Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Sent 11/18/13

Hello Family and Friends!

Are you ready for the jam packed email that always follows my email droughts? I feel like I have three weeks worth of stories and developments to write about and share with yall. But as always I will only be able to write about one. So I guess I will just jump in, trying my best not to bore you souls.

On monday since we had a month and a half of catching up to do with Harriet, our very favorite jta akiea (also known in english as) ysa we went to her house after our p-day hours were over. We had a great time with her and her friend Maddie. It is amazing to me to really feel see the change in relationships as you get to know a person more. I have been thinking about this a lot this last week as the potential of me leaving this area approaches. I have grown to love the members soo much. We visit them, sure but the love that is developed because of the concern we have for them is 100 fold, as we serve them the love grows. It reminds me of a seminary lesson we had with Bro. Summter(?) about how our hearts are set where our service and time are given. Or better stated by President Uchtdorf,  "In family relationships love is really spelled t-i-m-e, time. Taking time for each other is the key for harmony at home. We talk with, rather than about, each other. We learn from each other, and we appreciate our differences as well as our commonalities. We establish a divine bond with each other as we approach God together through family prayer, gospel study, and Sunday worship.” and when you really think about it there is a reason we call each other Brothers and Sisters in the Church. It is because we are all family. We have only one Heavenly Father and Mother. Sunday School is like our family scripture study. I have grown in my love for the people here in Kaiserslautern because I have been spending time with and serving my brothers and sisters. "Because love is the great commandment, it ought to be at the center of all and everything we do in our own family, in our Church callings, and in our livelihood. Love is the healing balm that repairs rifts in personal and family relationships. It is the bond that unites families, communities, and nations. Love is the power that initiates friendship, tolerance, civility, and respect. It is the source that overcomes divisiveness and hate. Love is the fire that warms our lives with unparalleled joy and divine hope. Love should be our walk and our talk.”

On Tuesday after study, we went to the church so that Sis. Prince and the Zone Leaders could plan zone training. I typed up all the questions from the youth fireside, and started to answer them with the Elders. When the second shift of babysitters came in (the german Elders) I did some family History. It is so great to get on and find little treasures. I found the headstone pictures of some ancestors and attached them to my family tree. I think it is so easy for us to separate our current lives from those of old. But really we are living in the same world, both literally and figuratively. Where you are standing right now there have been hundreds of steps taken by others. There is no difference in their lives and our own. We as a human family have such common emotions and wanting and fears. There is no change in the root of all of our challenges. We fear the unknown, we fear the change that we are faced with. We pray to the very same father. He has lifted all of us. We conquer our fears with the faith in Christ. We walk with trust and hope. There is no difference in their lives and our own.

After they figured out their themes and worked out all the kinks, we did some last minute planning for our survival. Then we helped the Relief Society women set up for the quarterly activity. It was a dinner and then two workshops on how we can organize our lives, temporally and spiritually. It was such a great fantastic night! so much fun being able to talk to the women of the ward and really get to know them as friends. Beyond that it was incredible to watch the women of the ward take the less actives and those families that we as missionaries have been working with, under their wings and really fellowship them. The presidency was expecting 30 people to show up so they planned for 40. SIXTY women were there! There were at least 10 there that were women that we and the Elders have been working with. And there really wasn't a need for us to go and fellowship anyone because all the other women got there first! to see the act of friend-shipping is a sweet sweet blessing, a tender mercy of watching others demonstrate love. 
There was a clothing swap at the end of the activity. There were 6 tables full of clothes to go through! The women helped each other find the 'jackpots". They would see a cute skirt and go and ask someone that was that size if they wanted it. Sis. Romero had 3-4 people looking at the tables for her, so that she could have a skirt to go to church in. 

The next day, Wednesday, Sis. Kropushek invited us over for lunch with two of her neighbors. She has got to be one of my very favorites. She is so funny and just cute. She does so much and tries so hard but doesn't think that anything is going to work out. haha its sweet and funny in a shake-your-head kind of way like, "oh sis. kropushek, Don't worry haha" While we were waiting for them to show up, she really opened up and told us about her family, about how her and her husband met. She gave great advice to us on dating and marriage haha (a weird common thing on the mission). Her neighbors are both German, It was really cool actually because I totally understood everything that they were talking about I just couldn't contribute. 
After our lunch with her we went to do an introduction lesson of family history with her because she is a family history consultant. We taught Sis. Sweet, who lives up to her name. We were talking about filling out your tree and she was saying how she started right when she got married and then life got busy and that now she will do it tonight. She was probably the most pumped for FH since we have been giving out these lessons. It was really cool to see. 

We taught the Lovells about the Plan of Salvation. They have really been moving along. Romona the 22 year old daughter started reading the Book of Mormon and has lots of questions about everything. Her mom acts like a joint teach and will testify about everything that we teach but her herself is okay with where she is at not being baptized because she doesn't think that she can give up smoking. It really sad. Actually at Zone Training Sis. Wilson told us a story that explains this principle much better. 

The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. "Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face. "A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere--Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?"
"Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess -- the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"
"Daddy, you know I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."
"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you." And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. "What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?" Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver,she finally said, "Here, Daddy. It's for you."
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.
So like our heavenly Father. What are you hanging on to?
I was thinking about this a lot during Zone Training while they were instructing us in ways that we can improve and become better missionaries. So often we are holding on to our own wills, We think that when Heavenly Father asks us to give up our wills that we are giving up our plastic pearls, when really there is true blessings of lasting happiness and peace in return. That it is not a sacrifice, it is really a privilege.

Skipping just a little Friday we had an appointment with Sis. Romero up in Eulenbis. We had arranged a "joint-teach" and ride to get up there. While we were waiting at the church for them to show up we get a call saying that they had to cancel on us 10 mins before we were suppose to be at Sis. Romero's house. So we went into survival mode trying to figure out another way to get there. We checked the Deutsche Bahn website for bus times to realize that we had only 5 mins to leave the church and catch the bus. We book it just in time to see the 101 pull away. gahh. Thanks to our wonderful zone training that taught us to manage our stress, Sis. Prince and I decided that before we go crazy we better manage our stress. So we slowed down had lunch then went back to the church to see the times for the next bus. Which at that point we had 2 minutes. We waited for an even later bus. we had 3 different bus connections to make. all buses that we have never ridden on before. We get on the first one, that says its going the other direction but the bus driver assures us it is the right one. all works out. We get off and wait for the next one to arrive. This super old bus pulls up with the route number printed on paper and taped on to the windshield. gulp. so we get onto this bus. EVERY seat is full! the aisle is tiny  because its an older bus and the aisle is already half full with standing passengers. oh yeah and all the passengers are under the age of 17. We were so packed in there and the bus driver is literally weaving in and out of cars throwing everyone in the aisle to the sides. and still more kids are coming on. Sis. Prince and I lose it we are laughing but trying not to but that makes us laugh all the more. To all the kids on the bus we were these giants, these loud american giants with funny name tags. It was so ridiculous. As more kids hop on we are crammed tighter and tighter. We are now to the doors in the back of the bus. Sister prince is down the stairs and spread out like a starfish with both arms holding on to opposite bars trying not to get flung out the door, I am facing her a few steps up and there are these little kids between the two of us. I look down the road and just see curve after curve. Poor Sis. Prince is holding on for dear life. She finally grabs on to the belt on my coat with one hand to try and stay more balanced and not swaying back and forth crushing the kids between us with every turn. But that just made it worse because now we both are all over the place. I was laughing so hard because the thing was just so ridiculous. It was the largest game of corners I have ever played.
We finally survive to Sis. Romeros house and watch Finding Faith in Christ. Sis Romero is the best. You can tell so much that she is just craving the gospel. One of the times we met with her, she told us that she had something to tell us. She explained that she has been praying and not really feeling anything and that she will turn randomly to the scriptures, but that she doesn't really understand them. But that one day she flipped to Jacob 5:22    22 And the Lord of the vineyard said unto him: Counsel me not; I knew that it was a poor spot of ground; wherefore, I said unto thee, I have nourished it this long time, and thou beholdest that it hath brought forth much fruit.      she read it and then she looked at us.... "well don't you see?!?" .... "That is the answer to my prayer. God has a plan for me. He is preparing me." It was so amazing to see her face light up as she shared this story. She explained that she had been waiting all week to share it with us because we are the only ones that would understand. The spirit was so very strong that I will never be able to forget this time with Sis. Romero and the fact that she began to really get what the gospel was all about. That the gospel is individual and very real for us personally it isn't just words, or a good theory but that it is truth waiting to be accepted not only in our minds but in our hearts through the way we live our lives. 
After our appointment here, because of all the mess of the buses we were now too late to catch a bus out of eulenbis so we had to walk the 40mins to weilerbach. It was so breathtakingly beautiful. but cold. I was telling Sis. Prince that if we prayed maybe a member would pick us up. She laughed because we were on this totally country road at a weird time and the members were so far and few in between. So we walk down this hill we get just on the outskirts of weilerbach and low and behold Sis. Reckiek slows down beside us and offers a ride. haha "oh ye of little faith" She had to go drop off her daughter somewhere because she was one seat short. So by the time we reconnected we were about a single block away from the bus stop but we the point is we got a ride from a member. 
Another member who has recently been reactivated is Sis. Hudson. We were going to teach her a lesson on Thursday but she was in so much pain due to her partial paralysis that we could only have a quick visit, We gave her banana bread and some shirts from the clothing swap and you could have confused her face for a three year old on christmas morning. It was one of the most touching experiences because of her pure gratitude. So we set up a following appointment for saturday. She did NOT want to miss this one. So she made sure that she stayed current on her medicines, about five times to current. We get to her house and one of the first things that she says to us is " Hello sisters! I am really high right now!" man she was bouncing all over the place and very high. hahaha it was a hilarious and sad sight. So sad that you just had to laugh about it. We watched Finding Faith in Christ again to maybe have it calm her down, but nope! ahaha We get a call from her that night at like 10, telling us that she just woke up from her five hour nap and that she was now getting ready for bed and wished us a good night. haha her medicine must have been something strong. On Sunday we of course saw her and she was back to her normal self and she was apologizing so much for her behavior. That she was so worried on Saturday that she would be in so much pain that she could have us teach her and that she wanted to learn more so desperately.
Seeing the pure desire in these two women to learn more is such a testimony builder to me. We have the truth, we know where to get more yet we hold back. We live beneath the potential happiness and peace that is offered us. Why? We need to appreciate the love that God has given us through the gospel and treasure it for the value that it is to us and our lives. This is a lesson that I am still learning everyday.

I love you all, and hope you have a wonderful wonderful week :)

Liebe,
Sis. Wadsworth
This was probably the most intense eating appointment I have ever had. But the seaumanuus are legit!

This was probably the most intense eating appointment I have ever had. But the seaumanuus are legit!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

short week of photos (sent 11/11/2013)

There is seriously negative time but I have like 3 weeks worth of photos to catch up on so you can get all of them at the blog.schwesterwadsworth.blogspot.com that way you wont have a thousand annoying emails :)

Epic dino park photos

Epic dino park photos


We were rebellious and put our hands in cement, Check that puppy off the bucket list.

We had a freak out in Landstuhl and so to calm the situation down we had ice cream the only logical thing to do.

This is us and the cutest little girl ever: Ali. She insist on calling me sister farnsworth though haha
This is the saddest sight, again in Landstuhl which is turning into our "fail city" because everything seems to go wrong here. But this is Sis. Prince with her wind turned umbrella. haha makes me laugh every time I see it

We had a rockstar fireside this week with the youth about missionary work. It was a Q&A and it was fantastic!

We had a rockstar fireside this week with the youth about missionary work. It was a Q&A and it was fantastic!
We had the most beautiful sunrise on the morning we went to the temple. It made all the buildings orange and the sky was an impressive stormy gray.

The beautiful Frankfurt temple steeple

The beautiful Frankfurt temple steeple
hahahahah I have some of the best pictures of sis. Prince. missionary work is hard and exhausting 

hahahahah I have some of the best pictures of sis. Prince. missionary work is hard and exhausting 

hahahahah I have some of the best pictures of sis. Prince. missionary work is hard and exhausting 

Sent 11/04/13

Hello Family and Friends, 

I have only 10 mins to write this email so bear with me as I try to dump truck all of my thoughts to you. 

This week was more on the lacking side. We had a lot of failed appointments, and mis-communication (between our Mission leaders aka Elders;)) happen. As I was mentally trying to write out this email during the week it was looking like a not to sunshiny email. because in all honesty sometimes life isn't full of sunshine. There was a day that we were home and it was to late to go out so Sis. Prince read to me from a book called, "Believing Christ" while I was making dinner. There were two quotes that really stuck out to me. 

"Unfortunately, there are many members of the church who simply do not believe this. Though they claim to have testimonies of Christ, and of his gospel, they reject the witness of the scriptures and of  the prophets about the good news of Christ's atonement. Often these people naively hold on to mutually contradictory propositions without even realizing the nature of the contradiction. For example, they may believe that the church is true, that Jesus is the Christ, and that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, while at the same time refusing to accept the possibility of their own complete forgiveness and eventually exaltation in the Kingdom of God. They believe IN Christ, but they do not believe Christ. He says, "Though their sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. I can make you pure and worthy and celestial," and they answer back, "no, you can't. the gospel only works for other people; it won't work for me." Yet, the "good news" of the gospel is good news to me not because it promises that other people who are better than I am can be saved, but because it promises that I can be saved--wretched, inadequate, and imperfect me. And until I accept that possibility, until I BELIEVE Christ when he says he can bring into his kingdom and set me on a throne, I have not really accepted the good news of the gospel--I have only accepted the messenger while rejecting his wonderful message.
 
If we believe only IN Christ without BELIEVING Christ, then we are like people sitting in cold, dark houses surrounded by unused lamps and heaters, people who believe in electricity but who never throw the switch to turn on the power. People like this often pretend to themselves and to others that merely believing in electricity makes them warm and gives them light, but they still shiver in the dark unless they turn on the power. Though the appliances may all work and the wiring may be in good order, until we accept the power itself, beyond merely believing in the theory of power, we cannot enjoy the warmth and the light. This is why genuine faith in Christ-- active acceptance of his power and not just passive belief in his identity-- is and must be the very first principle of the gospel. No matter how much of the gospel one learns or even believes as a theory, until we accept the reality of our own salvation, we have not yet turn on the power."

I think a lot of times we get into these funks of thinking that I believe in Christ but my case, my life is different. I am the exception to the rule and I have gone to far to be saved. I can't ever have full happiness or full joy. partial sure. but not full. 

We had an appointment this week with a Sister who is not baptized, though she once was only a week away from it. We were talking with her and she was telling us that she felt like she can't ever change because she has never changed. I could relate so closely to this Sister. How quickly do we think that there is no hope for us. That life is too hard and we simply are not strong enough. Those are lies. When we believe such thoughts we are actively rejecting Christ. We are saying through our actions that we think He is not all powerful, that He is a liar. Because we are rejecting His words that he tells us that through Him we are saved. 

We fixate on our trials and our troubles with a cloud of despair and not a view of hope. We do not see the difficulties in life as Alma explained,  I would that ye should remember, that as much as ye shall put your atrust in God even so much ye shall be bdelivered out of your trials, and your ctroubles, and your afflictions, and ye shall be lifted up at the last day.
or in another way, we do not see our stumbling blocks as hurdles that are going to condition us into better athletes. There is a document entitled the fourth missionary, and it explains it like this. 
"Every challenge you face, every hard thing you confront, every bad thing that happens to you, 
every unfairness, every conflict, every sadness, tragedy, every disappointment and heartache, every 
temptation and every opposition happens for one purpose only: to give you opportunity to respond by 
applying in your life the teachings of Jesus. As you do so you are changed to become more like Him."

This Sister that we were working with was moved. She felt the spirit and decided to give Christ and God a second wave of trust. She decided to give herself a second look, another try. She trusted in Heavenly Father with enough faith to say that she was willing to trust Him enough to forgive herself. We set a date with her to be baptized on December 7th. A clean start, a fresh beginning. 

I know that there is so much struggle in the world. I hear from so many hear in Germany and those from home that life is a constant struggle. I can only leave my witness to you that I know that Christ was our Savior. Not only did He walk the earth performing miracles but that He is shaping miracles out of each of us. There is no low that we can reach that is lower than what the savior can lift us from. 

I love you all so much. I pray that you find comfort and peace in your life. That is my sole and my soul prayer. 

With deep love, Sis. Wadsworth

Mosiah 14

Yea, even doth not Isaiah say: Who hath abelieved our report, and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?
 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of dry ground; he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him there is no beauty that we should desire him.
 He is adespised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
 Surely he has aborne our bgriefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
 But he was awounded for our btransgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are chealed.
 All we, like asheep, have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquities of us all.
 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he aopened not his mouth; he is brought as a blamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb so he opened not his mouth.
 He was taken from prison and from judgment; and who shall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the living; for the transgressions of my people was he stricken.
 And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the arich in his death; because he had done no bevil, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
 10 Yet it pleased the Lord to abruise him; he hath put him to grief; when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin he shall see his bseed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
 11 He shall see the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied; by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shallabear their iniquities.
 12 Therefore will I divide him a portion with the agreat, and bheshall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death; and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bore the sins of many, and made cintercession for the transgressors.

Just Rollin' with It (sent 10/28/2013)

Hello Family and Friends!

Like in life, sometime you have to learn to roll with the punches. This was one of those weeks. I started this week last Sunday with a prayer in my heart to better understand what it means to Endure to the End. What does it look like? How can I know that I am enduring well? ... I will let this be my preface and foreshadowing to the rest of my email.

Monday after our P-day was over. We went to Sis. Hudsons home with the Baguleys (The Relief Society Presidents family) We did a service Family Home Evening and helped Sis. Hudson who due to medical problems is restricted in her movement, to clean her house. It was so neat to watch these little kids just get it. That them cleaning an extra house wasn't a "chore" but that it was something they sincerely wanted to do to help her out. I loved watching little Jacob go around dusting everything and then coming to one of us and saying, "Well what next?" Such a cutie.
We also had Zone training this week. Zone training is a lot like Christmas, because I half know what its going to be happening because Sis. P helps in planning, the final production isn't as wow as it is to the other missionaries. Like when you help bring presents to the Christmas tree the night before, the wow isn't quite there come Christmas morning. But that being said, it was still great! We talked about using Family History work, and the second theme was on Member missionary work. Elder Jackson is a rock star and is following up with Zone Training by having the next two District meetings be on Family History work. Before I came out on my mission, I felt the need to start in on my family history work. I had always thought about how it's just another thing that you could do in the church, but it was for the older generations. I took the class from Sis. Wagner in the ward and the fire of Family History just grew in my heart. The thought crossed my mind a few times of why I was feeling such promptings to do Family history work while My life was hectic trying to prepare for a mission. But now that I am in the field I am so glad that God prompted me to catch the spirit of Elijah while I was home because I came prepared with a testimony of the importance of seeking out our ancestors and can now spread that spirit jetzt with those in my district. Elder Jackson called me up like two nights ago to give the next two DDM themas. I am excited, a little nervous that I will be able to pull it off with such little time to pull something together aber nah ja was kann Mann tun?
After Zone Training we had another lesson with Sis. Burns. I love that woman. We decided to walk home from her house instead of taking a bus. I thought it would take like 30 mins. hehe minor miscalculation 
Sis. Prince in our walk home from sis Burns house
and it actually took like and hour and twenty. But sometimes you have got to give yourself time to think and process all that goes on in your life. It was a tender mercy from God. 
We got 3 new investigators this week! the Lovell family I am super excited about meeting with them. They are prime examples of how the Lord prepares people. and they just don't know where to find the truth.
So on to the Meat of the letter. I am just typing a journal entry because it was just to priceless to keep to myself:

Donnerstag October 24, 2013
I had a nightmare last night. I served my mission and was home and people were asking me what I did on my mission and I had nothing to tell them, I had not changed or learned a thing or changed anything or anyone. They asked me to at least say something in German and I couldn't because i didn't learn German, I didn't know anything. And i just felt this feeling like why did I go on a mission? Wow i wasted my time there. I served 18 months and nothing came from it.
So little did I know that was the foreshadowing to our day of fails. Don't read this wrong I haven't laughed this hard in like forever, and this much. 
Sis. Prince being ninja in the wheel. 
It started in the morn when i total whacked my head on a mettle protruding pipe in the shower. Then we decided to go study in the park. we took the 101  and totally missed our stop and just kept doing the ride of shame while we sat there on the bus on the return route. We finally get there and do our study. Then we get a little restless and start walking around trying to warm up. we see some toys. One of them being a human sized hamster wheel. I get on and start moving along then I realize I can't stop. I don't even know how to stop. I panic knowing that I can keep walking but it will only get faster and the crash will get even worse. I cry out to sis. Prince who is blank face watching me.
me in the hamster wheel of death
 I look up in desperation but I am received with only falling sand into my eye. I quickly weigh my options. tho my yells for help rendered me useless as I cried out to sis. prince who was again simply looking at me waiting for the train to crash, I give one last look of despair before I let myself go back with the wheel, grabbing at my skirt to at least try and keep the modesty dignity with me. but see it fruitless as I am swept in the circling motion breaking away from the side by tumbling on my head like a towel in a dryer with my backpack sealing the deal and falling upon my contorted body in this ridiculous wheel of death. 
Sis. Prince laughs ridiculously hard. I laughed along for the sake of my lost pride and the throbbing headache that thankfully lessened due to the Advil I took to fend off the headache I formed that morning in the shower. 
a cool sign we found with the millage to home on it.

Our day  continues. We lose all motivation to do planning/anything. We started two rebellions. 1 to go the the Dino park on Monday with the district and 2 to make ice cream in bags during DDm. That was the highlight of the success for our day. Doch! we did get transfer goals done<-which helped me feel better over my lingering nightmare. Then we went to Landstuhl to go to the one appointment we actually had. Only to realize it would take like 45 mins to get to their house. We left k-town late took the next closest train which was delayed. Didn't know what bus to take so we asked around, found it. It was not on time either. Then we got stuck in traffic so we ended up calling the Nance's 3 times that day 1 to confirm our appointment 2 to say that we would be late. 3 to give into the ridiculousness of the situation and saying that we would have to reschedule. we went home where we made dinner. bacon gravy and biscuits. But the gravy I made was a fail and so sis p made a new batch of gravy. I strained the first batch in an attempt to keep the bacon bits. then we went to daily planning an we were both super silly and sis p fell asleep while i finished up the details. 
Moral:Life is full of "golden" beginner moments. They humble you and will make you cry out of shame and laughter at the same time. Just roll with it ;)

The week continued in fails. We went to heart attack our Ward Mission leaders door, but was spotted. before so we did the awkward ding, dong ditch with them knowing it was us. We had volleyball like
volleyball night
always on Friday. The ball came just to my left and right in front of Elder Jackson. I go in to hit it to only see in my peripheral vision Elder Jackson mid jump with his knees in course of flight to my noggin. I let our a girly childish scream and let the inevitable collision occur. Upon impact I was hurting about an 8 but for the sake of Elder Jackson's soul I brushed it off. It was the third injury to my head in less than 48 hours. We had two appointments fall through that we were really excited for. We almost got stuck between a bush and a car when we went on a split, in one of those impossible situations drivers tend to get themselves in when they back up. 
 
Haha and here I am studying about how to endure to the end. What it looks like and to know if I am enduring well. My conclusion folks is that life happens. In no way do failures in schedules, timing or hamster wheel funning make you a failure. That's what is so great about the atonement. It is not alone for the "sins and mistakes" its for the little failures in life. To be able to get up know that we are in His hands and that he will let everything work for our good. 

Us being all sister missionary waiting to be picked up from the train station
 
I know that God loves us. That he is watching out for us. He is laughing and rejoicing with us and that He is also there crying and mourning with us. I love the Gospel and the comfort it bring to me. 

D&C 122:7
 And if thou shouldst be cast into the apit, or into the hands of murderers, and the sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the bdeep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to chedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of dhell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give theeeexperience, and shall be for thy good.

I love you all and pray for your well-being. 

Viele Liebe from your friend, sister and daughter,
Sis. Wadsworth