At the transfer meeting today, I met a whole bunch of Elders and Sisters. There was a Sister that walked up to me and introduced herself. She’s very pretty, but I forgot her name. She then said “You’re going to be a great missionary.” I said thank you but asked her how she knew that. She said “It’s just your countenance.” Now that I think of it, that’s one of the greatest compliments I think I’ve ever gotten. It was nice to hear that from an experienced missionary.
I love my companion! She’s great. My trainer 🙂 I heard a lot of missionaries here knew that we were going to be together. And a lot of them keep telling me that she’s great and that I’m blessed to have her. I already believe it.
Yesterday we toured the city. Took the train and straight into the city. Did you know Chicago is 3rd in population in the U.S. I didn’t know that. They have a beautiful city here, but nothing like NYC, you know what I mean? 🙂
I met with my Mission President, President Fenn last night. He wanted to interview all the new missionaries (all 23 of us) to see which trainer he could pair us all up with. He’s hilarious! He’s also pretty strict as well. He asked me a whole bunch on questions. So he knows A LOT more about me than I ever expected anyone to know that hasn’t met me before. But he said he has a file haha. He asked if I had any questions for him. I asked him what does he specifically expect from his missionaries? First thing he said: Baptize. And be strictly obedient. Just so everyone knows, I never really knew strictly obedient before I came on my mission. It’s like WHOA! A whole new world. This is one of the reasons going on a mission is so important because you can’t learn the things you learn on a mission else where. You just can’t. Not possible. You don’t have time to outside of the mission.
Saying goodbye to my district was the hardest thing. Sunday was such an emotional day. I love those Elders and Hermanas. There were 11 of us and 8 of them went to Dallas. I love Hermana McDaniel. She was hysterical crying when I had to leave. But we’re going to keep in touch. Danielle couldn’t say bye to me the morning I left. Bummer. I tried getting to her, but couldn’t. It’s like there is a weird lock on the doors on certain hours so I couldn’t get to the 3rd floor no matter how I tried to get down there. But she’ll be fine. I love you, Danielle. I wanted to cry a couple times because I didn’t see you that morning. But please write me.
Love, Hermana Whitney
Well my first area is pretty sweet. It’s called Woodstock. There’s a lot of Corn fields and Mexicans haha. I’m about an hr away from the city but I definitely want to end up there eventually.. hopefully! The Houghtons, I found out yesterday are doing to be in the Chicago West Mission. I’m not sure if I will end up there but I will see.
The children are gorg! Lookin fine 🙂 I’m happy I got some pictures of Chantelle and the hair that I left her with. Her and Noelle are just too pretty. Daddy better be shinin’ those shotguns. Seriously. The pictures of Noelle are very pretty. I met a guy I think it was Wednesday that had Michael’s hair. NEVER in my life had I met any man with Michael’s exact hair. And this guy had a full head of hair. JUST LIKE MIKES. I had a strange experience. His father-in-law looked familiar to me. More so, it was his eyes that looked familiar to me. It didn’t take long until I realized that his eyes look like Lolo’s. I KID YOU NOT. I mean, I know I’ve only seen pictures of Lolo, but this guy looks a lot like him. Mom, I know you have your fathers eyes and this Hermano got it. His wife and him are amazing members. They care for everyone and just have that love towards everyone too. True Christians they are, with big hearts. I love them both a ton. I’ve eaten a few Mexican meals and they are just SO GOOD. Mexicans that give out food means they’re giving out love. That’s why it’s a big no-no to reject it. Luckily, we have some meals set up for this week, tonight even. SO excited 🙂 I met a few members yesterday that came to watch Conferencia General 🙂 All I hear everywhere I go are the Hispanic ladies say “Que bonita!” Meaning how pretty. I’m having a little bit of a hard time with the language but I’m positive about the whole thing. I’m able to speak to some and this past week I think I’ve realized how badly I want to have this language under my belt.. and it’s gonna be there.
Lifestyle for people around here in my area is pretty sad. There are a lot of Mexicans that are here illegally and have a very poor lifestyle. There was actually a Sister that I met. Her family and her are members and her father was actually Branch President when she was a young girl. Now that she’s older and has her own family, I believe they were offended and don’t come to church anymore. Her daughter, Eliza, who’s 14 loves the church though and my companion and I (who I love, from Oregon) dropped off the YW Recognition for her. Her mom was kinda cold.. didn’t really open up. It wasn’t until I started telling her that I know that children grow up a lot differently than those in other countries. Life alone is different. She was curious to how I knew that and I said my mom is from the Philippines. So she knew that I knew. I talked to her about my parents and even brought out the picture I had of them. It was then that her and I clicked. Then she realized that my moms background and her background were quite similar. She said I look like both my Mom and Dad 🙂
There’s another girl here.. Maria. 20 years old. Went to jail at 16 and had her first child in jail at that age. Has two kids. My companion and I went to her house and she was having a party where.. under aged drinking with her little 4 and 2 yr old kids there. Saddest thing I’ve seen in a while. She knows right from wrong. Never in my life have I seen anyone call someone out on the spot like that. Hermana Milliron, my comp, did. But she did it out of love. It was amazing to see that. And Maria felt it.
I have to go now. Pres. Fenn’s taking out my zone for lunch today and I’m staring at the moment! I love you all. Please take care of yourselves and pray for me!
Keep the faith.
Love Always, Hermana Whitney
So Eishelle’s first area is in Woodstock, Illinois (51 miles NW of Chicago).
This is her address if you want to drop a line or two:
Hermana Eishelle Whitney
Illinois Chicago Mission
Downers Grove, IL 60515