Life is for Joy

Dear Family,

 

I love you so much.  Recently I have been fascinated with the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  I want you to know that I know that Christ lives.

 

One of my favorite miracles has always been when the woman touched the robe of Christ.  I don't know if you knew that, I don't think I have told many people.  I love it because it was by her faith that she was healed, but my favorite part is when Christ turns around and asks who touched Him.  She was already healed and he knew that, but He took the time to speak with her and to tell her that it was by her faith she was made whole.  I love that- I've always loved that He took the time. But today I was reading about the context.  Christ was in a rush.  He wasn't just going to call by a friend, or home for tea.  He was on the way to heal Jarius' daughter... she was on her deathbed!  This was a very important thing He was going to do... but He still took the time.  He still turned around and spoke to the woman.  And guess what?  Jarius' daughter died... she died while He was administering to the woman.  They basically told Him, 'there isn't any point in coming anymore, she is dead.'  And He was probably accused, and Jarius and his family was probably hurt... and it was all because our Saviour was taking the time.  But- because he administered to the one, doesn't mean that He would leave another behind, never.  He went and performed one of His greatest miracles at that point, showing that He could also break the chains of death.  I love it.

 

Christ is the champion of the one.  He took the time.  He taught thousands, but His most important miracles where always done for the one.  Even His great Atonement was performed for us each individually.  We should each reach out and strengthen the one, and take the time.  Then after they are strong, they can invite one, until all have been invited to come to the Lord.  I love it.

 

Not a whole lot has happened since last Wednesday.  We had a Sisters Meeting on Friday with all of the Sisters in the mission.  It is so weird because our mission is young for Sisters.  It is pretty appearent because there is only 1 companionship I think that isn't either training or follow up training.  Crazy.  We had a nice time at the meeting... one of the Elders that was going home with the last group, his mom is a singer/songwriter of Mormon stuff so she came and played us some songs and spoke to us.  It was nice.  I'm not sure who she is, I didn't really recognize any of her songs because I didn't follow Mor-Motown before my mission (haha, I just made that up...), but it was nice.  Her surname would be Hanks, because it was Elder Hanks mother.

 

Speaking of pop culture.  Since I've come on my mission I've realized it isn't that important or great.  I'm not saying I'm not going to follow it when I get home, because I'm sure I will still will, but I know that I am going to be a lot more picky about what I put into my brain- and speaking of brains, I don't think I'm going to watch 'Heroes' anymore.  I can't believe I was watching that.  It is so violent and not very moral either to be honest.  I've realized that Satan uses media to lull us into a fall sense of security.  Even if the media isn't super bad it dulls us and we aren't able to be as spiritually inclined.

 

'The Lord can't bless us with miracles if we are vegging on the couch watching The Office.' - Sister Hull.  I have that hanging up on my wall (along with a lot more profound quotes) to remind me that my mission is a hard thing, but I would MUCH rather prefer it because I am able to see miracles in my life everyday... and I didn't when I was watching tv all the time. 

 

I'M SO GRATEFUL FOR MY MISSION!  I wish I could say it million times!  It has blessed my life so much, not only because it has taught me so much, but it has called to my attention what you have been teaching me my whole life.

 

I love you.  I'm grateful for you.  I'm grateful I was born on a Thursday night in March of 1990 to goodly parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.  And I'm grateful that along the way the Lord has blessed me with siblings, cousins and friends to build me up and bless my life.  Life is for joy.  God is love.  I love Him more than words can express.

 

Loves,

 

Sister Hull

I love you

Dear Mom,

 

I opened the email from you with the pictures of you and Sister Low and I started CRYING!  Sister Low was at my house!  I can't believe it!  The only cognition's I have of S. Low is in England, and it is so crazy that she is now home and that she came and visited you.  I love it.  And I hate it a bit because it feels like everyone I love really is at home now.  I'm so glad she is coming back up to go to the Temple with you, and that she is going to read my blog from the time I'm with her... I can't remember what I said ;)  The Lord knew I needed her as a trainer, 100%.  I told President the other day that I have such a strong testimony of missionaries and their trainers, because no one trains right after they just finished training in the same area.  No one.  Not even Elders.  President just said, 'I know.'  Well, Sister Low did, and it was because I needed her.  And now you can probably tell why.  She's amazing, and she better not get married before I get home because I need to be there!

 

Here is another miracle.  Today is transfers, and Sister Beaty and I are still together.  Surprise Surprise.  Anyway Sister Do Cour and Mama Helen are going to transfers to say goodbye to Sister Suaybaguio.  I wanted to go so bad, but I felt compelled to go to the Temple, and we couldn't fit both in.  I was really sad, but really happy that I was getting to go to the Temple.  I wondered if I made the right choice, though, because I'm pretty sure that I will be able to go to the Temple before I see S. Suaybaguio again.  We get to the car park of the Temple today, and there is S. Suaybaguio, standing in the car park with the other sisters and Elders that are going home today.  I jumped out of the car (pretty much while it was still moving) and ran over to her.  I couldn't believe it.  I didn't think I would be able to say goodbye.  We were both nearly in tears because we were both so happy (and sad).  She is a great missionary. 

 

And that means I've said goodbye to all of my companions until I go home.  How weird is that?

 

By the way, President sent me an email from Sister Low saying that Spencer, who she and I taught together, is still going to our church in London, although he hasn't been baptised yet.  Amazing!  Seriously, when we taught him the Plan of Salvation I felt the Spirit so strong, it was amazing.  I realise now that the Spirit was so strong because he was tapping into the knowledge he already had about the Plan, and that was allowing the Spirit to flow freely.  What a miracle.  We needed him at that time- the Lord knows us so well.

 

This week has been a roller coaster.  I can't believe it.  The mission flies by.  Last week we had our Training Camp for the new missionaries and their trainers.  It was really great.  There are so many missionaries in this group!  And they aren't the new missionaries anymore.  Something President told me at the beginning of my mission that I told all the new missionaries (and some of them remembered) was, 'Sister Hull, you can't be a 17 month missionary after only 2 months!'  I believe I responded with, 'But I want to be!'  We can't be the best, but we have to be our best.  It is absolutely vital.

 

This was absolutely adorable.  The other day I approached an African woman, who was pregnant and had a two year old son.  She was trying to head home because she had just been to the doctor (her baby will be born next week) and she seemed really tired.  She was telling us she was heading home, and in reality, she had a lot more valid excuse than most people give us.  But her young son, who was holding her hand, grabbed my hand with his other hand, and I started walking home with them.  I was talking to his mom about the church, and her family, and he was just happily plodding along, holding on tightly to my hand.  She invited us to come back in a couple of weeks, after the baby was born and they are settled.  When we got to the door of his house, the little boy wouldn't let go of my hand.  He motioned for me to go inside, and started trying to drag me to come in.  I kept telling him, 'We'll come again when you have a new baby at your house... don't worry, we'll come again.'  He wasn't appeased.  Finally his mum told him, 'They will come back another day!'  He was still not happy, but he let go of my hand, and they went inside.  First of all, it was adorable because I love African children sooooo much.  They just melt my heart.  Second, he wanted to hold my hand so bad.  And third of all, I think he still knows how to listen to the Light of Christ, because he really wanted us to come into his home.  It was amazing.  We'll go back in a couple of weeks with some cookies or something. 

 

We thought everything would stay the same here in Swinton for next transfer, because both us and the Elders were training.  But Elder Hengst has been called as a Zone Leader and as such transferred.  So we will be getting Elder Ashcraft in Swinton as Elder Sutton's follow up trainer.  It is so crazy, because E. Ashcraft was my Zone Leader when I was in Stafford, and he always made reference to Sister Maughan and I about Utah State, because all three of us went there.  They released quite a few leaders to be regular senior companions, which I think is great, because it will train the next generation of missionaries to be leaders.  'Go Aggies.'

 

It sounds like Jordan is doing great.  He has already had his first baptism!  Oh my goodness!  I have to say, I expected it since he got his call- our missions are completely different!  I also can't believe he teaches 4-5 lessons a day.  We are lucky (like seriously, luckily blessed) to teach that many in a week.  But each to their own.  I have to admit, one of our shortcomings as missionaries in the EMM is that we can get prideful and pretentious.  I do, anyway.  Even though other missions are having loads of success and tons of numbers we are like, 'Well the first missionaries came here, and the apostles and President Hinckley, and blah blah blah.'  Okay, so yes they did.  But one of my companions said (I can't remember which one it was) that one of the assistants said something that was basically (not word perfect), 'Just because a missionary doesn't serve in the EMM doesn't mean they aren't urgent, or exactly obedient or that they aren't a great missionary.  The Lord needs ALL of His missionaries to be great, and in every mission in the world there are amazing missionaries.'  That is so true.  We are all on the same team, the Lord's team.  And any time any missionary succeeds anywhere in the world, whether it is a baptism, whether it is a lesson, whether it is an appointment set on the street, or a mormon.org card passed out, at that time EVERY missionary succeeds.  We are so blessed by the efforts of every other missionary.  None of us could do this work without the others.  I have met a few people from Brasil and every one of them has heard of the church.  Score one for the missionaries in Brasil- and thereby the missionaries in England, and Japan, and Russia, and Pocatello.  We each need to just go and do our job, and that will bless someones life, and that will bless a missionaries life.  I love it.

 

I've realized that the Plan of Salvation is a part of who we are.  The church isn't trying to take over our lives, the gospel is our lives.  It is ingrained in who we are, and it makes us each the person we are today- and the immortal we can become in the future.  The Plan isn't just a drawing of circles and lines on a page, it is multidimensional and all around us, and in us.  We are living the Plan of Salvation right now.  We are making the choices that will lead to the consequences in the furture.  And Jesus Christ is the one who enables the Plan.  If it wasn't for our Lord and Saviour the Plan would have ended when Eve took the bite of the fruit in the Garden of Eden.  But because of Jesus Christ we can overcome both Spiritual and Physical death.

 

I have realised recently that the thing that hurts the most is separation.  Of anything, or any state, the state of being separated from someone you love is the worst thing ever.  We realised that a lot as missionaries, because we have to say goodbye to everyone we ever knew, and then come and meet new people, only to say goodbye to them as well.  But not just that.  The separation of family at death, the separation from God because of sin.  I dare say the physical separation from God that comes at birth.  It all hurts.  A lot.  We don't like to be separated from those we love. Christ wept when he was separated from his friend Lazarus, and to feel the complete misery of the world he had to be separated from His Father. But that is why the Atonement is so amazing.  It overcomes both the physical and spiritual separation that we all had/have to go through.  Because of His Atonement the Plan of Salvation is possible and we will see those we love again.  I have no doubt that I will see Grandma Neeley again, that I will see best friend from kindergarten (whose name I don't even remember), I will see my YSA investigators from Stafford- even the foreign ones.  I know I can, and will because of this plan.  I know that I will see God again, and my one true desire is that when I do my Saviour will be at my side as my advocate.  I love Him.

 

I love you.  I know it is bad to ask for things for my birthday, but if I could ask for anything, I would ask that each of you (and I mean everyone who reads this blog- no matter how well I know you) send me your testimony, send me what you know about God, about Christ, about the restored gospel.  I would love to hear it so much.  You don't have to worry about writing a novel- just send me what you know.  Because I know that God loves you.

 

I love you.  I miss you.

 

Loves,

 

Sister Hull

 

 



The Swinton District.  Elders Hengst, Sutton, McFadgen, Palmer and Sisters Hull and Beaty.  We are wearing Manchester Red.

 



Yes, it is Good!

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!  Thank you mom :)  I'm so grateful that you went around to every single table and made Brendan take a picture with everyone.  I love it.  It means so so much to me.  I was going through the pictures saying how much I loved everyone in them.  I'm so grateful.  

 

I actually had a funny experience about Brendan's homecoming yesterday as well.  It was like as close as I could be to being at the homecoming at the time.

 

There is one American in the ward, her name is Sister Windsor (I know, her name sounds very English, but, hey, so does mine).  Missionaries don't know her super well because her husband is a non member and a bit anti.  But we decided to call by last week and talk to her.  I asked where in America she was from.  'Iowa.'  'Really, no way... I have a friend serving in Cedar Rapids!'  'That is exactly where I'm from... tell him not to eat at the Village Inn.'  Anyway, that was about the extent of the conversation, except I told her his name was Elder Cannon.  Anyway, yesterday she came up to me in church and told me that she had asked her friend about Elder Cannon, and that her friend had went and talked to Brendan last week at church.  I obviously wasn't there for the conversation, but this is what Sister Windsor made it sound like.  Her friend, 'My friend in England has a sister missionary in her ward that knows you...'  [Blank stare] 'You know, England, the Queen, Big Ben...?'  Then Brendan realized it was me and got excited.  Anyway, the conversation in Iowa according to Sister Windsor went on from there, but I couldn't believe it.  God works in such a mysterious way.  Why would the only American have a friend in the exact same ward as Brendan, and the day I found out about it be the day he gave his homecoming address?  I can't believe it.  I love it.  I love the Lord.

 

By they way, I'm sad Katie wasn't at the Homecoming, I'm glad she is doing well.  And Chelsey and Andrea looked really pretty, I said that about both of them when I saw the picture.  And Josh still looks just like his sister.

 

I CAN'T BELIEVE that Jake and Emily are getting married!!!! :)  I'm so extremely excited about that, I can't wait.  Actually I can, because I'll be here anyway, but I'm so excited.  I really wanted them to get married so then I could still be friends with Jake as a married person.  They need to send me an invite, please everyone who sees them tell them that they need to send me an invite.  Jake and Emily as married people, I love it.

 

I'm glad to hear that Sister Low is coming up on Saturday!  She's amazing, you are going to love her.  She is pretty much like me, except different.  We are quite similar, though, at least I think so.  Does she know about my blog?  You should tell her :)  Also, I'm glad you rang Sister Maughan, I'm so sad I didn't get to say goodbye to her.

 

Miracles have been happening this week here in Swinton.  The Lord blesses me with so many miracles.  Sometimes I get discouraged and down, but I really know that the Lord is blessing me.

 

Prisdy's baptism was on Friday.  It was so amazing.  We got there and the font wouldn't fill.  So Mama Helen stood in the kitchen filling up pans and kettles and jugs of water while Sister Beaty and I ran back and forth dumping it in the font.  Lesra baptised Prisdy and he was so nervous.  He is amazing, I love Lesra.  I'm pretty sure that Lesra is what dad would be like if he was Jamaican and a nonmember for most of his life.  So really Lesra and dad aren't really alike, but I think they could be if their circumstances were similar.  Also, Prisca made it into a birthday party with all of Prisdy's school friends.  They were running around and all their nonmember white parents were a bit upset that they hadn't been informed that it was a baptism, because they just thought it was a party.  I tried giving a few of them our details, they weren't too interested :)  After the baptism and confirmation Prisca and Patricia had prepared a giant African feast, it was amazing. There was jello-fry (African rice, it doesn't have jello in it, but it also isn't spicy, so it was nice) and some kind of skewered meat (Prisca told me it was beef... I thought it was goat.)  All the ward was just hanging out and eating, and the kids were running around crazy, and I loved it.  I love that family- they are amazing.

 

We have one super solid investigator.  His name is Martin Gbamy and he is the 9 year old sons of members.  He is so excited about his baptism on 31 March- he can't wait!  I wish all investigators were so excited and knew so much :)  He is great.  His parents are from Guinea, which is right by the Ivory Coast, Ghana, and Sierra Lionne... West Africa.  I'm learning my African geography :)  I've always loved Africa so much, and I'm blessed to have so many African friends.  The Lord know us so well.

 

Another miracle.  A little over a week ago Sister Beaty and I taught a YSA from Bulgaria named Nick.  He was sincere and interested and after we taught him I told her, 'I really think he is going to get baptised.'  The YSA ward Elders taught him this week, and since they are also the assistants they could follow up with us on him.  Elder Boswell called and said that Nick is so solid.... kingdom builder solid :)  He accepted a baptismal date of 14 April and probably attended church yesterday.  He told the Elders that what the sisters said was right, he read, prayed and received an answer that the church was true.  Miracles.  Hopefully we'll be able to attend his baptism :)

 

Also.  Last night during our weekly call in I was telling Elder Hengst how frustrating numbers are, blah blah blah... which I have done to every district leader pretty much since I was brave enough to talk to them.  Anyway, he told us that he set an appointment with someone at church yesterday that Sister Beaty and I had invited to church... but we didn't recognise him because we pretty much invite everyone to church.  But he had a pass along card with our names and number.  Wow.  Planting seeds.  The Elders took our potential investigator (which is okay, because if I remember right he recently got out of prison...) but we still planted the seed.  In Stafford I thought planting seeds was a stupid way of saying you are doing something when you are not.  But that isn't true.  Seeds are planted and they are important, and I'm grateful that I'm able to see results of that here in Swinton.  Miracles.

 

 

I LOVE MY MISSION!!!!  I'm so eternally grateful that the Lord trusted me enough to send me here.  It means the world to me that He wanted to take the time to refine me.  I love Him.  The Lord is the most important person in my life.  I'm ashamed to say that I couldn't have said that before my mission.  It is embarrassing.  But I'm so grateful that I have been able to learn how to put Him first and that everything else will fall into place.  I LOVE THE LORD.  I can't say it enough.

 

Thank you.  I love you.  I know God is blessing our family, and I know that He will continue to do so.

 

Loves,

 

Sister Hull

 



A cute coloUrful Dalek




Prisdy's Baptism



 

Sister Dean Conversation

Hi Mom!

 

That is so fun that you talked to Sister Dean.  I love their family so much.  Their home was a bit of a refuge for me when I first got on the mission.  I knew I would be safe there, and that I would feel the Spirit there.  I hope you can meet them someday.  We'll have to come back in a couple years.  Someone pointed out that I need to come back for Prisca's son, Ryan's, baptism.  He is five right now.  That could perhaps be perfect :)

 

I'm okay, mom.  I'm dealing with some emotional things, but what's new.  I deal with them even when there is nothing going on in my life.  Add to it a billion stressors on the mission... Yeah.  It's cool.

 

Jenny is going to SLC!!!!  I can't believe it.  Jenny and I have already been to her mission together- twice!  haha.  I'm going to move down there so I can feed her and go teaching with her.  She  can have a member present at every lesson... a member that doesn't speak spanish.  Actually I probably won't go down there, but I'm very excited.  I'm also excited to hear that Katie has opened her papers... super excited.  She says she wants to come to the EMM so we can be companions... that would be great, except we would just sit around eating custard.  Maybe she'll get called to Leeds and then I can convince President to let me go to the MTC to see her.  That would be great.  And Brendan comes home this week, which I cannot believe.  What is my life?  Two years.  Wow.

 

We had a funny experience this week.  We had a man who told us that he doesn't believe in God because of all the scientific proof.  That is not too shocking, everyone says that.  But then he went on to say that the star over the stable  was probably a UFO, and the way Mary had a child without a man is because she was abducted... and then you can imagine what happened next.  What?  So crazy.  He said that there was an important programme about it on at midnight so we should watch it.  Even if we had tele I wouldn't have watched that.  I almost started laughing at him during the middle of the conversation, it was so funny.

 

We have been planning Prisdy's baptism.  She turns 8 on Friday and will be baptised that day.  Even though Prisca has only been a member for a little over a month, it will be a child of record baptism, which is such a blessing to Prisdy.  I'm so excited.  I'm so grateful that I was a COR baptism :)  And that my children will be.  Super great.

 

Sister Beaty is getting in the groove of things.  It is so hard to be a trainer, not because there is anything wrong with S. Beaty, but because I'm prideful and an attention seeker, and so I tend to take the limelight and not let her talk.  But I'm really improving and making sure that she has opportunities to speak... whether she wants them or not :)

 

Well, not much time.  The MANCHESTER UNITED Zone was a zone activity today, so we need to head off soon.

 

I love you so much.  I'm okay.  Please keep praying for me, though.

 

Christ Lives.

 

Loves,  Sister Hull

PS  With special dates coming up... ;)... I just wanted to remind everyone to send packages to the Mission Office.  Also, if the return address is crossed out on the back of one of my letters to anyone, it's okay, that is still my addy.  The postmen here sometimes get it mixed up, and I have had 2 letters delivered to me!  Not only is that not cool because everyone at home won't get their letters, but it is a total letdown to get a letter from myself :)  LOVES!

I am grateful for you.

Dear Everyone :)

Sorry, short letter today, most likely.  We aren't able to email from our normal library, and this one doesn't allow for as much time, you know?  You proably don't know :)

I haven't heard about Jenny's call yet :P  I'm just going to assume that she is coming here, and I'm going to train her. Kay cool.  I did love Sister Douglass's first email, I'm glad she is enjoying the MTC, because it is good.  Actually it is like the weirdest paradox, because it totally rocks and at the same time is the worst place on earth.  I cried a lot in the MTC.  Missions get better when you are in the field.

I LOVED LOVED LOVED LOVED <3 the picture of Jordan and his companion.  Sister Beaty said, 'It looks like his companion is 10 year old!'  Soooo funny :)  I also loved his tie and bag quite a lot.  I wish there were more culturally diverse things to buy here in England.  It seems like America is taking over here so they mostly have a bunch of the same stuff.  The food is good, though.  I didn't know exactly when Jordan was going into the field, but I'm excited to hear that it will be this week.  He'll love it, I know that he will.  His trainer will be fantastic, they'll be best friends.  At least I hope so.  He will really enjoy it :)

I want a bunch of South American merch.

Did Katie Spackman get married to Cade?  I forget his last name, but I know that she was waiting for a Cade...

The work is amazingly hard.  It is always a lot of pressure, but it brings forth the blessings of Heaven.  Sister Beaty reminded me that Elder Ballard said to the new missionaries, 'Welcome to the work of Angels.'  Wow.

President recently said, 'You are in the right time and the right place to change your life... and the lives of others.' 

The gospel is real.  It is the saving work for both the living and the dead.  Luckily right now, I get to work with the living.  There are about 5 million people in the Greater Manchester area, and we just need to find them.  But the Lord and His angels are preparing them right now.  Hopefully we street contact one of them tonight :)

I love you more than words can tell.  Not just an expression.

Loves,

Sister Hull

PS I love hearing about all the callings in the family.  I love to hear what you are all doing at church... and everything else, but I can just relate a lot more to church right now :)

Another Week. Wow.

Hello!

 

Oh my goodness!  I'm SO excited that you got to talk to Sister Low.  Sister Low is one of my very best friends in life, and I miss her so much.  There was actually an experience that happened last week and I was like, 'I just need to talk to Sister Low!'  That is so exciting that she called you... I'm glad she was complimentary, because I was hard to train, I think :)  You'll have to take some pictures when she comes up and send them to me.  That will be so weird.  I can't believe she is in Utah.  It still gets to me sometimes.  Missions are the weirdest things.

 

I'm also super glad that Jenny got her call!  Although I'm sad that you didn't tell me :(  I can't wait to hear, she better have already written me!

 

I heard last week that Whitney Houston died.  I would like to say 'I can't believe it!' but I can.  Poor thing, she didn't know which way was up at the end there.  I think I own more of her albums than any other artist, if I'm honest.  I wish I could have watched her funeral (I would have watched the whole thing, and you know it, I remember crying at MJs) but I wish more that she is being taught by missionaries on the other side.  I'm sure they have already taught her the Restoration and have made a follow up appointment :)

 

Your primary children sound adorable.  I love them.

 

Dustin and Lesli are having another baby!  I'm so excited.  Imma going to want to hold that baby when I get home.  After holding no babies or cute little children like Lewis, I'm going to want to hold that 4 month old baby really tight.  I'm excited :)  I hope it is a boy, but I will love either one sooooo much.  Tell them congradulations from me!

 

We had an amazing Zone Conference this week!  Oh my goodness, it was so good!  I love Zone Conferences so much, they teach me so much.  I love sitting at the feet of President and listening to him speak.  I feel like I'm his favourite missionary, but I have a feeling that most missionaries in the EMM feel that way :)  I love how some people can do that.  I can't yet.  We had a training by the Assistants from the scripture in Jerimiah which talks about hunter and fishers, and it was so good.  It really changed my urgency level the next day.  I was running around like a crazy person talking to everyone and their dog (sometimes English people listen better if you talk to their dogs first).  It was so good.  I love being urgent, the work just goes by so much faster.  Amazing.

 

On the investigator front we are kind of lacking.  I'm not sure why, but it is hard because I want to Sister Beaty to see miracles!  Perhaps, like myself, the Lord wants her to appreciate the little miracles before seeing the big ones, you know?  After being in Stafford, Finding Central, everything looked like a miracle to me here in Swinton!  Each area has its issues, but there are miracles to be had in each one.  And by the way, I love Stafford!  Not many new missionaries like their first area, but I sure do.  The members there are some of my greatest examples on the mission.

 

We had tea with a family named the Winters.  They are amazing.  Such a good example.  Sister Winters served her mission in Texas and Brother Winters in Leeds.  They both have so many stories and things and said they talk about their missions all the time.  I love it.  I want my husband and I to be like it when we grow up (okay, they are like maybe 30, not that old, but still).  The members in Swinton are amazing.  We have 5 tea appointments this week.  I'm going to get fat.  It's so weird, because before my mission I ate at resturaunts so much (by choice, I admit that- you did cook, mom) so I've had a lot more home cooked meals since I've come here.  I miss Costa Vida a bit, but roasted dinners are nice.  Roasted parsnips are very nice.  Mama Helen told me on a p-day she would teach us to make roasted potatos and parsnips so I can make them for you someday!  Yeah-a.

 

By the way, everyone needs to go and make a profile on mormon.org.  Go do it.  Right now.

 

I love my mission.  I love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, and that is why I love my mission.  They are amazing.  Life is good when we follow them.  Ah!  I love my mission!  I know that the church is true!

 

I love you all. 

 

Sister Jasmine Hull

PS  If you want to know what missions are actually like, you need to read Elder Sam Bennion's letters.  He is so descriptive.  I think I could describe like that in person, but on a computer it is hard for me.  Love it.  I miss all of them, by the way.  Yup.  JH.

Great Pictures

The Elders (Palmer and Elison) and Sister Suaybaguio at Mama Helen's with Sister DuCour and Aaron.  They were saying goodbye, because they were all transferred out



Sister Beaty, myself, Sister Low, Sister Rothmund and Sister Mauch.  This is Sister Low's mission 'posterity.'