Monday, October 26, 2015

And the Rain Came Tumbling Down....

Ninety-eight percent of the time, I forget all the things I wanted to tell y'all when I sit down to type out my weekly e-mail. I swear exciting stuff has happened here in Flowood! 

It's super rainy, for one thing. Sister Harrison and I were totally shocked yesterday when it rained constantly for a solid 24 hours. One of the ward members said a hurricane hit (hurricane Patricia?) and we were getting the excess rain and wind. It's so weird hearing that, like we should have totally known about it! We had no clue! So, it's very rainy all across the mission. Sister Harrison and I are being safe, and all is well in Flowood, so no worries! 

This week was transfer week! I mentioned that in my last e-mail, I think! We now know our new elders: Elder Cole, Elder Smith, Elder Bledsoe, and Elder Call! Elder Cole is now a Zone Leader with Elder Beckstrom. He's super great! Elders Smith and Bledsoe are whitewashing Pearl! They're a pretty great pair, and it's rather comical to see them standing next to each other. Bledsoe is 6'7" and Smith is 5'6", so seeing them next to one another always makes everyone smile. We also now have a brand new missionary! I'm not the greenest greenie anymore! That baton has now been passed to Elder Call, who comes to us from Payson, Utah. So if his mom finds this, hello. :) He and Elder Gilbert seem like they're doing a great job in Forest! I can't wait to see what these new elders will accomplish!! 

This week, Siser Harrison and I have really discovered how truly kind the ward members are. A lot of them go above and beyond for the missionaries. Sometimes when appointments fall through and it's too dark to tract, we end up dropping in on a member's house. Given, we text or call them first, but they're always so kind and let us teach their family a lesson! 

We also had a member named Sister Traxler who we'd asked a few weeks ago if we could simply practice teaching her a missionary lesson in her home. She said she may as well feed us dinner, which we hadn't expected. We went over, and she'd made chicken enchiladas, tacos with all kinds of toppings (or "fixins" as all we talk to call it here), brownies with chocolate chips and fall-colored M&Ms, and lemon squares. She even put them all in disposable baking pans so we could pack them up and take them with us when we were done. What a sweet woman! 

We've also had ward members bake bread for us, send us home with bags of candy (since it's Halloween time), and send us with most of their pantry, we're sure. I can't believe how selfless these people are.

I'm always amazed by the hospitality here. A lot of people aren't too keen on us Mormons knocking on their doorstep, but a lot of them are also very kind and very enthusiastic about us doing the Lord's work. 

We met this woman tracting the other day. She told us she was moving, so she apologized for the state of her house. We told her it was fine and asked if we could help her move. She laughed and thought we were kidding or that we were just being polite, but we're never kidding when we offer to help! That softened her a little, and she looked so touched! She invited us in and gave us some water. She then asked if we'd eaten. "We ate lunch today," I'd said. Without missing a beat, she replied, "Yes. And it's almost four o'clock." We paused and weren't sure how to respond to that, so she went and grabbed us something to eat and asked us about our missions and what we were doing. 

I want to bear testimony on service. There's always an opportunity to serve someone. I've learned that asking, "Is there anything we can do for you?" is always followed up with a, "No. I'm fine." So, we've been doing our best to ask, "What can we do for you?" 

I've realized that people always need help. There's always yard work to be done, something to be cleaned, a message to be shared, a hand to be extended; everyone is in need of some assistance, and if you're reading this and saying you aren't, reevaluate and try again. God has placed us amongst our brothers and sisters so we can support one another. We are not here to travel the road along the straight and narrow path alone; we are here to help one another follow Jesus Christ and His example -- and He would help everyone

My challenge to you this week is to find someone to serve. Send them a card; bake them some cookies; pay them a compliment; take their groceries inside -- someone needs your help this week, so pray to have the eyes to see them. 

In serving others, Sister Harrison and I have seen the Spirit touch them and soften their hearts. Service blesses others in ways you couldn't even imagine! For example, we were teaching a less-active woman that we see every Friday. She can't come to church much because of her health problems (of which she has many, but she's a trooper); she gets around on a walker and is mostly dependent upon oxygen. While we were visiting, one of the women from the Relief Society walked in and held up something that looked like a carrying pouch. She smiled and said, "Hi! Sorry to interrupt. I made this for you after seeing you at church today. I saw you putting things on your walker, and that didn't seem like a very good way to carry things. So here, this just drapes over the front and ties to the legs, and it has pouches so you can put stuff in it!" 

The woman we were visiting was astonished. She thanked the member, and said, "What on earth compelled you to do that?" The ward member just smiled and said, "I felt like you might need it." 

That touched me so deeply, and it touched the woman we were visiting, too. That is the kind of selflessness I think we should all have; the want to take time out of our day to do something nice for someone else. If Christ could do it all His life, we can do it for a little while. 

There's one more experience I want to recount before I head off. Sister Harrison and I were participating in Harvest Day this past Thursday. We usually park our car at the library and bike down to the neighborhoods and houses along the road. We parked our car as usual, and after we got the bikes down from the rack, we said a prayer to open up our tracting time. When we said amen, we hopped onto our bikes and were about to pedal off when a man -- who had been sitting in his car with his windows down, smoking -- called out to us and commented on how we took the time to pray before we went away on our bikes. 

We went over and talked to him and just shared with him our purpose and what we do. We asked him about church, and suddenly the Spirit began to push on Sister Harrison and I. I felt the need to bear my testimony of the Savior and the Atonement, and so I did. I saw something in him change, like a flicker of an emotion I couldn't identify. Sister Harrison gave him a pamphlet about the gospel of Jesus Christ, and he gave us his address so we could come by and teach him and his wife. His wife was kind, too, when we got to meet her. She came up to the car and introduced herself and said it was alright that we could come by. 

One thing I've noticed is that I speak more clearly when the Spirit is working through me. That moment right there is a testament to me that we are instruments in the Lord's hands. I can't take credit for any of the work that I do; the talents and the motivation that I have come from the Lord, and He knows what we need to do in order to hasten the work. I know He put us in that parking lot at that exact time for a reason, and I know that reason was to meet this man and his wife. 

I am so thankful for my Heavenly Father and all He does for me. I am so thankful for my brothers and sisters, and for those who the Lord has chosen to place around me so that I may know how to become a better missionary. I know I am doing the Lord's work, and I know this Church is true. It is the true Church; that I can promise. 


- Sister Rose 

I try to capture all the photos of the fall colored trees I can :) 

I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT WE RODE A HOVERBOARD THIS WEEK. One of the ward members is a physics professor at Hinds, so he had his students build a hoverboard :) 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Holy Fall Weather, Batman!

Greetings, all! IT'S TRANSFER WEEK! Which is why this e-mail is brought to you on Tuesday! 

See, every six weeks, the missionaries get moved around, or transferred. You don't know if you're being transferred until a couple days before. So, on the Monday that would be your usual preparation day, you spend that day cleaning and packing. If you aren't being transferred to a new area, Monday is your Pre-Transfer Day of Service. You clean your entire apartment and your car (if you have one) and do service for the people in your area! Cool, right?!!

Sister Harrison and I get to spend another six weeks in Flowood! But, our district is getting FOUR new elders!! Isn't that crazy?! We have eight missionaries total in our district. We have stewardship over Flowood, Pearl, Forest, and Brandon, respectively. Flowood won't be having any changes, but Pearl is being "whitewashed." This means that both elders in Pearl will be removed, as opposed to just one of them being removed (if this were happening to sisters, it would be called "pinkwashing." Oddly, this is what Sister Harrison did with Sister Poulson when they came to Flowood a few months ago) . So two new elders will be dropped into Pearl to oversee the area. Elder Hainsworth is one of the elders being taken out of Pearl, since he's now going to be one of the new Assistants to the President! (We all knew that was going to happen, honestly.) As for Forest, Elder Cobb will be moving to another area since he's now finished training Elder Gilbert, who's been out for a transfer or two longer than I have. BUT! Elder Gilbert gets to train a new missionary!!!!! Cool, right?! And finally, in Brandon where the Zone Leaders reside, Elder Clyde will be ending his two-year mission and going back home this week. We'll miss you, Elder Clyde!

The weather here has been super great, honestly; minus some uncharacteristically hot days here and there. Overall, Mississippi seems to be cooling down bit by bit. The trees here don't turn orange or gold or red (with the exception of, like, two trees in the whole state), but the leaves still litter the ground and the mornings are chilly, and the breeze still blows in the afternoon. There's a farmer's market here we have yet to attend, but every time we pass it there's mountains of pumpkins! Also, the fair was in town and we totally went with our investigators. Fried alligator is pretty good, just FYI. 

Protip for Missionaries Who Don't Like Biking: when it's fall, try to ride your bike over the crunchiest leaves in your path (without getting hit by a car, of course!). It makes it much more fun :) 

One thing Sister Harrison and I have noticed about Flowood is that it seems to build one new neighborhood everyday. There's always an entrance to a neighborhood we never noticed; a street we've never seen; a development being added -- there are so many people to talk to! It's ridiculous! So, we decided to try and tract in one of these mystery neighborhoods. We went into one that we pass by everyday. The houses in it were large and spaced out, and trees popped up here and there. The more we drove, the more unsure we were that the neighborhood actually ended. Houses kept coming and coming and coming, and I was almost overwhelmed with the possibilities -- and then we found ourselves at the very end, in a cul de sac. With a hefty sigh, we said a prayer, and began tracting. 

We met some amazing people. Coming to this neighborhood was definitely an inspiration. That happens quite a bit, even if it doesn't seem like it at first. There's always someone somewhere that we can reach out to, even if every door is slammed in our faces. 

In another neighborhood, we managed to come across this girl named Olivia. She's super great, lemme tell ya. We knocked on her door around sunset, and so the sun was kind of blinding her when she opened the door so she invited us in. We started talking, and suddenly she got really excited and said, "Wait...are y'all Mormons?" Bracing myself for some good ol' fashioned persecution, I grinned and said, "Yes!" She only smiled more and said, "Like...The Book of Mormon Musical kind of Mormons??" 

Now, this threw Sister Harrison off guard since she'd never actually known that our missionary experience was made into a musical (not produced by Latter-day Saints, so please be mindful if you watch it. It isn't the most...uplifting broadway show, especially for Latter-day Saints. And if you aren't a member of the Church, please do not take what they portray as doctrine. Thanks!). I laughed and said yes, sort of like that, and Olivia immediately wanted to know more. 

We ended up talking to her quite a bit, and she invited us to get ice cream with her and her friends, and then to have dinner with she and her dad. She's a sweet girl, and we can't wait to keep talking to her! She's very close to the Lord, and very close to her family, too. She's also very open, and that's essential for teaching. The Spirit is strong in her household, and we hope to make that even stronger! 

This week, we also went to a Bible study that two investigators invited us to. They invited some college kids over to their home for food and Bible study, and they very much wanted us to come since we're their "Mormon friends." (That's how they introduced us, and we laughed kinda hard about it.) 

The people there were so nice! We talked and they asked us about our missions, and church, etc. We then began reading in 2 Samuel. There's this character I had no idea that existed. His name was Benaiah. He was a mighty man of David's, and the few verses he's in mention that he "slew lions" and did a bunch of crazy stuff that I'd probably never do. Benaiah is a risk-taker, and most of us are not. I know I'm not. We talked about the risks that God wants us to take, and how we can figure out if they're good or bad risks. Good ones come from God; bad ones do not. Very simple there. 

Toward the end of the lesson, I felt prompted to talk about taking risks as a missionary. Now, as a Latter-day Saint in a room of religious nonmembers, I was extremely unsure about that, even though they (being our investigators, who were teaching) were asking all of us if we'd ever taken risks and seen blessings from them. I shot my hand up after wrestling with the Spirit, and told everyone about the risks I have taken to become a missionary. 

If you don't know, missionaries leave behind a lot. As a woman, for 18 months I leave my smartphone, my Facebook, my family, my dog, my education, and my social life behind me so I can serve the Lord. As stated n my last e-mail, "I have been called of him to declare his word among his people, that they might have everlasting life." There's a phrase that's used a lot in the Church, and it says, "Missionaries leave their families behind for two years (or 18  months) so they can help other families be together forever." 

I don't know if what I said did anything for the college students in the room, but I know I said what I did as prompted by the Spirit. What risks do y'all take? Have you taken any? What risks has God been wanting you to take that you haven't yet? Why? 

What lion are you going to chase? 

Be faithful, brothers and sisters. My Heavenly Father has been teaching me much about faith and trusting in Him. Even if you aren't a missionary, you have to rely in the Lord in order to succeed. All good things come from Him, so what more good can He give us if we but ask for them? The tools have been given to us. We have the promise and the ability to be able to preach the gospel if we have the desire. Even if you aren't called to be a nametag-wearing, MTC-going missionary, you are still able to share the gospel with those you love. All you have to do is open your mouth. 

I would also like to bear testimony of the Book of Mormon. Many people ask us here, why on earth do we need more scripture when we have the Bible? In 2 Nephi 29, we read, "And because my words shall hiss forth--many of the Gentiles shall say: A Bible! A Bible! We have got a Bible, and there cannot be any more Bible." This refers to us in the latter days, and those who don't understand the necessity of the Book of Mormon. But in the following verses, it reads, "Know ye not that there are more nations that one? Know ye not that I, the Lord your God, have created all men, and that I remember those who are upon the isles of the sea; and that I rule in the heavens above and in the earth beneath; and I bring forth my word unto the children of men, yea, even upon all the nations of the earth? / Wherefore murmur ye, because that ye shall receive more of my word? Know ye not that the testimony of two nations is a witness unto you that I am God, that I remember one nation like unto anther? Wherefore, I speak the same words unto one nation like unto another. And when the two nations shall run together the testimony of the two nations shall run together also." 

The Book of Mormon is prophesied of in the Bible (see Isaiah 29). The Book of Mormon was planned to be given to us just as the Bible was. Heavenly Father has brought forth this second witness to draw all men unto Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten Son of the Father. I know the Book of Mormon to be the word of God. Its purpose is clear; its testimonies of God's love for His children brings peace and joy to all those who seek it. Read the Book of Mormon for yourself and ask God, with faith in Jesus Christ that it is true, and the Holy Ghost will testify that unto you as it has testified that unto me. I know that it is true. 

I know that this book changes lives, and continues to change lives. I know that Joseph Smith was and is a prophet of God. I know that families can and will be together forever. I know that I have been called to preach the love of my Savior and the message of the Book of Mormon, and the love that it preaches, and the doctrines it contains to all I meet. I know that the Bible and the Book of Mormon work together and do not cancel each other out. I know that they are true, and I hope you do, too.

I am a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and I invite all of you to read the Book of Mormon and allow divine peace and love to touch your lives. 

Have faith, be strong, and be kind. 


- Sister Rose 

Tracting~ Tracting~ 

Tracting~ Tracting~ 
 I told Sister Harrison to pose!

My hair was so bad on this day...but we were alone on the street, so photo time!

This truck was parked right next to a super expensive-looking Hummer...

Wednesday, October 14, 2015


Greetings, all!

I'll have you know I've officially had fried okra, and I love it! Just about all the local places around here serve it, so it's kind of a thing you have to try. I haven't found a thing I don't like yet! 

I won't lie: this week has been pretty challenging. We meet a lot of people in Flowood, but very few of them meet us at their appointments, even when we leave them voicemails and send them texts reminding them. It can be a little disheartening when you've snagged a member to come with you and you knock on the door and nobody answers. That's happened consistently for the past couple of weeks, and some people have stopped contacting us completely, so Sister Harrison and I have been trying our hardest to do our best and find those who are truly ready to receive this message we have to share. 

On one particular day where we'd gone out with a member, Sister Mullin (who is THE BEST) to visit a less active and they didn't show up, Sister Harrison and I were apologizing like crazy when Sister Mullin just gave us a big smile and said, "Everything happens for a reason, ladies." 

We just blinked at her, and we weren't totally sure how to respond to that kind of patient enthusiasm. She shrugged and said, "You know when you're in traffic, and you're hitting every red light and you're late, and all you want to do is get angry and frustrated? Just think -- Heavenly Father probably saved you from some horrible accident! Maybe you would've been speeding because you were late and caused trouble or got pulled over. Heavenly Father always has things a certain way for a reason!" 

Sister Mullin is an endless fountain of love and kindness for her fellowmen, and she's taught me a wonderful lesson since that day. Now, any time someone slams the door on us or doesn't show up, I just smile to myself and think, "Everything happens for a reason." 

I'm glad I was taught this lesson since the last half of this week was pretty challenging, But, through those challenges, we have some amazing experiences that we've learned from! 

For instance, every Thursday we go to the Mustardseed to play games and read books with mentally challenged adults. (Best place ever. I love it!) All went as usual this Thursday, but afterwards, we felt like we should go try someone we'd met in our area a couple weeks ago named Ed. 

When we first met Ed, he was housesitting for his daughter. He was very nice when he answered the door, and simply said he was Baptist and chose not to read from the Book of Mormon. We respected that, and Sister Harrison asked if he was into family history. Turned out he was super into it and we told him about FamilySearch (if you don't know what that is, GO USE IT) and gave him a card with the website on it. He said he'd go to it, and he then began talking about how important family was. So I brought up The Family: A Proclamation to the World (which is a document the Church put out about 20 years ago, and it talks about the importance of the family), and Ed said he'd go read it! We gave him a pass-along card since it has a link to on it and our phone number. He then gave us his address and said to stop by whenever and he'd feed us dinner. 

Well, it wasn't dinner time, but we wanted to see how he was doing. We made our way to his house (which took forever to find...) and when we knocked, his wife answered. She was very nice, and they invited us inside. Ed was very excited to see us! He said he'd been reading on about Joseph Smith, and he had many, many questions about the whole thing. "I ordered a Book of Mormon this morning," he'd said. "Are you here to deliver it?" 

No, we weren't, but we had one on hand, so we gave it to him. He was so excited about it! We said a prayer and began talking about the Restoration of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He said he thought it was fascinating how Joseph Smith had a vision, and he looked to his wife (who was focusing on the muted television with her back to us) and said, "He saw a vision, honey!" When she didn't reply, he smiled and said, "Can you hear them?"

"I can, but I don't feel like listening," she said. Ed looked disheartened, so we tried to lift his spirits by answering his questions and continuing to talk about the Book of Mormon. 

We bore our testimonies on the Book, and I said that I hoped he would pray about it and know for himself that it was true. He smiled and me and happily chimed, "Oh, I already know it's true." 

WHAT?! OH MY GOODNESS! What a wonderful spirit this man had! We were about to continue when suddenly his wife slammed her drink onto the table, turned to us, and said, "What is your purpose here?"

We told her it was to invite others to come unto Christ, and she very plainly said that they were a Baptist household and they do not abide by Mormon beliefs, and we were intruding on their beliefs. 

Shocked and a little afraid, we apologized. Ed said he was the one who'd invited us, and that he just wanted to know some more and do some studying. His wife told him to do it on the computer, and we were very hurriedly ushered out. 

We were confused, to say the least, as we dropped into our car and tried to fathom what had just conspired. The Spirit had been so strong there, and we weren't sure why it had ended that way. 

"Everything happens for a reason," came Sister Mullin's voice to me. I sighed and thought about that, and a thought came to me: Ed wasn't lost. He's seeking the truth, and the road to the truth is uphill; it is rocky and difficult because everything will always try and stop one of God's children from remembering their divine potential. Even so, I knew that if Ed was not to accept the gospel in this life, he would have the opportunity to accept it in the next. A sense of peace came over me, and I knew that one day Ed would accept the gospel. 

People in the south mean well, as all people do. They believe there isn't more they need to know, but there's always more to know! We just want to help and invite. That is what we do. We love this gospel, and we want to share the eternal love Heavenly Father has for His children with all that we meet. It'll just take some time, as things do. 

Heavenly Father is mindful of His children. I know He's been very aware of me and my companion. I know He knows our struggles, and I know He's been trying to tell us how we can fix them -- and one of them is to have patience. 

He's also been telling me to stay calm, as I tend to overthink what I do when I teach, even though I love teaching. Just yesterday, we had an appointment with Javier and Jose. Sister Harrison met them with Sister Poulson (her companion before me) and they didn't speak a lot of English, so they gave them a Spanish Book of Mormon and have been trying to set up a return appointment since. And this was that return appointment! 

We took the Mullins with us. Sister Mullin is from El Salvador and Brother Mullin served a Spanish-speaking mission in New York City, so they promised to help us translate. Javier and Jose also preferred this; they wanted to understand the doctrine we were teaching, and they could do that better in Spanish. 

The lesson wasn't perfect, as most lessons aren't. I wasn't sure how he was receiving everything since I didn't speak Spanish, but Brother Mullin did a fantastic job at teaching and translating. Part of me was terrified of what was happening. You see, I have an anxiety disorder. That isn't a secret, and it won't be, because that's just how I am. It's been part of me for quite a while, and I knew it would be a struggle for me on a mission, but that is how it is. Heavenly Father wouldn't have given it to me if He didn't think it could benefit me somehow, and now that I think about it, having a sudden bout of anxiety hit me like a mack truck during a lesson taught me how to truly listen to the Spirit and trust in the Lord. 

And so, I did. 

I said a silent prayer that Javier and Jose would truly feel the Spirit as we were teaching and testifying. I asked that he would sincerely want to know more, and that we weren't overloading him. And as we taught, Javier was smiling and nodding; he happily read the scriptures we asked him to, and at the end of the lesson, he said a prayer and promised that he would pray about Joseph Smith. 

There are things that we don't understand, brothers and sisters. We may not understand why one person understands the gospel and another doesn't; we may not know when someone will accept the gospel; we don't know what Heavenly Father has in store for his individual children -- but I know this: Heavenly Father wants  what is best for all of His sons and daughters (and yes, that includes you). He sees things from an eternal perspective, not our limited, temporal one. We are loved children of God who have the greatest potential than all His other creations -- and what a blessing it is to know that we have a Savior who is here to help us, a Spirit who can help comfort us, and a Father in Heaven who smiles down at us as we strive to make those decisions that will finally lead us back to Him one day. 

Have a beautiful week, everyone! Godspeed!

Sister Rose 

The reservoir! (Or "the rez")

This is hanging in the Mustardseed's bathroom. I really liked it! 

Monday, October 5, 2015

MJM Photos for 10-05-2015!

Harvest Day!

We tracted in this gorgeous neighborhood that reminded me of the mountains! It was beautiful and tucked away from the city. I loved it! 

 This is Sister Mullin's daughter's Halloween costume! Can you tell what it is? ;) 

So, we were tracting, and this little guy followed us and did this at every door we stopped on...


Happy fall, y'all! 

This week, I have discovered that Mississippi has no idea what it's doing with the weather. It was perfect fall weather one day, and then suddenly it was cloudy and cold?! I thought I was in Idaho again! So, if you happen to have any scarves on hand, don't hesitate to send them to me! 

I've learned a lot this week. Sister Harrison and I have been working harder than ever to be guided by the Spirit to those people who need us the most. However, one thing she and I have felt prompted to do is get the members of the Brandon ward (that we attend) more excited about missionary work. 

Now, I won't delve into details about that, but I do want to share how crucial members are in conversion, fellowshipping, and faith-building. More often than not, people who need the gospel have people placed in their lives who are disciples of Jesus Christ. Our Heavenly Father does this on purpose! If you're a member, think of all the nonmembers you know! Are they struggling? Questioning? Are they lost? If someone came to your mind, tell them about the gospel! And if you aren't sure how, well, that's what you have missionaries for! Missionaries love it when members approach them with referrals and questions. We can't do everything ourselves -- so we need you! (Just imagine me as Uncle Sam...) Also, bear in mind that missionaries, while they may be living a different life than you are right now, are still people. In fact, they're basically kids. I have said many times that I am a fake adult. Legally, I am an adult, but actually? It's hilarious anyone allowed me to grow up. Help the missionaries feel like they're part of a family; they want to get to know you, help you, and show you the beauty of the gospel. They don't want to eat all your food and demand referrals. Promise! 

As we went throughout the week, we tried our hardest to get members present during our lessons. One member in particular named Sister Mullin is a total firecracker when it comes to missionary work! She was converted thanks to her husband (who is also totally awesome) and ever since, she's been so excited about helping us missionaries do the work. She's so helpful! It's crazy! She's helped the people we talk to feel far more at home than we ever could ourselves. 

We met a lot of amazing people this week. A couple in particular come to mind. The first was a woman we met while tracting. She was sitting in her driveway with her husband, who was happily sipping away on a beer. They were happy to talk to us when we walked up. The husband mostly had questions about what we were doing, why, and if we were safe in Flowood (which, we are!). As we kept talking, we bore testimony of the Book of Mormon. As we talked, the wife, whose name is Rhonda, looked at us and began asking us questions about what we believe. As we kept talking, we set up an appointment with her. She said she wanted to strengthen her faith and be a better disciple of Christ. She said, "I want to get to the point that y'all are at: where I can go and preach the gospel." Which is just beautiful to me. I can see the seeds of faith have been planted in her soul, and we can't wait to help her grow them. 

We met another woman named Debra, who seriously changed my life in five minutes. She was working on her yard and preparing it for fall, which meant cutting the grass, moving plants, and preparing her trees. She was so sweet! She taught me an amazing lesson about work. She taught me that if you see work as work, that is all it will ever be. Find the good in your work -- what do you like about it? Use it as your therapy. Allow some time to talk with God while you work, and your life will change, and your attitude will be better. As I've been doing that, I have been able to see that change. Given, my work requires that I strive to be close to God at all times, but sometimes that's a challenge (actually, most times it's a challenge). Going out and tracting and doing the work has become even more fulfilling than it has been since I've begun that!! 

Debra also gave us a beautiful testimony on Jesus Christ and our Heavenly Father. She said that faith is like a seed (which is in the book of Alma! Chapter 32, check it out!) and that we have to nourish it and let it grow through Christ. As we talked, she said she felt impressed to share that that night, she was supposed to be at her bible study class. She felt like she wasn't supposed to go and decided to work on her yard instead, and now we showed up, and she firmly believed that we were sent to her to minister to her. I can attest to that, too, my dearest friends! Missionaries are called of the Lord, and He knows His sheep better than we do. He knows that we're supposed to be here, at this time, ministering to these particular people. 

In 3 Nephi 5, it reads, "Behold, I am a disciple of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. I have been called of Him to declare His word among His people, that they might have everlasting life." 

Coincidentally, we in the MJM are required to have this scripture memorized. No scripture so plainly describes my purpose as a missionary than this one does. I am a disciple of Christ, and He has called me to the wonderful world of Mississippi to declare the word of God which has so beautifully touched my life. I can't wait to share it with the people God has prepared for us! I hope y'all do the same and share how the gospel has blessed your life with those you know, especially now that we are getting into that time of year where everyone is very family-centered, service-driven, and full of love. Share what you know plainly, and the Spirit will testify of its truth. Rejoice in the simple truths you know of the gospel. What do you know to be true? 

Lastly, did y'all watch General Conference?!?!! I know I did! Funny story about it, actually. 

Sister Harrison and I have these super cool neighbors in our apartment complex. They're the nicest people ever, I swear. We made them cookies and talked to them for a while, and now they're like really good friends to us. After one Harvest Day, we came back to our apartment and realized Sister Harrison's bike tires needed some air. After consulting with the elders earlier that day, we found out that our tire pump was broken! We ended up asking our neighbors if they had one, and Don, the dad in the family, snagged his and pumped up Sister Harrison's tires and carried our bikes up the stairs to our apartment without us asking! Who does that?!

After thanking him, we told him about General Conference and he said, "Oh? They broadcast it? Y'all don't have a TV! Come over to our place and watch it." 


So Saturday morning rolls around, and we head over to their apartment. Don is in the living room, and we assumed (never do that) that his wife was in the back of the apartment. (Now, just so y'all know, missionaries cannot be alone in a house with one person of the opposite sex. It's a safety precaution.) Don couldn't find byutv, so he'd pulled the livestream up on his laptop and said, "I'm going to go to Best Buy and get an HDMI cord so we can watch it on the TV." Before we could protest, he was out the door, and we soon discovered that we were totally alone in this apartment.

We tried to figure out how we were going to address this situation, when suddenly the Internet stopped working. I texted Don and told him what happened, and he came rushing back and figured out that all of the devices in his home didn't have Internet anymore! He said this never happens and that their Internet provider is pretty trustworthy. We decided that we'd watch the rest of Conference at a member's home who had invited us earlier that week. We apologized, and the moment we left the apartment, his Internet was back up and running. 

Divine intervention much?

So, that's my funny story for the week! Did y'all watch General Conference? If so, what was your favorite talk/quote/message? Why? How can you share that with someone you know?

Love y'all! Have a happy fall! Godspeed!

Sister Rose

PS - PHOTOS Coming in another post today!  Don't miss them!

(A note from Maddy's Mom: if you'd like to email Sister Rose, her address is She can read and respond on Mondays.)