Monday, June 15, 2015

My Very. Last. Adventure.

I never thought this day would come. It is so surreal. This is my last p-day on my mission. 

This is it. 

It's a weird feeling because I feel like no matter how I start this email, or how I finish it,  I can never really describe all the millions of bajillions of thoughts and feelings I have had on my mission, let alone this week.

Heavenly Father taught me a very interesting lesson this week about His timing. Earlier this transfer, lots of things were falling apart and I was trying to stay positive, but it was overwhelming, and I felt like I was being really put to the test. We all have those times, right, when we are doing everything we feel is right, but still nothing is falling into place. In fact, quite the opposite. But then this week was like a rain storm of miracles, where all the broken pieces kind of came back together. 

Our recent converts, that were struggling, had a spiritual experience and really decided for themselves to come back to church. The dad of the family said the closing prayer and said, "Thank you for bringing me back to the Latter-day Saints, where I belong." And I just wanted to sing and shout, and pretty much did that, after casually getting in the car after saying goodbye. And then, one of my favorite families on the planet . . . their 10-year old son finally decided to get baptized, this Saturday . . . in UTAH by his grandpa. So I get to be there to see it. MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I HEARD THAT.

I realize that God's plan is more detailed and better than I could have ever imagined on my own. It is like a mini-lesson of life. I know that I need to remember this. When things are rough, and tough, to have patience and trust that God has his purposes and knows perfectly what I need. I am so grateful, oh so grateful. The work of salvation goes on with or without us, and I learned that He is so MERCIFUL and KIND. And will give us little assurances along the way.

I had my departing interview, and when missionaries go home, they call it "dying." Like technically as a missionary, I am dying. And so for district meeting this week, they threw me a funeral. It was hilarious. And a tad sad. 

Sister Hess and Sister Herbert

And then Sunday most of the people we invited to church actually CAME!! That never happens! And I had a seat open next to me, and Tim (a recent convert) came through the door with his caretaker, and I motioned them over, and as I started talking to her she started telling me how she has been taught by Elders before, and was lost for a while, but had recently started praying to know what church is Christ's church, and how to get there because she works on Sunday, and then BOOM. She landed here. She kept saying, "I know this is where the Lord needs me to be." JAW DROPPED AGAIN. That really, really, really never happens.

We got to teach some wonderful people this week, and say wonderfully sad goodbyes. 


Susan Ross

Venus Crawford

Sister Godfrey

The Mize Family

Logan Jensen

Lauren Alexander and her husband

I am so grateful for my time in Franklin. I am grateful for all the people that I have taught and said hi to, and even for the rude people that taught me to just love them anyhow. I am grateful that God loves me enough to push me out of my comfort zone and help me grow. Franklin is the most out of my comfort zone I think I have felt my whole mission, but I have just loved it with all my heart. It has become my town. Ah, the Lord has helped me learn to love tracting. That's a miracle in itself. He has helped learn to trust him, and have way more faith than I thought I could have. He has taught me hard work, love, PATIENCE, and to be myself.

I thought I came on a mission to change and to be better like everyone else. I had no idea that God loved me for me, and all I was supposed to do out here was magnify who I already am inside. And I thought I came on a mission to help others come closer to Jesus Christ, but I had no idea how much closer I would come to Jesus Christ in the process.

Golly, I wouldn't trade this experience for the world. I can say with confidence that I know the Book of Mormon is true. That the gospel truly has been restored in its fullness of the earth today. We have a modern-day prophet and apostles, and oh my, I love that truth. I know that God loves us more than we can comprehend, and He never wants us to tear ourselves down. That is Satan's voice. I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior and he did perform the atonement for all of us, so that we could receive help and strength in this life and so that we could make it back home to our Father in Heaven one day. I know that trials are real, and the only way to make it through them is by relying wholly upon Jesus Christ and His mercy. We can be strengthened and helped! What a blessing! And it's only by the Holy Ghost that I know any of this. 

I am grateful for the people of Mt. Juliet, Thompson Station, Clarksville, Smyrna, Jamestown and Franklin that have put up with my weaknesses, and helped me to find so much JOY in this life. I really have never felt so full. Y'all need to move to Tennessee...(best place on earth).

To end my stay in Tennessee, I was walking around downtown Franklin earlier today. There are always people on the sides of the streets just playing music and as we were by the corner, two guys stopped us and said, "can we play you a song?" You know me, I said--YES!!!! It was the perfect way to end my journey in Tennessee. I counted it as a goodbye song.

I guess if I have to end this email, I will end with the scripture that was my theme from start to finish:

 I glory in plainness; I glory in truth; I glory in my Jesus, for he hath redeemed my soul from hell." 2 Nephi 33:6




Sister Frampton

Friday, June 12, 2015

I Have Southern Heritage!!!!

So, this week was a definite relief and turn of a new leaf for me. 

know why? 

Because of family history, oddly enough. Just go with me on this one. 

So, my companion was telling me on Tuesday about
one of her converts, and his name is Clem Rogers. I stopped her and
said, Clem Rogers?? That's my grandpa's name? Seriously, that's a
family name. 

Then, of course I had to show her on family
And I had this thought . . . what if I am somehow related to someone in
the south? I started clicking back on his line, going back, and
back, and then my whole life changed. 

IN FRANKLIN TENNESSEE!!! I have Southern heritage, are you serious?? 

was shocked. I had no idea, that some of my family lived in Tennessee.
And not only that, but the same town I have been living in for 7.5
months, also right next to Thompson Station, the town I lived in for 4.5 months.
Which is where I have spent most of my mission. I have so much darn
SOUTHERN pride. Oddly, it pumped me up and I wanted to know everything
about everything, which led me to figure out I also have Puritan

I am Southern and Puritan. Now, that's what I am talking

Oh my, and then my mission came full circle. The missionary that I
trained when she first came out, is now serving in my Zone, and so I
got to go on my last mission exchange with her. My very own mission

We were companions over a year ago, which is weird to me,
and she took me around her area. It was so fun to teach with her
again, and talk about old times. Great closure
experience. I am sure grateful that I got to see how much she had

It's been cool too, there were lots of little fun service and miracles we had this week. And then, Friday, we talked to my favorite
family of all time, that has been struggling a little bit and got to
have a spiritual talk with them. They accepted a blessing, and even surprised me and came to
church on Sunday. I wanted to drop to my knees and praise the Lord! It
was so awesome! Ah, I really have learned the last few weeks that I
can't do anything when it comes to missionary work. But the Lord can.
So I am just praying and trying to give up control to God. After what seems like a lifetime of patiently waiting, He always comes

Humility is my life, but my joy is sure full. 

My last highlight of the week, was getting invited to a Baptist
singing fundraiser this Friday. It was in a small little church, and
we stuck out like sore thumbs, with our missionary attire, but also,
because we were the only white folk in there, but it didn't matter
once the music started playing. Oh, they had so much soul, and love
for Jesus Christ. I had to contain myself from getting so into it.
There voices are so powerful, oh, I just felt such an immense love for
them. God loves them so much, it was such an overwhelming feeling to
me. And I again felt so much pride for living in the South with these
good-hearted people. They sang songs like, "I Can't Thank Him
Enough." And "It's in my Heart to Serve the Lord." And this cute old
jazzy man, sang his heart out to "Lord, Do THIS FOR Me!" The crowd was
going wild. I walked out of there so uplifted--so happy to see people
so excited about our Savior, Jesus Christ. 

I can't wait until heaven,
where we can all come together and really bring everyone's talents
together and praise our God. That will be a blessed day. 

I bore my last testimony as a missionary this Sunday, and emotions are
running high. God has taught me some interesting and hard lessons this
transfer, but I am starting to see why I needed to learn them, and
I am grateful. Franklin has treated me well, and I feel like I can
pretend to claim it now, because some of my family did live here about
200 years ago. 

Ah, the gospel of Jesus Christ is true, and is
something we need to get excited about. We are blessed. The gospel is
now restored, and I don't know what I would do without it. Ah, I'm
going to miss this. 

I sure hope I can make this last week count! 

 Love Sister Frampton

Tim Johnson

Sarah and Susan


Sister Kohler

Katie Bennett

Thompson Station Goodbye Dinner with the Robertsons, Andersons, and Millers

Sister Angie Miller

Monday, May 25, 2015

Tender Mercies

Well, golly, this week is one for the books. Maybe not in such a good way, but it definitely tried and tested me. Right from the start of the week, everything started falling through and not going as planned. I was just trying to be tough. I kept thinking this is all going to be okay, it is going to be fine. All is well in Franklin. Nothing to worry about, because if I let myself think about all the opposition pouring in on me, I would lose it.

Some recent converts are going through some rough trials and situations. Ah, golly, it's hard to watch other people struggle and question. I am sure it is like being a mom, and watching your kids struggle, and if you could only just do it for them. But that's really what threw me over the edge, and ya know, I kinda lost it. Midway through the week I was a complete mess. It was the first time on my mission, I was close to not moving forward.

I've never felt so much like I needed Christ's healing and strength and help in my whole life. Wow, am I making this dramatic or what? But it truly felt like I was stuck. And I knew that there was nothing I could personally do, and that it was only by the power of God and through prayer that I could help the people in my area, and even myself. It was a very humbling moment.

I now realize how much control I have. NONE. And how much control God has. ALL.

It was a hard week to be honest, but you know what? There were so many answers to prayer. Little, "Sister Frampton, I love you" moments from God. Everything that happened truly comforted me in my challenges. For example, I felt like no one was listening and then we went to this less active’s house. The week before we had challenged her to pray about one question she had. We testified that God could answer her prayer before we came over next. So, this week when we went by, she said, "Sisters, I prayed to know specifically if Thomas S. Monson was a prophet of God on the earth today. I wasn't really sure and I didn't think there could really be a prophet like Moses or Noah on the earth today. But I was STUNNED. There was a literal answer that came so fast and said, YES!" The Spirit was so strong when she said that, and I was rejoicing inside. SOMEONE PRAYED FOR HELP!

In the Lord’s timing there is always an answer.

Another tender mercy was when we went to Nyjod's house and she fed us dinner. We sat at the table with her two daughters. One is 6 and one is 4. I said, “hey do you want to hear a joke?” And I told my favorite missionary joke.

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Orange who?
Orange you glad its the missionaries!!!!

This started a whole series of fun jokes. The girls went back and forth, my turn, your turn, with knock knock jokes. It was so fun. I was dying of happiness and laughter. They just had ridiculous ones, but because they were so young, it was so funny. And some were so clever. Like this one, told by the 4 year old:

Knock knock
Who's there?
Book who?
Book of Mormon

Isn't that great? I loved that. And then they got to sweet and said stuff like:

Knock knock
Who's there?
Heart who?
I LOVE YOU Sister Frampton

And my heart sang, Hallelujah! You never really know who just needs to be told they are loved. Gosh, those girls made my whole day.

Sarah and Martha

And then, on Sunday morning I prayed and ask God, for a little bit of love. I was worried and sad about so many people and I just needed a little love. I walked into church and the speaker talked about the love of God. IT WAS SO POWERFUL and I just felt little nudges throughout the day that God loved and cared about me. And that He did have a plan in this. See, the funny thing about being a missionary is that you don't have your mom to call and talk to, or your best friend. When you have a problem, it's kinda like you and God have to work it out together, because He is all that you have. And I guess, for one last time out here in Tennessee, I am truly learning that all you need is God and He is the only one that can truly heal your pains, and sorrows, and afflictions, through His Son, and our Savior Jesus Christ.

Hard times are also a good testimony builder of the scriptures. I read this in the Book of Mormon this week, and I thought, ah this is so my life right now! Ah, it's real. And boy, it brought me so much peace and comfort:

10 Therefore we did pour out our souls in prayer to God, that he would strengthen us and deliver us out of the hands of our enemies, yea, and also give us strength that we might retain our cities, and our lands, and our possessions, for the support of our people.
11 Yea, and it came to pass that the Lord our God did visit us with assurances that he would deliver us; yea, insomuch that he did speak peace to our souls, and did grant unto us great faith, and did cause us that we should hope for our deliverance in him.
It's been such a tender time for me. But it's actually strengthened my testimony of the truths that I know. And when our hearts are humble, and truly open with a desire to know truth, the Lord always makes the truth known unto us. And gives us little assurances on the way, to help us feel comforted through affliction. Oh, how I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. There is no other way to be healed, then by the Savior himself!

And then finally, we got to go to Thompson Station on an exchange for the last time. I got to see Sister Broome and her awesome family. It made my whole day! I hid in the bushes and when Sister Broome came out, I jumped out and the look on her face was priceless. It's always great to have familiar faces around, to make you feel at home. I love my Thompson Station family.

The Broome Family

I love you all so much!!

Love Sister Frampton

Monday, May 18, 2015

Mission Bipolar is Back

Hey everyone!

Thanks for taking your time to read my letters. Gosh, it means a lot! My mission has flown faster than I would have thought, and now, it's becoming a big time blur. 

The week started off with a bang. Tuesday, we taught early morning seminary, and let me tell ya, getting up at 4:30 is like getting slapped in the face. I admire all the kids that do that out here. And then, at 8, we had a Zone Conference, and my companion and I were asked to give a 45 minute training on daily planning. Boy, was I nervous! Just a lot going on, and we were last, so I had to sit the whole day feeling nervous, but the Spirit was so strong that my fears were calmed for the most part. And I also had to give my departing testimony, which is when all the missionaries going home, bear there last testimony before going home.

The training worked out fine, (I HOPE) and then I was called up to give my last testimony, along with two of my past dear companions. I went up to the pulpit and turned to my mission president, and said, "I'm going home?" His face looked so confused and then everyone busted out laughing, oh golly. Ah, then of course some tears came as I tried to express my deep gratitude for my mission experience. Oh, I am so grateful. Yep, that's really all I can say.

Sister Slaymaker, Lamborn and King

The rest of the week zoomed by, with an exchange, that was actually awesome. I had never met this sister before and it was like when you go and watch a movie, that you have never heard of before and it turns out to be awesome. That is exactly what it was like. Turned out to be such a fun day. And Stormy, one of our investigators came teaching with us, and just loved it. She is 15, and to hear her show so much interest, and bear her testimony of the scriptures to some others we are teaching was so cool!! She walked out with a glow. It's amazing what happens to youth, when they are engaged in good things. Something inside them changes.

Stormy Bizwell

Also, I had a big surprise this week. Two of my old mission friends came to visit me. Well, they surprised me. Some members invited me to lunch and I walked in and there they were. I was so shocked, my insides were shaking. Weirdest thing of your life, seeing old mission companions in PANTS!!! Skirts for life people. Skirts for life:) 

It meant a lot to me though, and it was cool to see them striving to live the gospel now that they are home. That's another thing I am grateful for, life long friends that I have made.

I can't believe my mission bipolar is back for the end of my mission haha. One moment I am so happy in the work, and tracting or teaching, and the next I am sad because I don't want it to end. But I love my family too, and I know that I've just got to make the most of the time I have. It's more like tears of joy, because my soul is happy, truly it is. I am really learning to trust in the Lord. With everything. In his timing. In His mercy. In His Love. Trusting that I have done all that I could have, and learned what I needed to. And that I can continue to learn this last month and for the rest of my life. I am so grateful the Lord is leading and guiding me, and is leading and guiding the missionary efforts of His Church. I love this gospel.

Sister Frampton

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The ROCKIN' end of the mission ROLLERCOASTER

Well, well, well, this week was a busy one. And an emotional one. Golly, I am so happy to stay in Franklin. It sure is where I need to be, but it is crazy how fast time is flying. Tuesday was transfers, and I have a new companion. Her name is Sister Kohler and she is a great missionary. I sure will not have to worry leaving the area in her hands, which is a plus.

Sister Paige Kohler and Susan Ross

But ya know how when it rains, it pours? That's kinda how it felt this week. I was running around, trying to remember everything and everyone we needed to call. Trying to make my way around Franklin and show her the ropes. And then we found out we were moving apartments, and I thought, we don't got time for that. But hey, we made time for that.
And then . . . I GOT CHIGGERS in my leg! Fear entered my heart so fast when I figured out what it was, oh golly. They are little bugs that live in tall grass, and they dig into your skin and anyways....its so sketchy. I felt invaded...darn Chiggers. I don't even know how I got them. But, I guess I couldn't leave Tennessee without experiencing everything about it right? 

Look away!

So, it was a lot, and then the whole this-is-my-last-transfer jazz, is making me sad. So many emotions bundled into one. How did this happen? Where did the time even go? I haven't learned enough yet. And then you wonder, what the Lords plan is, for the last little bit. And oh my, its just a mess. And I figured since I have been honest about my mission roller coaster of emotions, I thought I would be honest about the ROCKIN roller coaster I just got on. And it is speedy . . . too speedy. If you know of any slow roller coasters let me know, alright?
But on the plus side, I got to do some fun service this week, planting a garden and moving some beds around. I got to teach some of my dear recent converts and to hear them talk about the Spirit and the experiences they are having are just too good. And ya know what, being a new convert to the church is so hard. These people are changing their whole life for the church. I really admire all those, that take the leap of faith to change. Ah, they are so much braver than me.
All of the recent converts showed up to church on the same day, which was such a blessing, because usually something comes up for one of them. WHAT a comforting feeling! They are all where they should be, phew. And it was fun talking to my family. Wyatt and Garrett look so mature, and so wise, I cannot even believe it. WHAT THE HECK!!! And mom and dad, you look so good and happy. Grandma Frampton and Sheila, you two were the icing on top. Thanks for coming to support me.
It was a good mothers day, and I got to eat dinner with one of my favorite people, who has taken care of me here in Franklin, along with finish the night with Tim and Ali, who sung you a Mothers day song, mom, so I hope you enjoy it.

It's been a really neat thing though, because I feel very peaceful, even with all of the stress that I have been under, and there is still lot to come. But I know the Lord has a plan, truly he does. And I shouldn't be complaining at all, cause hey, He gave me a year and a half, what more can I ask for? 

The scriptures have been a real source of strength to me too, its a real testimony that we can find solace there. ALWAYS. The words of God always outweigh the words of man.
And thanks to all of you mothers out there, that have helped me and supported me. It means the world to me. Especially my mom, I LOVE YOU!
Love, Sister Frampton
Also, congrats to Rachel Christensen for getting your mission call you will be great!! LOVE YOU
And Desi, I heard you turned in your papers, I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!! you will be an awesome missionary.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Sacred Week

Is there a word greater than miracles, because I think that is what happened this week. I think that is why I am going to call it a sacred week.

We were planning for four baptisms this week, which equals more texting and calling than I ever have done in my whole life. My emotions were up and down, because everyone thought I was getting transferred. I was sad to be leaving Franklin, and my awesome-possum companion and this and that. But we were plugging on, and then this weekend, the Lord helped us ten-fold and I just stood watching with wide eyes. 

Friday night, Katie, who was just baptized 2 weeks ago, went with us to the temple to do baptisms with us for her first time. And guess who just happened to be there? The Thompson Station 2nd Ward youth!!! All my old people! They were there too! My old ward mission leader, and my old Bishop and all these people. TENDER MERCY! And Katie is using Mormon lingo like a champ, I am just shocked. She also finished the Book of Mormon this week...floored! She also got called to be in the Laurels presidency and to be a YCL at girls camp. I told her that it took me my whole life to be in the Laurels Presidency, and your first week as a member, you get to do it. I heard her tell so many girls, "Sister Frampton is so jealous, because it took her years to get to be in the Laurels Presidency, and it only took me a week!" Boy, do I love that girl. 

Brother Rhoads from Thompson Station came up to me and asked me if I could do the baptisms for the family names he brought. It was so special to me. He was getting emotional as he read the names, and just said, "It's hard to read the names of people you know." Man, it was a neat experience. I am very grateful he asked me to do that. And Katie had a blast. She loved how peaceful the temple is. Me too, Katie. Me too!

Saturday (best day of my whole mission) we got to the church by 6:30 to fill up the font and set up the church. Five different people were actually getting baptized, but only four were converts. All of the sudden we had three sets of families coming in, taking pictures, bringing food, yada yada. Time flew faster than I have ever seen. The best part was when Johnny pulled in on his motorcycle for his baptism . . . That's what I'm TALKING ABOUT!!! They all got dressed in white, and the program went right along with the chapel full of people. 

When we went into the font area, Johnny went first. Afterwards he said, "I walked into the water feeling like a thousand pounds, but when I came up out of the water, it was like I was floating. I FELT SO GOOD."

Then, his son Brennan followed, and he said he felt so much better. He was just GLOWING. 

When, Kelley went in we went back behind to help her into the font and such, and across from us, was Johnny and Brennan standing there all wet, waiting to see her be baptized. And as I sat there, I was overwhelmed with the Spirit, holding back tears, thinking, "She is coming unto Christ. The greatest joy in life is this." Going on a mission, is the best decision I ever made. Kelley was in her own world, like she was praying to God the whole time, and when she came out, she couldn't hold back the tears. What a humble moment. Ah, ah, ah, so speechless.

And then, we met at the park for a cook-out. Sitting at the park with people you love. It was a good way to spend the afternoon. Especially because we did get transfer calls, and unexpectedly Sister Lamborn will the one being transferred, and I will finish my mission here in Franklin. We were both shocked, but couldn't really complain because we have seen so many miracles. We finished the night by taking Katie teaching with us because she wants to maybe serve a mission. She hit it off so well with Stormy (Johnny's daughter) that they ended up having a sleepover that night and coming to church together in the morning. BEST FELLOWSHIP EVER.

Church on Sunday was a fantastic palooza. Seriously, there were three confirmations at the beginning of sacrament meeting, Katie bore the most powerful testimony for her first time, and when Johnny, Kelley and Brennan stood up to be welcomed in as the newest members of the ward, I felt the most powerful spiritual support from the room. Heavenly Father definitly is protecting that family, I can feel it. 

Ready for an unexpected surprise?? During sacrament meeting I turned my head, and caught a glimpse of someone familiar. I had to do a double take. As I turned my head back for the third time, I was SO SHOCKED to see my uncle John! I didn't even know what to do, and I immediately remember him telling me before I left on my mission, that he would come and see me and I would pretend he was an investigator or something. I thought, No WAY!!! Only my Uncle JOHN would actually do that!!!! I love this man, such a good man. And he is my uncle. And he is in Tennessee. I didn't even know how to react because I haven't seen someone that I actually know in so long. Golly, it was a quick hello, but it meant a lot! Uncle John, you are such a stud! And a risk taker, that's for sure!!! You kept your promise ha ha. I still can't believe that really happened! 

Sunday school, was powerful because we talked about the Holy Ghost, and Kelley couldn't even express how strongly she felt the Spirit. It was overpowering almost. I was telling her my favorite part about the Spirit, that is a little glimpse of what it will feel like in Heaven, and I got teary-eyed unexpectedly and then she lost it, and ah, it was an emotional fest. I sure love her, she is such an example of our Savior. Seriously, seriously. 

And I know this is dragging on, but this is the best part. Johnny came to church for the first time in a white shirt and tie, with slacks (SO AWESOME) and he got ordained a Priest, and then got to stand in the circle, and lay his hands on Brennan's head. As Brennan got ordained a deacon, I opened my eyes for a moment because I had to visualize it, and save myself a mental picture. Father and step-son bonding moments. 

These miracles are Heavenly Father's.  He has a plan, and by his grace I have been able to watch with wide eyes. And I get to watch for six weeks longer. 

My testimony is that God LOVES His children and is working for our good. Miracles do happen today. We are happiest when we don't go to church, or live our lives for ourselves, but for others. And that this is Jesus Christ's church. The Spirit has confirmed that to me. 

Oh, my joy is full. And this is the story of my very sacred week. 

Friday, May 1, 2015

Q&A Power

Golly, I think I am at the point of my mission where so much goes on that by Monday I'm not even sure what happened, so bear with me.

Johnny and Kelley and their 13 year old son Brennan, will all be baptized this next Saturday, so keep them in your prayers! They are so pumped and progressing so well. I seriously LOVE them so much, probably too much. They are a miracle that I have just watched and done nothing else for. Sheesh, and Scarlet, who is 8, and her grandparents will be baptized with them Saturday too. So please keep all of these people in your prayers, I know they will need it as they prepare to follow Christ. 

This week I did so much service-- painting decks and washing dishes, and packing houses and such. One of our investigators that we did service for kept looking at me like I was insane. She said, "You really actually came to my house to help me clean? ARE YOU SERIOUS?" And then she kept saying, "Why are you two so happy when you clean, no one likes to clean?" It was so hilarious and awesome, it made my whole day. Time flies when you are serving, its wild. It's like nothing else. I could do service all day and be full of joy. Seriously, we painted a deck for like 4 hours straight, and we were late to dinner because we lost track of time. Gosh, I never thought those words would come out of my mouth ha ha.

The Best District!

It's probably annoying to read about my happy times, but I am just so full of gratitude. I feel full in my heart. 

It was Sister Godfrey's (in the office) birthday this week and her son flew in to see her. They actually came out teaching with us, her and her son, and he asked my companion and I some interesting questions that made me think:

What has been the hardest thing for you on your mission?

I have been pondering these thoughts a little bit. I would say the hardest thing about my mission is overcoming the belief that I was supposed to be perfect. And not only that, but that I was supposed to be perfect alone. By myself. We feel the expectations of other people, and I think unhappiness comes from trying to be what others think you should be, and not what God wants you to be. It was a definite hit-myself-in-the-face moment when I actually realized what in the world the atonement is, and that we can't be perfect in this life. There have been hard companions, hard areas, and hard events happen, but I think my internal battle has been the hardest struggle. 

What is your favorite part about Tennessee?

Favorite parts of Tennessee--LIGHTENING BUGS,  SOUTHERN ACCENTS, THE GREEN TREES, THE HUMIDITY, the people I have met, and the people I have seen change. This place has made me feel at home, boy, I just love it. 

And the last one struck me, How did you become so confident?

I was floored by this question, like, you think I am confident? I don't think that. At least I never thought about it like that before. This question kinda stumped me. At the beginning of my mission, the voice of the adversary was so loud in my head. Just saying negative things, and I believed them. And then, as I started to understand the gospel, and God's love, and that He loves me, even in all my funky weaknesses, then his voice started to get louder, and Satans got softer and softer. And I think that's why I am so happy! Life is a journey, but I didn't realize that sometimes I made it a lot harder than it had to be. 

I am grateful for the scriptures. I am grateful for my companion, we are best friends. Golly, she makes me laugh! I am grateful for my time in Franklin. I don't know how much longer I will be here, because transfer calls this week, but there is so much goodness planned this week, so I am ready to rock and roll. I could probably go on, but hey, no one needs too much Sister Frampton rambling anywho!

Have a blessed week.

Love, Sister Frampton

Sister Weeks and Hermana Warner

TIm Johnson