It’s been pretty crazy here in Hyrum! A lot has happened. The sad news is that we have 6 investigators in which we were dropped by one and then we are going to drop the other 4. Now we are left with one investigator. So it’s been rough. But I am holding on to the feeling that my companion and I first got in the area. I felt good about the area and I felt that we were going to baptized. So I’m trusting in God and pressing forward.
don’t want this to end, nor do I want to leave this… Ever.” I know
I’ve said this before but I’m having the time of my life. President
called on Saturday for transfer calls (we didn’t even know one of us
was getting transferred) and tells us that Hermana Woolf is going to
take over the area and I’m going to a different part of the city,
Midway. I hear it’s a bomb ward, much like the one I’ve been serving
in for the past two transfers (Chicago 5). So that’s half the story.
I’ve been called to serve as a Sister Trainer Leader. There are four
Sister Trainer Leaders for the English Sister’s and now there will be
four for the Spanish speaking Hermana’s. My new companion and I,
Hermana Jones, will be the new companionship since there was already a
companionship for the Hermana’s. I feel so blessed but I’ve also come
to realize how imperfect I am, not in a bad way, but I am humbled.
“what can we do to have you stay?” I’m the only one in my district
leaving too! Bummer. After church there was a line to take pictures
with me. I love this ward so much and I’m so grateful for the things
that I’ve learned from them. They made me promise to return and I
will. Sweet things were said that I would never forget and I could
honestly call them some of my closest friends. We ate with a member’s
family last night (I have pics), another family wanted to take us
out for lunch today and they left it up to me wherever I wanted to go
to eat 🙂 It reminded me of when Daddy would take the missionaries out
with the family. Let me tell you, being in their shoes, it sure does
make you feel special! One of the things The Lord wanted me to learn is week: He always keeps
His promises. The subject kept coming up whether it had been in
lessons with members, investigators, less actives, and when I read the
Book of Mormon this morning. The blessings that He promises always
come, just do your part and they’ll come.Love Always, Hermana E. Whitney
January 20, 2014
P.S. Today= my 11 month mark. (Shake my head)These pictures were taken before I left Chicago 5th Ward. With me are members of the ward and my companion Sister Woolf.
I am in love with the look in a young adults eyes when they watch
their parents talk about the gospel and how important it is to them.
Little did they know how important it was to their parents. They
really listen. That’s something I noticed this past week that I’ve
seen a lot on my mission. I saw it again and came to this realization
all at once when we visited the a family. L__ heard her mother
talk about the gospel and how she came to know it was true for herself
and the role it has played in her life. Sadly, some families don’t
talk about the gospel as much as they should in their homes. But when
the missionaries come… obviously that’s the reason we’re there. And
when the parents speak of it, their kids listen. Almost as if they
were new words never said or a part of them they didn’t know was
It happened again on Saturday when we visited the another family,
except the parent (active member) was the one listening to the kid
(inactive). Again, beautiful words were spoken about the gospel that
not even the parent or siblings knew was in him. This just made my
testimony grow of how missionaries really are representatives of Jesus
Christ. It touched my heart when I came to this realization.
So I’ve had some interesting experiences with some people at the
library and the trains this past week.. Some more dangerous than
others… Hahaha. One of my experiences this past week was at the library
on Facebook and this handsome, young, black kid sits right next to me,
faces me and just stares. I recognized him because I’ve seen him at
the library before. My comp didn’t like the situation at first because
he clearly had a different agenda. Turned out his name is P__, 20,
living on welfare, lost a good paying job a year ago and lost his son
to a heart defect and got kicked out of his home all within a few
days. His life turned upside down and couldn’t handle it and so he
dropped out of college. This all happened a year ago. We had a deep
conversation about life and the purpose of it. I pulled out Ether
12:27 and asked him what he thought. “It sounds like the truth.” I
promised him we would have a Book of Mormon for him next time we saw
him at the library.
Michael, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DUDE! I thought about you a lot because I
felt super bad I didn’t get you a card yet… It’s coming, I promise!
And because you’re going to be passing the sacrament soon!!! Ahhh! So
every time people ask me how old the youngest one in my family is, the
fact that you’re going to pass the sacrament always comes up 😉 You’re
my main little man.
Hermana E. Whitney
P.S. I love being a missionary.
Heyy Happy New Year everyone!! I can’t believe that this year is ending. A couple of weeks ago I forgot the year and another person was like, “2013” and I was like, “Ooh right!” and then she was like, “only for like 2 more weeks!” hahaha and then I was like, “aww man I was just getting used to it.” Hahaha. We were kidding. It was funny though.