Monday, August 25, 2014

Sad Day

Family,

Sad day. I am getting transferred to Rock Springs, Tennessee. Back to a family ward. I am soooo sad about it. I don't mean to be sad, because really it is okay, but I was so sad in that moment that I got the transfer.  Why am I done already? I LOVE IT HERE! I gave everything I had to this area. And I loved the people, the place, ah there was so much to do. And I could feel that. It just hurt, like a break-up I guess would feel, I don't know. And we moved into an apartment three weeks ago, so I had finally unpacked all of my stuff, and felt settled in and thought I would be there for a while. Ah, I can't even explain. It was the easiest area for me to love, and I felt like myself. 

Ah, but the Lord has a plan people. I don't know what it is, but it is time for me to grow in a different way again. And you know what, it feels good to LOVE a place. I feel good leaving knowing I did all I could. And that soooo many miracles are about to unfold. What an awesome awesome area. Ah, Clarksville stole my heart. So, I am all packed and ready to go on to my new adventure in Rock Springs. It is another suburb of Nashville. This will be my third area that is a suburb of Nashville, and it is really close to Mt. Juliet. Where I started the mission. 

Its like I just started a new adventure and a new journey, but it ended too quick. And I am trying to find the heart, and energy to start going again in a new place. Rock Springs here I come. I'm going to love it there too! Finally, I am going to make those surburbanites realize the gospel is important! 

But seriously, the YSA have made my life saying goodbye. At church everyone was so kind and sad to see me go, oh golly. It was funny because this week I was just like, ah, I feel like they are my own kids. And I just want the best for their lives. I'm being ripped from my children . . .

Ah, and then Zach is leaving. What is this. Not allowed. Ahhhhhhhhhh, YOU ARE GOING TO DO SOOOO GREAT!!!! I don't even know what to say, but I love ya bro. I know you can do this, rely on the Lord and the SPIRIT. Go out there and LOVE those people and they won't be able to refuse you. Open your mouth, and speak your Spanish heart out. 

Miracles are about ready to pour down here in Clarksville. I can feel it. I can feel it. 



Wyatt and Garrett and Mom and Dad . . . what a weird time for our family huh? But its a sacred time too. We will talk about these times for years to come. I'm just so grateful for all the time we did spend together. And all the laughs and jokes. And all the love that we have for each other. Keep supporting Zach. He needs ya. I am hitting halfway, and becoming a really old missionary. Ah, so weird. This will be a tiring week for me, so just keep me in your prayers.  

Love, 

Sister Frampton

Monday, August 18, 2014

Misery and Miracles (mostly miracles)

Mom and Dad and Family!

This week, man what do I even say about this week. I'm kinda out of thoughts, I was exhausted this week, working as hard as I could for this area. I loooooove it here. I love the people. The place. The
group. I feel so strongly that the Lord is really trying to push this group further and wants us to search for his lost sheep. It's so cool to be at the beginning of something. We are the ones running the group for
the most part, it's wild. For example, my companion plays the piano, And this Sunday, I conducted the music, and gave a talk. I was so nervous, and I felt a little overwhelmed because I had so much going on. But what a blessing to be busy, I am sure not complaining. So anyways, I felt like a chicken
with no head, running from conducting, to sitting next to an investigator, to texting investigators on their way, to giving a talk, to conducting the intermediate hymn. Boy, it was like a marathon. But it  was so fun. You feel so needed, ya know.

But I am getting ahead of myself. So Tuesday, I don't know what it was about Tuesday, but that day was full or miracles. We were pumped. We taught a good lesson, and got a new investigator, and a less active actually texted us wanting us to teach him the lessons again. Turns out he is a returned missionary who knew Jared Banks from his mission. Small world. Anywho, the lesson went great, and we drove home smiling from ear to ear. And it all started from adding him on Facebook and inviting him to the activities again.

Wednesday was a funky long day. It just went on and on for some reason, and nothing went as planned. But hey, that's the mission life. And Thursday, we went on exchanges with the Sister Training
Leaders. I stayed here and my companion went down to Kentucky for the day. It was a day full of awesome craziness. The sister I was with--I just wanted to hug her forever. I was so grateful for all she taught me. Tracting is sooooo hard for me. We are supposed to tract an hour a day, and it is so miserable. My weakness is pouring out, but anyways, she just told me to embrace the awkward and go for it. She made it so enjoyable. I need to change my attitude, and embrace it. Wahoo tracting:) haha But we taught three great lessons--one with someone who hasn't been interested in the past, and he really opened up and told us why he doesn't like religion. 

Working up until Sunday was great. Going and going, and just trying to do all we can to build up this group, I love the challenge! I'm praying I stay for a long time here. Ha ha Don't tell President that. 

So, my topic for my talk was "Put your trust in The Lord" by Russell Ballard. It's a talk that was given in the October 2013 conference. I read it, read it, read it, and nothing was instantly coming to me. Ah, I felt like I was pulling teeth to find anything I wanted to say. Then, I realized, again, The Lord is trying to teach me to rely on the Spirit. Oh what a hard thing for me to do. But I just read the talk and prepared a few things to say, if I needed to say them and went for it. I was quite nervous, and I felt tempted to be grumpy. Boy was I fighting to not be grumpy. I made it through, and when I gave my talk, I felt the Spirit helping me. Ah, strengthens my testimony every time. I read the story of Zach giving out those Book of Mormons to the geologists. What a miracles that was. Everyone loved that story and came up to me afterwards to comment about it. Zach, you will be an awesome missionary! I can't believe he is leaving next week. 

Some great things are coming for this area. I just know it. I can feel it! 

Also, shout out to all of my wonderful brothers. Thanks for making so many great decisions and making good friends, and doing good things. I have so much faith and trust that The Lord is taking care of you. Thanks for not worrying me. I know that if you live the gospel, and take care of each other, it will all
work out. Just love each other.

Love y'all lots! I'll be praying so much for you because this week will be crazy. But it will be worth it. You guys can do it! 

Love, 

Sister Frampton

Monday, August 11, 2014

NOTHING ELSE EVEN MATTERS!

Hey Family,
 
 Where to start with this week....
 
 I am really trying to change my desires and my will to Heavenly Fathers will, and use the atonement to get over my fears. You think it would get easier talking to people about the gospel, but gosh it doesn't. You just have to learn to rely on The Lord, and that's what I'm praying for.

And on the brightest, bright part, we have our investigator who is getting baptized this Saturday! Wahoooo! He is a 23 year old kid, who is a street minister for the Lutheran church. He used to hate
Mormons and the Book of Mormon . . . until he actually read it. Now he loves it, and loves the gospel. It is such a neat thing, I'm excited for him this week.
 
Also a bright spot, I got to go back to my HOME! Mount Juliet Tennessee!!! I got to go and see
Brian get baptized in the lake. It was the neatest experience. It was just the coolest setting. It reminded me of Wildwood church and Hawaii baptisms mixed into one. With metal chairs set up, and a make shift dressing room out of tarp, and the lake on the backside of us all. He was the dad of the first family I ever taught on my mission. THE MOST HUMBLE GUY! His wife was baptized almost a year ago, and I taught her, and her son was the one that got baptized while I
was there. I said the first vision for the first time, teaching Brian. It was a special special day. He was so excited to see Sister Hargadon and I.
 
 So, I was asked to give the Holy Ghost talk for the baptism. And my new goal is to stop saying what I want to say, and focus on what The Lord wants me to say and to do. And so, when preparing for the talk, I was just pleading with God to help me follow the Spirit. To say what Brian needs to hear. And when I was studying for talk, nothing was coming. Ah, I just kept thinking, " I can do this, I can trust the Spirit. He will give me the words to say, in the moment I need to say them." Boy, I'm such a planner, it was hard for me. I just wrote down some scriptures and a few points, and didn't worry about the rest. And you know what I will say, I was calmer than I thought. The gospel is
 true!
 
He looked so good that day, all dressed in white. He trimmed his hair, and shaved! He quit all of his addictions, and was ready to be baptized, "just like Jesus was" he liked to say. When he walked down into that water. I was speechless. I remembered my baptism, walking into the ocean, with dad. About to make an eternal covenant with my Heavenly Father. He looked so happy out there, and so humble. In a vast lake, you realize how big Gods creations are, and how small we are. I cried a little, I'll admit, but he deserved it. He has worked a long time to get here. The Spirit was there, I wish you could of seen it! Don't worry though, I'll send millions of pictures and I arranged a visit with them after the mission.
 
 So, after he changed, everyone gathered around and Sister Hargadon and her new companion sang a beautiful version of Come Thou Fount. With the trees behind them, I was overcome with the thoughts, "THIS IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT. THE GOSPEL IS AMAZING. NOTHING ELSE EVEN MATTERS. I NEVER WANT TO LEAVE HERE." It was so natural, and so ahhhhhh I just was loving it. Soaking it in. And I was praying like a maniac, " help me, with this talk okay? Are you listening? Okay . . . I'm going up now . . ."
 
I went up and gave my talk, and I don't remember all that I said, but I remember that I felt the Spirit bearing testimony with me. I don't ask it for help enough, I try to do it alone, way too often. Man, I was so grateful. I looked at Brian and told him, " the coolest thing about your baptism, is not only were you baptized in Gods water, like you say, but by Gods authority." the priesthood authority of God is real, and it matters. I'm blessed to have had the opportunity to share that with him. We went out to Cheddars after and a huge rainbow came out as we were driving. The Lord had a big smile on his face for Brian:)
 
These are the moments all the pain is worth it. Ahhhh it's so happy! We drove home, back to Clarksville with my old saint of a mission leader, Brother Lemmon and Jamie came too! I got to talk to him about his life, and it was so good to hear how strong his testimony was. I love that kid. Bros, would you care if we took on a little brother. He's 14, and super awesome? Ha ha
 
 Sunday came and went quickly. The stake president came to the YSA branch, and I felt the Spirit so strongly. This weekend I noticed it more than I have in a while. He told the story of how Jesus Christ
 turned water into wine. That means Christ can change things. That means Christ can change US. I had never thought of that before. I like it. I'm eating that up. I'm growing my faith, that it's possible to change and overcome your weaknesses. So don't forget, Christ can change water into wine:) 

Love, 

Sister Frampton


Monday, August 4, 2014

Proud Momma Moments

This week, was such a wild and stressful week. I am mentally pooped. You know why? Because we moved. The apartment complex we lived in was sketchy (gun shots) so we moved into a safer neighborhood with two other sisters, so now there is four of us in a new place. Most of our time was spent cleaning and lifting, and packing instead of proselyting. Surprisingly, I missed it and felt weird inside, like I wasn't doing what I was meant to do. You never know what you love, until you don't have it anymore. So my goal is to keep loving every moment. Even the miserable moments, because hey, time is flying, and this is a once in a lifetime thing. And this is the Lords work, not my work. I will listen to what He says. 

On the bright side, FHE this week was so fun! Golly, we played games--BS, (baloney sandwich), spoons, apples to apples, and all of the YSA participated and were having fun. We had four investigators there, and afterwards everyone went to Sonic together. It was cool to see that bonding and that family tie that they all had. I left feeling so pumped, like we are moving in the right direction with all of them. I had a weird moment, running around taking pictures of everyone to capture the moment and make them feel important, where I thought, "Oh MY GOSH! I am turning into my mom. This is what my mom was so good at when she was in the YSA." 

And another highlight . . . wait for it . . . I GOT TO HOLD A ROOSTER! A real life rooster. Everyone here has farms and gardens, and this and that. And they let me hold a rooster. I was so nervous and scared, but it didn't eat me! Thank the heavens!




And Thursday, was moving day. So, after we played ultimate frisbee with the YSA for sports night, they loaded up into cars to help us move. It was SUCH AN AWESOME THING. Because we only asked like three guys to help us carry out our beds, but everyone just kept saying, I wanna come.  Oh I'll come too! By the end nine people came to help us out. In 15 minutes those Army men, had cleared out our bedrooms, fridge and dressers. Everyone was so cheerful and happily working. It stunned me and filled up my heart. 

I am not very good at letting people help me, and usually out here, we are the ones giving to others. I couldn't believe how humbled I was and grateful for the help! So much stress was lifted off, and it was so fun. We were driving up to our apartment with a train of 4 cars, and they just loaded it all into our apartment just as fast. I truly feel like I am their mother, and they are my children. And you know that feeling, when your parents are so proud of their kids? Well that was the feeling I had. Like my kids were making right decisions, and choosing to serve others! SUCH A PROUD MOM FEELING! And the more I get to know them, and their stories, I am so impressed by them. Some of them have been through rough times, or made bad decisions, but through the atonement, they are fighting their way back, and it's an inspiring thing to watch! 

And Friday, we moved in some more. We used a horse trailer, that had to be like 50 years old at least, to haul our couches and desks up. It was so southern and AWESOME! It was fun to be with the members, and see them take care of us. Oh, the world is so good (well some of it:)

Saturday was my companions 20th birthday! So that was fun! Me and the other two sisters living with us, decorated the whole apartment, I made her red velvet cake, and partied....missionary style. We committed two investigators to live the word of wisdom, and they were so accepting of it! Made me so happy, because they realized that it would help them live better lives. Then, we got to go to a baptism for the end of the night. The Elders were teaching him, but he is actually a YSA so he will join us. Happy days. 

Sunday, now this was a pretty good day for me, because it was the first fast and testimony meeting with the YSA. It was so much more personal and cool with only 18 people in the whole room. One guy blesses the bread and water, and one guy passes it to the whole room. It takes a total of five minutes. Isn't that wild? It's a neat experience. I was pondering this Sunday about what it must have been like to sit in a small room with Joseph Smith, and with so few members, when the church was just beginning. The Spirit must have been piercing. 

I wanted to bear my testimony because I realized this week that the first time I ever bore my testimony was when I was six or so, in Dad's Singles Ward. Rutee went first, and I promised I would go after her. And after I bore my testimony I felt the Spirit so strong, that I jumped into Daddy's lap and cried. I didn't think it was weird then, but now that I look back on it, I was an emotional child . . . ha ha. 

I got to share that story, and bear my witness of the truth of the restored gospel to these YSA. I felt the Spirit so strongly, and no, I didn't cry, but I realized that it wasn't anything I said that mattered. It's not about me. The gospel isn't about me, its about the Lord, and sometimes I have been selfish, wanting the greatness to somehow have to do with me. Boy, humble pie. It has nothing to do with me.

Afterwards I got to watch some amazing testimonies. I felt the Spirit so strongly my insides were shaking. MY VERY FAVORITE feeling in the world. And, one of the kids, it was his last sunday here before he goes back home to Utah, was inactive, and had been for awhile, until the military, and recently started coming to the YSA group here. He said it was his first testimony in over four years and he that he now recognize the Spirit and the difference prayer and scripture study makes in his life. What a miracle! I can't imagine the love God must have had for him at the moment. It shows me its never to late to turn your life around. He bore testimony that the atonement of Jesus Christ changed his life! We need to let it change ours. 

Love, Sister Frampton