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.




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.




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 :) 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Love,

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. 
Love, 
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.

Love, 

Sister Frampton 

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







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!!

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!!

Love, 

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! 



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. 

Love, 

Sister Frampton