An exciting week in Whitefield!

Hello!

It has been quite the week in Whitefield. We had preparation day, multi-zone trainings, an exchange, weekly planning, sisters’ meeting and church. The week has literally flown by because of everything we had to do. I want to start off by telling a story that happened to me on Tuesday.

I enjoyed multi-zone trainings (which is basically zone conference or in other words a time when all the missionaries meet together to discuss the work we are doing), but what happened prior is more memorable for me. We got a fairly early start because Sister Low was in charge of the musical number, but unfortunately, the buses took a lot longer than expected. We were already running a bit late and since we taken the 105 bus, we had another 10 minute walk from the bus stop to the chapel. Once we finally got off of the bus, it was about 9:55 am and the conference started at 10:00 am (not to mention we were supposed to be there at 9:15 am for the musical number and in our seats at 9:45 am). We realized that sometimes the unexpected happens and you just need to do your best with the situation you have. As a result, we decided to run. However, about 20 steps into our run to the chapel, I tripped on the sidewalk and fell (basically doing a face plant). My tights got holes in them and my knees were a bit scraped up. Furthermore, the brand new Book of Mormon I had grabbed that morning got a bit dirty. So what did I do? I got back up and continued to run.

Once arriving at the chapel, I threw away my tights since they had holes and Sister Low let me borrow her socks. The sad thing was my boot zipper broke in that same instance, so Sister Low also let me wear her boots (good thing she brought an extra pair of shoes!). While some may have cried (and I may have shed a tear or two), I learned two important lessons from this experience. First, my natural instinct was to get back up and run. There is no reason to feel sorry and stop, but always press forward. I think I actually felt more pain from the fall once I stopped than I ever did when I was running. It taught me the importance of just keep going and things will get better, no matter how bad they may seem. Second, I felt Sister Low truly showed me charity. She literally gave me the socks and boots she was wearing, so that I would have something. I knew that she loved me and wanted to help me in whatever way she could. I feel blessed to have such a loving companion. Third, the Lord provides us tender mercies. It happened that I received Annie and mom’s package that had some spandex/thermals. Since they were black and I was wearing boots, no one could tell the difference between them and tights. As a result, I was able to use them to keep my legs warm. I couldn’t have asked for more perfect timing! So thank you. There are always lessons to be learned from the experiences we have, we just need to be aware and look for them.

Finally, we had a sisters’ meeting this week. That means that all the sister missionaries got together at the mission home and we were able to have some trainings focused more on us. The assistants to the president (they help keep everything in the mission in order) trained us on speaking up and making our voice heard in the mission. We also heard about how to relax and a few other things. It was great to have the opportunity to be with the other sisters and learn from them. There is something truly special about the bonds of sisterhood.

That is all that I have to report for now. Hope you are all doing well and enjoying life. It sounds like good things are happening at home.

Love, Becca