SUPER SISTERS!

It's A Bird, It's a Train... Nope, Just Sister Missionaries

Dignity is such an overrated quality.  This was rather forcibly decided for me as I ran (and I do mean RAN) from Manchester Piccadilly Bus Station to the Manchester Train Station in the 7 minute gap we had to catch the train.  Ran in a skirt and sister missionary shoes with two bags in my hands like my life depended on it.  And it did kind of because the next train didn't leave for two hours after that which would mean we'd arrive home around midnight.  Which is, as a missionary, SPIRITUAL DEATH.

We dodged around people and looked like complete fools I'm sure, but... so did they.  Obviously they've never seen 4 sister missionaries with a deadline because their faces showed complete shock.  (They were beginning to be astonished* I'd say.)  My favorite was an Asian man on the phone who let out a high pitched "oooooo" and pressed himself against a signpost to get out of our way.  Thank you sir, by the way.  

I hope your normal voice doesn't actually operate in that register.  

Other notable events:

my first steak and kidney pie (and probably my last)

The wedding of a recent convert -  we went to the Temple to be on the grounds with nonmember family which was kind of nice.

The baking for said wedding

And a training on modesty by the assistants to the President.

Let me close with a little shout out - because my readers feed my ego and therefore I endeavor to feed theirs.

HI NICOLA FISHER!  You are currently my favorite because you said you'd comment on all my posts and also said that I escaped the dreaded "Utah Mormon" stereotype and have a great sense of humor. 

Till next week.

And I was serious about bribing for letters.  5 = one package.  But if they include pictures and are spritzed with perfume to cover up the smell of my desperation then it's 4. 

*Just a little scriptural language humor there for ya.  Did you catch it?  Didya?

A Short Blog combined with Food (is that a Floog or a Flog?)

Announcement!  Announcement!  

(Eva Chau style for those who will catch the reference.)

Much like Cafe Rio cards give out a free meal for the 10th purchase, I am imposing a similar system when it comes to letter writing.

I am not above bribery, no matter how much of a missionary I am.

Every 5 letters is returned with a package.  
(plus the letter responses to each of the five.)

Packages include Photos, European Chocolate, and other Surprises.

Will you dare take "The Challenge"?

RHYL STUNNED!!!

Alrighty, the transfers news you've all been waiting for:

 

I'm staying in the Rhyl ward AND I'm staying with my trainer.  

 

 

What?  How insane is that?

Let me tell you: very insane.  

 

Trainers and trainees stay together after the 3 month training about 0.001% of the time.  In fact I think that percentage is just me.  In fact, 3 out of the 4 sisters are staying.  

 

Let me re-iterate how unusual this is.  We've all bugged President Preston about keeping us together for weeks and weeks and he was incredibly sick of hearing it I think.  And he told us he was hearing it from the ward members, the ward mission leaders, all these people.  But he came to our ward the week before transfers and told one of the members, "these sisters were called to the England Manchester Mission, not the Rhyl ward" and so I thought more of us were goners for sure.  

 

I think it's a tender mercy honestly.  And the missionary coming is a Sister that's already been here on exchange twice.  It says to me that the Lord is keeping a very close eye on the Rhyl Ward because such important things are happening here. 

 

I'm relieved.  After being completely astonished that is.  Sister Nemec and I were in our ward mission leader's home when we received the transfer call on Friday evening.  Both of us were so antsy all day and about had heart attacks when we finally found out.  But after all that I felt really settled about the decision.  And Sister Nemec and I have had incredible days since we found out, and I feel like the Lord was showing me the potential for our work in this next transfer.  This makes me think that we have a VERY specific reason for being here together.  I have a couple inklings about what they might be but I won't say anything yet.  It was nice to know though that the ward wants us though.  All I really want to do here is help people change and grow, and their desire for us to stay makes me think we have made a difference here.

 

This week we committed a less active family to take the discussions again, with the intent of returning to full activity.  The son just returned from a mission and is getting married in a year and they all want to be there for that.  At some point during the discussion the dad told me I have a really good poker face, whatever that means...

 

Well that's about all for now, but I love you!  Preparation days are back to normal on Monday. 

 

Here's my assignment for the week:

Mosiah 2 and the talk, 7 Lessons on Sharing the Gospel

 

Love, Sister Gish  

 

 

 

PS this means my address hasn't changed, so feel free to send those letters...

 

did you know you can dear elder my the England Manchester Mission?  Just go online and type up a letter and put in my information and they print it and mail it for you.  Then it comes extra quickly.  Just saying. 

 

PPS LIZZIE.  HOW BIG IS THE FRUIT?  How are you?  You're going to be a mom in 10 days!!  I wish I could be there to kiss her hello. 

SMOKING POT?!?!

Proof

HA!  This is a declaration to everyone who teased me about melting a pot.  O-kay.  Two pots.  Well the second one wasn't actually MELTED per se.  Just kind of ... scorched.  The first was definitely (definAtely - Lizzie) melted though.  Even I'll own up to that.

But I declare that I AM NOT ALONE!!!  There are fellow well-meaning absent minded people out there who can commiserate and share the burden of purchasing new cooking tools with me.  In this case, it's one of the Sisters in the flat. 

We walked into our living community a few nights ago to find our flat all lit up with every window open and the door gaping wide.  The smell of smoke met us long before our embarrassed looking fellow missionary did.  She apologetically explained that she'd boiled potatos during lunch.  And boiled them.  And boiled them.  And boiled them while they left for the day and for a good 9 hours until they came home again.  

Hence the suspicious smell of smoke lingering on our clothes and sofa.  People may begin to think we've taken up smoking.  But a couple days of open windows and a lot of fabreeze later we might have cured the scent.  Or maybe we're just used to it. 

Welcome to the club Sister Klemm