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.)



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. 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING and HAPPY FALL Y'ALL!!!!

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. 





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. 

Love,

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, 
1. WE WILL ALL FACE OPPOSITION
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! 

Love, 
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. 

LOVE Y'ALL!

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.