Hey everyone! Yet another transfer came and went and it looks like I'm staying full time! Much excitement, many shouts of glee. I really can't get enough of the sites. Sadly, Sister Barrett and I's time together is up. It's been a fabulous two, almost three weeks. I wouldn't have wanted to spend it with anyone other than this lady.
With transfers I have moved yet again (just a little farther down Stafford Road, on the new NEW White House), and I am follow up training Sister Canova! She was trained her first transfer by Sister Moberly (my fabulous previous companion who came with me from the MTC, and left me in Newark a few months ago) in Buffalo, and now I am here to train her at the sites! She has some pretty derpy mothers, but I know she will get along from our training just fine :)
And yes, she is very tall--I feel inadequate to be her mother.
The sites this week have been picking up (from what I hear they will pick up more steadily and then by Memorial Day it will just BAM--people). So there are still some slow moments but that's alright! Today for site meeting we all met together at the Smith farm and Elder Bradford sent us out in the fields. We had to pretend each missionary was ten people, then we role played a few tours. Lots of standing on benches, lots of yelling at people. Also, Elder Bradford riding around on gold carts. It was a very merry time.
I served three times in a row at the Whitmer farm so that was quite the experience. Lots of driving, lots of music and jamming. Also, lots of tours! Well, not more than the usual, but lots of tours telling about the Whitmers! I've begun to lose track of how many times I've served there, which is a good thing because I know it pretty well now! I had a pretty cool experience with a group that came in and casually said they were related to a maid of the Whitmers. As we go throughout the tour and I mention how her name was Sarah Heller, but soon became Sarah Conrad, they freeze and say, "our maiden name is Conrad" and that pretty much did it. So here's a picture of me with some relatives of Sarah Conrad. Sarah was the woman I told about in last week's story :) I also have a picture of me and the town of Waterloo sign. Waterloo is the small town in the township of Fayette where the Whitmer farm is located, so we always pass it when coming up. This time we decided to stop and take pictures!
We also walked the Hill Cumorah as a house last week for P-day, and were eaten alive by mosquitoes. But what can you do?
One day at the Smith farm all the curly haired sisters were serving. We are commonly known as the curly fries :)
That same day at the Smith farm I took a tour of at first just a couple from Utah, but then more people walked in and it soon became a family from Utah, and then a family of investigators. It was the coolest experience: the family of investigators were from the Utica mission boundaries and had been invited by their sisters to come to the sites. They'd been investigating the church for a while, but nothing was coming of it, so to quote the father Richie,"we're just coming seeking some guidance". They of course, came to the right place. As we go on the other families in the tour bore powerful testimonies and witnessed themselves that Joseph Smith was a prophet. Literally, member present lesson. SO COOL.
In the frame home, the little boy of the investigator family was fascinated by the original bricks of the hearth where underneath they buried the plates (and proceeded to pick up the one lose one in the whole fireplace). Watching him though, I got an image of what it must have been like for Joseph Smith. Joseph was hard pressed for hiding places inside the families small frame home, so they had to get a bit creative. With each brick he cemented his life's purpose underneath the hearth. While hidden there a mob came bustling down Stafford Road, intent on stealing the plates. Joseph gathered his family outside the home and they made as much noise as possible, clapping hands, screaming, kicking. Joseph himself yelled like a drill sergeant, "
Come on men, get ready!" The mob, believing there to be an army surrounding the home, fled.
It is through small and simple means that the Lord moves his work forward, and protects those instruments and people engaged in it. I can assure you, if you are looking to the Lord in everything you do, He will lead and guide your path.
I love you all and hope the rest of your week is fantabulous!
Hermana Abreu
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