that instead of just giving food to people for thanksgiving that we should invite them to our homes. We met a less active the other day and I felt prompted to invite her to one of the dinners we are going to on thanksgiving. It was kinda scary, because we pretty much invited her to a strangers home, and we had no clue if the member would be okay with it, BUT it's totally going to work out! :) 

So many wonderful people and so many wonderful miracles. :) I am so grateful for this time I have to serve in the Montana Billings Mission. I know that God is mindful of each one of us :) 

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!  Eat lots of green jello for me! :) 

Love, Sister Fletcher 

Ps. Whoever can guess where the email title came from will get....a viral fist bump Hahahaha that's all I can do right now ;)

 Sister Cannon 

  Exchanging back in Stevi

  Marie. She cracks me up 

 Paper frog- lego tree of life lesson with Jessica... don't ask.

Goodness Gracious

Hey Y'all! 

This week was INSANE. So many wonderful miracles. There were so many experiences I had that I will hold dear for the rest of my life. Where do I start?! 

Well I guess first off, I forgot to mention last week that we got a call from a woman and she asked what she needed to do to get baptized. Sister Crosland and I were speechless. We set up a time to meet with her that day, invited her to be baptized. And she is! December 10th. She's in the YSA Ward, but we are SO EXCITED for her! 

On Monday we drove out to the furthest corner of our area. It's 12 miles from where we live, literally the middle of no where. But we had this awesome part member family to teach. Seriously the cutest little family ever. The dad is a member, the mom isn't and they have 3 cute kiddos. We taught the plan of salvation and it was so fun because these kids had never heard about any of it before! And it was so cool to see the Dad trying to remember things again. We are hoping to invite them to work towards the temple in the next lesson we have with them. 

Tuesday. Tuesday was the most bittersweet day ever. We drove down to Helena for MLC. It was so good to see some of my favorite people. I just can't say enough about my love for President and Sister Wadsworth and Elder and Sister Baird. They have changed my life. The entirety of MLC was focused on the Book of Mormon. It was so powerful and exactly what Sister Crosland and I needed to hear to help our investigators. This MLC was my last...and man that was rough. I had to give my departing testimony alongside 3 of the sisters in my MTC district. I think we went through half of a box of tissues. I can't express adequately how grateful I am for my mission and how it has changed my life. 

On Tuesday night we had an awesome miracle! We went to try a part member family that recently moved in. I can't remember if I said anything about Jonette? Well anyway, we had super high hopes for her and Saul (her boyfriend who is not a member but wants to get baptized) but they dropped off the face of the earth! So, I went up to the door grumbling a little bit. "They're not going to be home and we'll have to knock on doors in this trailer park in the dark" "they probably just wanted the churches help and really don't have real intent" Awful right?! Well. I got a spiritual slap in the face when Jonette let us in and we got to teach her all about the Book of Mormon and remind her of the covenants she's made. It was amazing, the spirit was SO strong. That experience really made me reflect on my faith, or lack thereof. 

On Wednesday we found Marie! She was just walking on the street with a grocery cart. We initially passed her in route to another appointment, but then felt prompted to turn around and go back. She's awesome! We met with her again on Saturday and she read ALL of 1 Nephi!!! HOW COOL IS THAT?!?!? I about fell over I was so excited.

So much planning on Thursday. But some amazing tender mercies. It's a miracle to just see that everything happens for a reason and that trials are never in vain. We can only have true empathy for others when we have gone through something that they have too. The Savior has complete understanding and total empathy. It was cool to get a glimpse of that. 

Exchanges on Friday with the lovely Sister Parsons. She's wonderful :) We found Michael! Street contacting again. We might have interrupted his sandwich eating by teaching him the entire restoration...BUT.....

HE CAME TO CHURCH. Seriously the entirety of 3rd Ward attacked him. They are so awesome at fellowshipping investigators. He stayed for all 3 hours. After when we asked him what he thought he said "it was everything I had hoped for" Ah. So cool. OH. And another part member family (taught them Saturday night) we are teaching came to church as well. We were absolutely STUNNED. BEST SUNDAY EVER. We were running all over the place. We also got a new bishopric in 3rd Ward. Bishop Thornock! I'm so excited to work with him more! :) 

Oh man. This email is a mile and a half long. I congratulate anyone who actually read up until this point. 

Wow. I'm just so grateful for my mission. Miracles happen every single day. I came across a quote this week by Matthew Cowley that I'll end off with this week. It was in a letter home to his family when he was serving his mission. 

"With all this work before me … , you can expect me home sometime during the millennium.”

Love you all :) 

Love, Sister Fletcher :) 

Exchanges!

Sisters at MLC

 Birthday shoutout to my MTC companion Sister Linney! 

 She's the best. I love my compi comp

 Watching the dogs....not a good idea. 

 it's a good thing they're cute.

 Moving in the next couple weeks. I'll miss this place!