Monday, December 29, 2014

Little Sparks of Light: That's what Christmas is all about

Merry Christmas Everybody!!!

I can't believe it was just Christmas, but let me tell ya, this Christmas was so much better than last Christmas, that's for sure. Last year I had just entered the mission field, and was not used to mission life. It was nice this year to feel more comfortable and just focus on Christ. It is so liberating to not worry about what you are recieving and to just GIVE. Maybe that is what makes a mission so great. Usually disappointment, anger, stress, and so on, come when we are only thinking of ourselves. Thinking about yourself is exhausting . . . I hope to live more Christmas's like this one.

Christmas Adam (aka Christmas EVE eve) was not too eventful because everyone was so busy that we couldn't catch anyone at home. But we did get to eat dinner with the Senior Sisters, which really cheered me up. And then we went and said hi to our investigator. She is from Sudan, and has nine kids. And gosh, she teaches me humility and happiness every time I walk in her door. She throws out her arms, and with a big smile yells, "SISTERS!!!" She told us stories about these people she came in contact with at work who were so stressed for Christmas that they were just ready for it to be over. She said, "What is there to stress about? It is Jesus' birthday! It's not about what you are getting for your family. Did the wise man ask Jesus what he wanted when he was born, or did they give him the best that they had?" 

That HIT my heart so deeply. "THEY GAVE HIM THE BEST THAT THEY HAD." Ah, I had never thought of the Christmas story like that before. What a sign of humility it must have been for these wise men to kneel down before the newly born Savior and give the best that they had. That really is all that Christ asks from us. To come unto him, with a humble heart, and with the best we can give, no matter how small it may be. This is what Christmas is all about.

Christmas Eve I got to go out to lunch with a member from one of my last areas. Ah, what a show of kindness. It is so fun to see how even members grow, and the light that is in them. Ah, and the desire to do good that some people have just brightens the world! There are little sparks of light and hope everywhere, sometimes it just is hard to see them. It really touched me to realize the family that I am apart of here in Tennessee. This is what Christmas is all about.


I got to watch Mr. Krugers Christmas. All the missionaries laugh at the cheesiness and stuff, but it is so CLASSIC!!!! Mr. Kruger is one of my heroes. I love his personality and his simple kindness to everyone! There is a part in the movie where he is imagining being at Christ's birth and he talks to Jesus and tells him what is in his heart. He says, "You are my closest, finest friend, and because of that, I can hold my head high wherever I go." Another peg to the heart. I so long to have Christ be my finest friend and to walk around with complete trust that it will all be okay. To hold my head high wherever I go. Ah, I have learned so much about that by having my name tag on my shirt at all times. People look at you so funny, and this week, I have just smiled, and thought of Mr. Kruger. This is what Christmas is all about.

Somehow Christmas day snuck in, and it ARRIVED!! We got to sleep in til 8, and I thought I was in heaven. And the phone rang and it was my investigator. So the story goes, that some anonymous donor found out about her and her family and donated so many fun things to their children for Christmas. The person isn't even a member of our church, but through others, got in contact with us, and we got to "play Santa" and deliver the gifts. Ah, the presents filled up our entire car, and carrying them into the home, the kids faces were priceless. We gathered them around and read a Christmas story, then they went all crazy and OPENED THE PRESENTS. I felt so much like my mom, taking pictures and video recording thier reactions. They were so grateful, screaming THANK YOU, and even crying by how much was given to them. I am not going to lie, I was crying too. Ah, the PURE JOY and GRATITUDE. I was humbled, I wish I had been more like that. This is what Christmas is all about.

Oh my, then I got to talk to my crazy awesome family. I could brag on my family all day. To talk to my brother in Chile was just the biggest joy. I am so PROUD. He is killing it, and has grown so much. We kept screaming, "The whole family is back together again." Oh my, and to see Garrett and Wyatt all grown up!! What!?

The cherry on top of Christmas was Christmas dinner. I have named it the SINGLE LADIES dinner. So, my companion and I bought a roast, potatoes, carrots, salad, the works, and took it to a single woman's house, and invited two other ladies that would have been by themselves. We treated them to a Christmas dinner. Oh my gosh, it was so fun. I couldn't stop smiling and thinking, WOW, THIS IS WHAT CHRISTMAS IS ALL ABOUT!! We just laughed. An 82 year old lady, that melts my heart, taught us the jitterbug to Manheimer Steamroller (she even did the splits!!) , and somehow we ended up dancing in the living room. Pure joy was exuding out of the walls!! And then my comp, showed us her hip hop skills. No one was in a rush. No contention. No one was left out. This is my kind of simple, but great Christmas. I hope I never forget this once in a lifetime moment.

Sister Crawford

Sarah Obyrant, Susan Ross

And the week didn't stop bringing blessings. One of the kids I taught back in the Clarksville YSA got baptized. I was shocked by how much he had changed. I got to go back and see all of the wonderful people. Ah, MIRACLE!! Four of my companions were together, which tells you I have had too many comps, and too many areas. But nonetheless, it was so good to talk about old times, and see some of my old investigators, and talk to them again about baptism.

Aaron Abelgas and the Clarksville YSA

And the best Christmas Present came Saturday when I found out that I am NOT being Transferred!!!!! Nope, I get to stay in Franklin. Oh the relief, I don't even know what it feels like to stay in an area. Hallelejuh!!! And I am getting a new companion who is AWESOME!! She is so positive, hard working, and she even played high school basketball. Her name is Sister Lamborn. So, onto a new transfer, filled with more learning and more to overcome, but more joy to be had. 
Hope ya'll had a merry Christmas, and if not . . . hey, there's always next year :) 


Sister Frampton

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Is the Holy Ghost busy or something?

I don't really know how this email is going to turn out, but I am just going to go for it. 

Have any of you ever felt refining fiery? Do you know what I am talking about? When life just seems to rain down upon your back all at once, and you are just looking up to the sky, like, "What the heck? What is this storm all about?" Ah, and the more you try to do good, the more it feels like someone is pushing you back under, pushing you back down. Well, the struggle is real, and if you understand that, join my team. 

Most people call times of trial, a "REFINING FIRE" making it sound like an event. But since I have been in this event for a while now, I just decided to make it an emotion. This week I have been feeling refining-fiery. And it's because at the beginning of this week, I found out that my sweet, oh my very dear sweet Grandpa Frampton passed away. And it was such a truck load of emotions that I had never experienced before. My head knows that my grandpa is much happier now, and that his spirit is safe, and back home with our Heavenly Father, but my heart couldn't take the fact that he is actually gone.

Because of other mission circumstances, and a trying companion, I felt ALONE. Completely alone, and I know this is deep stuff, but I share this with you so that you don't ever feel alone in your aloneness. 

After I heard the news, I sat there, cried some, prayed more, and got up and did some missionary work. Getting up was so hard. I wanted to sit and sulk. I wanted someone to talk to. I wanted...I wanted...I wanted. Later that night I prayed and shouted my desires to my Heavenly Father, thinking He might hear me better that way. I laid there holding on to the scriptures, like it was a teddy bear. Knowing it was the only comfort I had. 

Throughout the week I even felt angry that my relief wasn't immediate. That my will and my wants weren't completely taken care of instantly. But I had to humble myself and realize that sometimes all we have to turn to is Him, and maybe that is the lesson. 

I read a scripture this morning, that really hit me. It is in Mosiah 24:21 and the last sentence stood out to be. "NONE could deliver them except it were the Lord their God." It hit me that nothing was going to satisfy or heal my heart except the comfort of the Lord. Truly, he is the only one that can deliver me out of this trial. It really touched my heart like a little message from the Lord, nudging me quietly to know that He is nearby, waiting patiently for me to realize it.

Every day there was a little tender mercy. The things that happened were all that I could handle. Exactly what I needed to survive. Just barely. Just barely. The best advice I got was from a sweet senior sister who told me to cry it all out in the shower. Right ON!! 

The day after my grandpa passed, I got Grandma and Grandpa's Christmas card. I've looked at it every day. And I was reading through an old journal, and I found the poem "Footsteps in the Sand" that Grandma Frampton sent to me a few months back. Here is what it says:

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed He was walking along the beach with the LORD. Across the sky flashed scenes from His life. For each scene He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One belonging to Him and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of His life flashed before Him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of His life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of His life.

This really bothered Him and He questioned the LORD about it. LORD you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.

The LORD replied, my precious, precious child, I Love you and I would never leave you! During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
I have let frustration get the best of me, and it has caused me to feel more frustrated. This has kept me from feeling a POWERFUL spiritual relief. It has caused my faith to be tested, wondering "Where is my relief? Is the Holy Ghost busy or something?" But as I read this, I understood. The only reason I am able to continue on, and put in an even okay missionary effort, is because the Lord has been carrying me the whole way. He is lending me with some of his strength, and oh, am I ever grateful. 
That's my promise to all of you reading this. You never are truly alone. Never EVER stop turning to the Lord. He comes silently, and after the trail of our faith sometimes. And sometimes He is carrying us. He is always there. I know that to be true. And I am so grateful that my Grandpa is happy and finally at peace. 
Oh, this life is great isn't? A little too refining fiery at the moment, but hey, I trust the Lord will help me get through it. 
Sister Frampton

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Refining Fire

What a week, my gosh.

So many emotions are rushing through my mind right now, and so many frustrations, and so many tender mercies. Ah, at the beginning of this week I found out that my grandpa fell and broke his hip, which meant that he wouldn't live on his earth much longer. And it brought my faith and what I know to be true close to my heart. I felt the Spirit so close comforting me and letting me know that it would all be okay. But I still felt the sadness of losing one of my favorite people.

Ah, I was so grateful because the mission president and I had a meeting the next day, and he was able to give me a blessing afterwards. And oh, how much better I felt. It was like a spiritual relaxant, where my whole body loosened up and I knew he would be okay. We are so blessed the have the authority from God to help and comfort us when we need it.

I was studying in the Book of Mormon today and these passages made me think of grandpa. It says, " 39 And it came to pass that there were many who died, firmly believing that their souls were redeemed by the Lord Jesus Christ; thus they went out of the world rejoicing. 41 But there were many who died with old age; and those who died in the faith of Christ are happy in him, as we must needs suppose." Alma 46:39-41

I'm grateful for the plan of salvation. And I'm grateful for the opportunity to be a missionary.


Sister Frampton 

Happy photos, to temper a not-so-happy letter:

Sister Ali Torres

Sister Ali Torres, Sister Elizabeth Brown, and Sister Tara Carpenter

Monday, December 8, 2014

Grandpa's Girl

Hey family, 

I am just going to make this sweet and simple this week. We have been doing service most of the day. So much to do and to think about. 

Gosh, so much has been going on this week with the family. I can't even believe it. I'm really worried about Grandpa, I just love him a whole lot. He has got to be just one of the best guys I know. I am so grateful that I have gotten to see him and spend so much time with him. I have been thinking about all the many memories we got to have together. So, I guess I feel like I am just going to write this letter to Grandpa. 

Grandpa, I hope you know what an impact you made on my life. I can remember you teaching me how to play tennis and holding my hand. I can remember walking around Hawaii with you. Going swimming. Watching game shows with you in our living room. I always loved when you came to stay in Hawaii for a month at a time. That was the best and you stayed in my room!!! Hawaii memories. Those were the best times. 

And then we moved to Utah and we got to see you even more. Remember all the times we would go to St. George or Wildwood. You were always there. And you taught me so much about being sincere, real and to love your family. And you were so funny. I always laughed at your jokes and always knew that I had the coolest grandpa around. You are the only grandpa I've ever had and the best one. Thanks for spending so much time with me. All of my family memories you were there. Island Park. Thanksgiving. And Christmas. Remember when you taught me to swing my arms around at the same time, in different directions. That's still one of the coolest talents I have. 

You came to every tennis match you could. And we always sat together at basketball games and cheered on the boys. Thanks for always showing me a great example of how to love and spend time with my family. 

Grandpa, I will never forget you taking my hand and telling me that you loved me and were so proud of me. Ah, that meant the world. I loved walking with you and driving with you. Such a GREAT man. An honest man. An honorable priesthood holder. 

I remember you sitting on the couch with me the night that I got set apart for my mission. You told my very favorite story. Remember when you felt the Holy Ghost tell you to go to the pool, and you went. Didn't see anything. You felt it strong and so you went back. And found a boy drowning in the pool. Thanks for listening to the promptings of the Holy Ghost. The Lord trusted you that day to do His work. What a mighty example! Ah, I'll never forget you telling me that story. 

I hope that you know, that I love you so much. You were at my baptism. Gosh, I'm so lucky that you have been such a part of my life. More and more memories just keep coming back. Remember when you guys could drive me back to college on the weekends, after being with my mom and dad. You both gave me such great advice, and told me that I need to marry someone that I work well with. It is all about team work. 

Grandpa, thank you for the testimony you fought so hard for. Thank you for the testimony you have of the Savior, Jesus Christ. It has changed my whole life. If you wouldnt have stayed strong, maybe my family would have never lived the gospel, and maybe I never would have gotten to be on my mission. Your example has truly changed my life. Ah, I wish I could be there with you right now, but my prayers are with you. And I know the Lord has a plan in all things. He is taking care of you.

Can I share my favorite scripture with you?  My favorite scripture is Helaman 5:47. It says, "Peace, peace be unto you, because of your faith in my Well Beloved, who was from the foundation of the world."  

When I was 12 or 13 years old, I really was stressed and had lots of anxiety. So, I was praying and really needed help and I opened the scriptures to a random page, and this is the scripture I read. The Spirit hit me so hard, and I knew that Heavenly Father answered my prayer. I'll never forget that. And I want you to have peace right now. The Lord loves you and He is there for you always. 

Have peace with the wonderful life you have lived, and the way you have touched others. 

I love you Grandpa. You mean the world to me. You have made a HUGE impact in my life!!



Sister Frampton

Monday, December 1, 2014

Badger Country Girl

Alright, alright!! How are ya'll? 

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!! Are you ready for my Franklin adventures this week? 

You think after a year in the mission field I would have learned everything, right? Anyone with me? But the only thing I've learned is how to make humble pie. ha ha The Lord is really pushing me to GROW, I can feel it. And part of me is saying, "YES, Let's do this!!" But the other half is screaming, "AH, no, this hurts. I'm good where I'm at!" Do you guys ever feel that way? I swear the emotions missionaries go through in a week, are the same as normal people go through in a year. Remember my mission bipolar days? They're back!

The week started off great, we are doing a lot of contacting people and seeing if they are interested in the gospel. And I don't know what comes over me, but I get so determined to kill people with kindness and joy. Well this week when a lady turned us down, I just smiled real big, and said, much louder than I had planned to, "HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!" My companion laughed and laughed, and said, "Well, I don't think she will ever forget us!" Ha ha

 Good times. 

Then on Tuesday I went on an exchange back to Thompson Station with a new missionary. It was the biggest DEJA VU day, I'm telling ya. I was driving the car, and I remembered how to get everywhere, and we went and contacted people that I used to teach when I was there. It was so wild. I set up an appointment with this kid named Max, who I taught right before I left. He hadn't been taught since I left, but he goes to seminary every morning. Ah, we had the best lesson with him, and really helped him see the importance of prayer, and taking the steps to find out if this really is the Church of Jesus Christ on the earth today. It was so neat to feel the Spirit and see him really understand it all. Gosh, tender mercy, that's for sure. 

I got to eat dinner with one of my favorite families that used to have me over on Monday nights. This new missionary taught me so much more. And for the last fifteen minutes of the night we got to stop by a members house, who was having Pie Night, and see all of my Thompson Station Family. 

Thanksgiving was a pretty good day. We sang some thanksgiving songs, and such. The only weird part was the family I ate with I had never met before. But on the bright side, two of Thomas Monson's grandsons ate with us, so that was cool. It was fun to share the Spirit of Thanksgiving with others though. You can't beat that. 

Another cool thing is that when members and missionaries come together MIRACLES HAPPEN. It is just a fact. We set goals every week to have members come out and teach with us, and I think the highest I have ever gotten was like 10. Somehow the members came together this week and helped us out a lot. We got 20!!!! It was a MIRACLE!!! It was the Lord answering our prayers. Wow, I LOVE THAT!! Our stake beat the previous record for the whole year. Tender Mercy. Can I just tell you that when you do your best, the Lord makes up the rest. I don't know how it happens....but it does!

And for the best part of my week: I got permission to go through the temple with one of the Laurels from my first area on my mission. She was going through for the first time to prepare to go on her mission. I have been writing her letters back and forth all year, and it was the neatest thing to see her in real life again IN THE TEMPLE! 

Holly Denton

She looked so beautiful. Ahh, it was such a spiritual experience. And to see my first bishop, and all the old members. As I was sitting in the temple pondering my life, all the sudden I realized that a year ago from Saturday I went through the temple for the first time. WHAT?? God has such a detailed plan. I knew he was so aware of me and my weaknesses, and golly, I can't believe how much has changed in the last year. 

Last night we taught this Indian guy that has been taking the discussions for over a year. When we got there, he gave us a spirit animal that describes our inner self. I died. My name is "Wina Madanask" or young female BADGER! 

Badger? Who knew! not I. He told me it is because I am steadfast in my ways, very to the point, and hard headed. Mom, I thought you would like that! I guess it was because I was pretty straight up in asking him what he believed. Oh, gosh, what can you do? I was laughing. 

He also said that he can see me with no shoes, planting a garden and riding a tractor. HAHAHAHA. It made my whole day. Badger Country Girl is my life. 

Gosh, what a week. So much happened. It flew by and seems like months all at one time. I love the gospel. I am so grateful for prayer and its sustaining power in my life. I am so grateful for my family. I am so grateful for the fun people to teach and the Spirit that I get to feel so often. Gosh, I love you all so much. Thanks for reading about my crazy adventures of life. 


Sister Frampton

My favorite, TIM

Monday, November 24, 2014

Sister Peter Frampton

Hey hey hey!!!

Well, this is my first email from Franklin, TN. Can you believe it? Area number 6 folks. Now, ya'll need to pray for me to stay for longer than 6 weeks, because I might not make it one more change. :) It's been a really neat week because I feel like the Lord has been helping me along, and showing me all of the blessings that have come to the areas where I have been. This whole week I have been overcome with humility and gratitude for all of the people I have gotten to meet and to serve with. It's like the Lord has said, "I know I have been moving you around quite a lot, but I want you to know, each place had its reason." 

I wish I could explain or tell you all of the little things that have been happening. I swear this week I have heard so many people call me FrampChamp. That is what most missionaries that know me call me. And I received a thank you note from a cute sister that I have only met once, who just wanted to say thanks for making her feel welcome on her first day in the mission field. Since I go to every transfer meeting . . . haha . . . I have taken on the role of the welcome committee. It meant the world and back to know that someone needed a welcome. But transfers this week was great. I am actually serving in the main building where we meet for transfers, right next to the temple. I see it everyday now . . . so trippy. My new companion's name is Sister Carpenter and she reminds me of a mixture between Shelby and Jennifer Frampton . . . it trips me out. Seriously, they look and act the same. 

We have named this transfer, "Tis the Season of Miracles!" I am pumped about that. 

I won't lie, it has been a hard week in that it's a new area with no investigators, because they baptized them all before I got here. And just a bunch of other things. But the Lord has just kept blessing me. I have so much faith that the Lord is helping me grow. He's comforting me through the whole process. I have so much more responsibility now being in charge of so many sisters, and being the example area for the sisters, and although it makes me nervous, the Lord has got my back. And thank goodness, because I could not do it by myself. Thank the heavens. 

The BIGGEST tender mercy of the week was when I got a message from my friend Adnan, who I taught in Smyrna a couple of transfers back, telling me that he was getting baptized this Saturday. I was so excited! Ah, and since I am only 40 minutes from Smyrna now, I got permission to go to his baptism. I was so stoked to see my old companion, who is still there, and to see Adnan and his wife. And then they asked me to speak at the baptism. I was once again so humbled. Gosh, can I just explain how AMAZING a mission is. It's like you serve somewhere thinking you have done nothing, and a couple of months later, you hear about miracles that all came from your small efforts. The Lord is so merciful it's crazy. So, on Saturday, a member came and picked me up to take me to the baptism. To see them again, it was so wild. And I had been so busy and all, that I hadn't even had close to the amount of time I had wanted to prepare for the talk, so I pretty much prayed for the Spirit to help me survive. It all worked out. But Adnan was just SHINING! He has such a sincere heart to do good, and was so humble as he went to be baptized. His family doesn't approve at all, and in fact, they may never speak to him again. The fact that he made the decision to follow Christ astounds me. I am so grateful to have witnessed such bravery and courage to follow Jesus Christ. 

(MOM NOTE: I love how it looks like Jesus is standing with his arms around the group.)

Valerie and Adnan Mechovic

JUST A GOOD DAY!! I am not describing it as well as I would like, but good day. A good day!!!

So, what I didn't realize about Franklin is, I know most everybody already. I met them when I used to come on exchanges here, and so everybody we see, I'm like, "I know them..." So, that was crazy. And then at church on Sunday, one of my favorite members from Thompson Station has a stake calling, and was there to give a talk. He has had a big influence on me in my mission, and I used to have FHE with his family every Monday night. 

Before sacrament, they asked me to give the closing prayer, so I said yes, and then here comes the best thing that has ever happened to me in church. A counselor in the bishopric gets up and says, "And we will have Sister Peter Frampton say the closing prayer." It was totally on accident, he didn't even realize it. I was laughing SOOOO hard. My companion was laughing. My friend from Thompson Station was dying. The Bishop was laughing. I He sat back down and had to ask what was going on. Oh my, the whole rest of the day every one came up to me and asked me if Peter was my real name. It was a great conversation piece at least, so I met a lot of new people. Who knew that Peter Frampton would bless my mission SO MUCH!! 

Well, my week was full of ups and downs and sideways and craziness and greatness. I still have so much to learn, and I can feel that I am here to learn it . . . anxiety is my life. :) But gosh, thank the heavens, we have the gospel in our lives. I am so grateful for my FAMILY . . . so beyond grateful. 

I am so grateful the Lord called me to Nashville. I am so grateful for the people that have stolen my heart, and taught me so much. I am grateful for the restoration of this gospel. I am grateful for jokes. And smiles. And those JOYFUL moments you never want to forget. I am grateful for all my friends . . . thank you for supporting me and writing me letters. I am grateful the knowledge that Heavenly Father LOVES me more than I could ever know, and that Jesus Christ died so that I could make it back home one day. 


Sister Frampton

Monday, November 17, 2014

Goodbye Jamestown, Hello Franklin

Alrighty, I hope all y'alls jaws are ready to drop because . . . it is happening . . . I am getting transferred again. Can you believe it? I am going back into the CITY!!! Ah, I was pretty shocked again, but my stress level was high all week and I just knew something was changing. This will be my 4th new town in just over 5 months. Boy oh boy. I am learning so much, really fast. Franklin 3rd Ward is where I will be serving, which is 20 minutes from Thompson Station and right next to the temple. I will probably get to see the temple every day.  Also, I was asked to be a Sister Training Leader for the whole Franklin Zone, so I'm excited/nervous/anxious. That means I will go on exchanges every week or so with other sisters in the Zone. 

This week I actually got to go on an exchange with my trainer, Sister H, who raised me on my mission. It was so surreal to be her companion again, and see how both of us had changed. And we had a really good talk, and I just kept saying, "I am so sick of being held back by my fears!" I have been so good at that my whole life. And I had actually talked to the President of our mission about that during Interviews last week, and going to Franklin, I am going to have to face all of my fears and have lots of faith. And I feel so strongly, that the Lord is saying to me, "I've heard your prayers. Let's work together to help you get over your fears. Are you ready?" And you know what, I am as ready as I'll ever be. I will be going on exchanges in Thompson Station and everything, and meetings . . . so surreal. I hope I can take the things I have learned from Jamestown and bring it to the city. 

So many miracles happened this week, it was just out of this world. People we have been trying and trying to see, were finally home, and we taught them the restoration. And they would say, "I feel good about this message. I know that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God." WHAT???? Its almost so unbelievable you don't know how to react. Gosh, miracle of miracles. I love when everything you have been working towards comes together. 

And, oh, Wyatt and Garrett, you would love this. So, there was this 14-year-old boy at a members home, who isn't a member. I started chatting with him, trying to relate and he loves video games. I asked him about Call of Duty, because of the boys playing it, and he started just going on and on about it. It was awesome. And then, somehow, I linked the conversation back to Christ, and he was even more excited about how much he LOVED the Bible. And then he agreed to take the lessons, and we taught him the restoration this week, and he was stoked about the message.

CALL OF DUTY MIRACLES. Having three brothers does pay off. 

It was a terribly stressful and amazingly miraculous week. The Lord provides. 

Here are some things I love/learned/and will miss about Jamestown: 

Thank you Jamestown for teaching me that this life is all about love, sincerity, and kindness. 

Thank you Jamestown for showing me that you can survive without cell phone service. 

Thank you Jamestown for having so little, but sharing with me everything you had. 

Thank you Jamestown, for not caring what I looked like. You just took me in for exactly who I was. 

Thank you Jamestown for being so beautiful and full of orange, red, and yellow trees. 

Thank you Jamestown for teaching me that straight roads are for wimps. And that it is way better to drive on grass than actual roads. 

Thank you Jamestown for being the most Southern place I have ever served. 

Thank you Jamestown for letting me hold a squirrel, and fall in love with the cows, and the hills, and most importantly the PONDS!! 

Thank you Jamestown for giving me 50 new grandparents to have for a life time. 

Brother White

Brother and Sister McDonald (He gave me glasses just like his that I wear for Halloween every year.)

I sure will miss this place. It is one of a kind. I am lucky that the Lord let me have this little tender mercy. Gosh, people may say, Where the Heck is Jamestown? But when you find it, you won't want to leave.

A mission is the most sacred and grand experience of my life. It is teaching me so much, and here I go, to learn once more . . . the city life. 


Sister Frampton

Monday, November 10, 2014

The Joy of Jamestown

Hey everybody,

If you are ever out here in Tennessee, make sure you come out to Jamestown. It is such a small, but beautiful place. And miracles are happening here, that's for sure. 

My week started pretty normal for the most part. I felt a weight on my shoulders the minute that a member of the bishopric called us and asked me to give a talk on Opposition and my companion to give a talk on Faith. And then the sister training Leaders called and asked us to role play teaching an investigator in front of the whole zone. Plus we had to prepare everything for the baptism Saturday. Oh golly, I felt grumpiness and stress trying to take over me. I'm sure I am not the only one right? Right? 

Sometimes you just have those weeks where you are trying to push on and the world is pushing against you, but the Lord sure helped me conquer the week. And it WAS SUCH A GOOD ONE. Let me tell ya about it!

So, this week we worked with two part-member families. In both families the one who is a member has cancer, and the one is not a member does not. My companion and I really wanted to share a scripture message with them, or at least have a gospel discussion, but it just wasn't working. Both non-members were pretty closed off to our little scripture. Then I thought about my uncle Chad, who has cancer. I love him SO much, and this past week my family had a spiritual experience fasting for his health. I got to be part of it. They saw miracles, and felt so much peace and comfort from the Spirit. So I decided to share that story with them instead of our spiritual thought. It was crazy how much they related to it and the non-members were the ones responding. It really helped them. One said, "That is so neat to see how fasting and prayer helped your family." I'm grateful for my Uncle and Aunt's faith, that because of them, their story is lifting others up. These experiences really struck me. 

Oh and kind of a fun experience. We went up to this town called Pall Mall, which is gorgeous, golly, and we went up to help a family on their chicken farm. I was so nervous, because they kill chickens and cut them up. But luckily they needed help picking persimmons. What are persimmons you ask? I didn't know either. They are just a tiny plum/lemon fruit.  Anyways, all the sudden, this member who is the Southern version of Bobbi Frampton, took us to her land and, get this, we were totally OFF-ROADING IT!!! We were going up this huge hill with awesome fall colored trees everywhere, and the sun was out, and she was taking down weeds with her small, low-riding car, like nobody’s business. There is nothing like driving a car without a road to cheer a person up.  Joyous moment! 

Then came Sunday, with a million and one things to do. But it turned out to be, I would have to say, one of my all-time favorite days on the mission. My comp and I were silent in the morning, both hiding our stress to give our talks and set up for the baptism after church. We got to the church building, just pleading with the Lord to grant us with a portion of his Spirit for our talks. And everything worked out, as It always does. I shared scripture stories of how prophets, like Job, Nephi and Ammon reacted to opposition in such a positive way, because they understood 2 things, 
2. Jesus Christ is there to carry us the ENTIRE WAY

I learned so much by studying this topic. Anyone that knows me, knows I hate opposition. I hate feeling pain. I do everything in my power to stay balanced, and to avoid pain/heartache/ YOU NAME IT.  But I realized that the times in my life where I have gone through the most pain, are also the times where I felt the most JOY because when I overcame them I was always so much closer to my Savior. Those are the best days of my life.

1 Peter 1:7-8
7 That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:
 8 Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye seehim not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory.

This is my new favorite scripture. AH, it hit my heart SO HARD.  The trial of our faith is worth more than gold. It's what this life is about, and I want to rejoice and be filled with peace at the day Jesus Christ comes again. And though, seriously, opposition can really stink, we can turn it around, and use it to come closer to Christ. 

Anyways, I am rambling, but after church, we filled up the font, and IT wasn't GREEN!! Like last time. And everyone who was at church stayed after to watch. Nick looked so happy, just like a kid at Halloween, or something.  The Spirit was so strong, and in the talks they kept saying, "This is the beginning of your journey." And that is what baptism truly is. It's the first step in following our Savior Jesus Christ. He walked in the water, and when he came up, the smile on his face . . . PRICELESS. Everyone started laughing out of pure joy, it was a neat moment. Nick's testimony is so solid, he has been coming to church for a year, and wants to be married in the temple and start of a good family. Seriously, happy day! 

Bishop cracks me up. He comes up to us after the baptism and he says, "Well, I guess this makes you sisters, "da bomb" Sisters." If you could only see my Bishop saying it. Love that man! Ah, and then we went and taught and taught and taught. We kept going and going and were so pumped we skipped our dinner. It felt good walking in the door that night knowing we gave all you could. Not holding anything back. It's so easy but our fears, and opposition, and our weaknesses hold us back. That's why we all need to cherish those small and GREAT moments where we overcome and rejoice in the Joy of this gospel. 

I love ya’ll!
Go out there, and have a very BLESSED week! 

Sister Frampton

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Rock Who You Are!

Hello, hello, hello ,

How are y'all? Tennessee is honestly so beautiful this time of year, it's insane. Every tree is bursting with yellow, orange, or red.  I love it so much.

This week we taught out in the boonies of our area. It was wild, because these towns are so small--only about 500-1000, and everyone knows each other. How is that possible? I don't know. And everyone is related. It blows my mind. They are such humble, good folks. We taught this one man, who was so sweet, but we learned that he didn't know how to read. It really shocked me. I didn't really realize that people in America couldn't read. My heart goes out to them. They crave the light that comes from the gospel. We definitely ran into some sad situations, and people who wanted us to pray for them. They just needed prayers, and had us write down all the names of their family members who are struggling with drugs or other illnesses. 

It is weird to be looked at as such a source of light. It is interesting to run across people who truly trust you as a stranger and want your help. They say, "Can you say a prayer for us?" And you gather around, holding handing hands, and say a prayer for them and with them. It is a very humbling experience, because you are thinking, "who am I, to say this prayer for you. I don't really know what I am doing either." Ah, that's when you truly ask for the Spirit to help guide you. Heavenly Father really looks out and loves His children.

One of the fun tender mercies of the week was at the Ramierez home. They are recent converts, with lots of spunk. Me and Sister Ramierez are like soul mates. She makes me laugh so hard, and she eats it up, and tells more funny stories and I just die laughing. She doesn't quite have a filter, and so we are working on that with her. Last week, in a lesson, something came over me, and I just started singing the song I made up a few transfers ago, "Turn that frown upside down. Don't let Satan get ya down." (with lots of snaps) Apparently its catchy, and if you sing it at just the right moment, it sticks with people. So, sister Ramierez LOVED that song! She has three young boys, and they were all singing it. The other night she started telling this story, which got a little heated, and she started swearing, and I don't know what happened but I just started singing that song. It diffused the situation and we all just started laughing. I wish I could explain it, it was just one of those moments. That song was written by the Spirit, I think. ha ha. 

Halloween was a fun holiday. I don't know what came over me, but I went all out to celebrate Halloween. More than usual, I would say. During the day, me and my comp wore matching orange skirts, with black tops, and then for our last dinner with a member of the night we dressed up as NERDS!! We were so pumped, and the member we were going to see, is so awesome, and cracks me up. She has this Detroit accent, and says, "YO FRAMP!" And she never changes her facial expressions, so me and my comp, were like, "This will shock her. She will LOVE this. We will definitely get her to smile at least." We ran up to the door and yelled, "Trick or Treat!" and by darn, she didn't even flinch, or give us a second thought, or say nothin about it. Golly, at least I had fun. 

Happy Halloween! 

Oh, and it snowed! It snowed Halloween night, and everyone freaked out. The whole town shut down, all of our appointments cancelled and Halloween was postponed until Monday night. It was only two inches. That cracked me up.  But the snow reminded me so much of Utah, and surprisingly made me a tinge homesick. 

This area has taught me so much about patience, love and sincerity. You can get into this routine of missionary life, and missionary teaching so I am trying to get out of the habit of saying the right things , and rather say what I mean, and what the Spirit needs for that person. To constantly be teaching out of love, and sincerity. The best thing I've learned is that it's okay to be who you are while you teach. I don't know why, but we are all human and we compare ourselves to others. But when you really take a step back, you can see your potential, and just keep trying to rock who you are. We shouldn't put ourselves down because of our differences. 

Be different. Be bold. Be you. 

We can do all that while living the same gospel and still shed light around to those who need it. 

I surely love this gospel. I love all that the Lord is teaching me. 


Also, I gave a Book of Mormon to a Free Mason! It was wild. He said he'd read it if we memorized, in order, the books of the bible, so we are working on it.  Too funny. Free masons are real, WHO KNEW. I thought it was an old wives tale, but they are all over out here.