Monday, June 23, 2014

23 June 2014

No Letter

(Updated: Today's letter came via snail mail two weeks later.)

FAMILLE LEYS (How the French people spell our last name here):

Salut!  Donc...j'étais un peu stressée ce matin pendant mon heure d'email (Chiac) parce-que je n'ai jamais le temps pour répondre à toutes mes emails (je suis très très populaire), et parce que j'étais trôp stressée, jai un peu oublié à écrire l'email principale!!! DESOLE!!!  Et s'il vous plaît, pardonnez mon français....

Mais, vous pouvez mettre ce lettre sur ma blog si vous avez le désir.  J'espère que les autres choses sous l'enveloppe* assez bien.

Les e-mails des transfers viennent le dimanche.  Nous sommes un peu nerveuse parce-que les assistants ont nous appellé hier soir pour demander à soeur Olson à nous donner sa témoignage pour la mission leadership council le mardi, et cela veut dire qu'elle soit released de ses responsibilités STL...donc probablement, elle soit transferée.  Ahhhh!  Je pense que Soeur Coleman soit ma nouvelle collègue missionaire.  Mais je ne sais pas vraiment.

There have been a couple experiences on my mission where the Spirit just isn't quite as present as it usually is because for whatever reason, we're dipped into the world more than we'd like to be as missionaries.  It could be because we contact someone who tells us all the on-goings in the world and how messed up things  are, or it could be having to spend more time in front of a screen than I'm used to at this point, or it could be some new song I've never heard come on the radio....  Or seeing people interact with each other disrespectfully throughout our day.  Sister Olson and I were discussing the sick, sad feeling that we get whenever that happens, not just because of the thing that's happening, but also because those things used to be normal and acceptable to us.  It used to be normal and acceptable to have movie marathons at home; or hear about horrible things happening in the world and think it was sad, but normal;  or listen to music that maybe doesn't quite have the best moral message, but listening o it anyway;  or listening to someone put down something you believe in, and not really saying anything;  or watching people argue and being pretty unfazed.

And it's sad that today being "innocent" has such a negative connotation.  Today the world says we should know as much as possible...including all the dirt and filth, and if you don't, you're naive.  We're supposed to keep our eyes open for innuendos and make jokes out of them.  If you feel uncomfortable watching a certain movie, you can't handle it and are a wimp.

Sister Olson and I had a few experiences this week where we were put in situations where we were more vulnerable to things that now aren't ok to us, and we left feeling sad, like my Spirit--created by Father in Heaven-- was hurt by those things.  And we couldn't believe that those things use to be ok and acceptable to us to an extent.  And what changed my mind about it was choosing to live a higher standard.  I'm living higher standards for what movies I watch on my mission than I did at home.  My standard for music is higher on my mission than it was at home.  My standard for conversation topics is higher on my mission than it was at home.  And because of all that, I am normally just blissed out in my clear world where everything is black and white and everything is about my Father in Heaven.  I'm aware of issues going on right now--moral, world, political, and religious--without them consuming me or shaking my anchored faith.  It's always brighter and clearer when your closer to God than to the world.

Je vous aime beaucoup.

TOUTE LE MONDE:  (I'll even put it in English so there's no way you can miss it)  WRITE MORE LETTERS


soeur lewis

* also included in this mailing was a newspaper clipping from the Daily Gleaner in Fredericton--a photo and article about Sister Gochnour and Sister Lewis which I hope to add as soon as I can scan!

worst dinner ever.
The candid shot...
and the not-so-candid shot hahaha
Back at the Bay!

Elder Jason in the background

The elder's climbed the giant rock they weren't supposed to and it was stressing me out
Livin' on the EDGE heh heh heh heh. Note the danger sign

Mon amour... #shesnotfromcanada
Jessica's moooooving out west this week :( :( :(
We went to Amherst to have an extra exchange with the sisters there the other day... There was a baptism that night..... And THIS was on the programs!
Prank from the ward mission leader.... Killed this thing earlier that day and left it there to freak us out. Elder Willoughby threw it at me and I think my heart stopped working. I am so disturbed to know these things exist.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Mon Père

Hello! to family and friends at the end of a really discouraging week. It was really rough. I'm lucky to have a strong companion, supportive mission leaders, and a loving Heavenly Father.

Quote of the week--while grabbing a bite to eat at a members' house with the elders (the members took us to the Hopewell Rocks this morning):
Elder Roberts (quizzing us): "Hey, guess what this dessert is called!"
Sister Taylor (one of the members, from England): "They're butter tarts."
Elder Roberts: "You just gave it away!"
Elder Widdup: "Hmmm.... I think they're called.... butter tarts."
Elder Roberts: "Butter tarts are so good...." (points to a huge plate of cupcakes) "But I have a question, Sister Taylor, what are those called?"
Sister Taylor: "Those? They're... just cupcakes, dear."
He legitimately didn't know they were cupcakes. I couldn't stop laughing (like, seriously, for the rest of the time I broke into laughter every time I looked at the cupcakes). Maybe you had to be there....

Sam's* father won't let her be baptized anymore. We found that out a couple hours after dropping almost all of our investigators because they haven't been progressing. It was really difficult. And that was the cherry on top of a giant sundae full of exhaustion from being in my area so little over the course of the last 3 weeks, training all the sisters in the zone. Honestly, I'm completely exhausted and burnt out. It's amazing how much my testimony has grown of the enabling power of the Atonement. It's through times like this that I really feel prayers strengthen me. I'm feeling pretty darn week and tired right now, and if I didn't have the Atonement, or the divinity of my calling, or the prayers of so many people, I probably would have just buckled. It's very humbling to feel--almost tangibly--a power that's not my own carry me to do more than I can do. So basically we're in for a week of mostly knocking on doors again, and it's going to take extra focus not to lose faith, now that there's no way Sister Olson and I are able to baptize together this transfer like we wanted (they have to come to church a certain number of times before baptism) and now that our area is starting to feel the weight of us being out of it so frequently recently. Not much is going on despite lots of work, and it's hard. But if there's one thing I learned on my mission, I can't lower my expectations because of discouragement. Lowering my expectations weakens my faith.

On another note, I've been giving a lot of thought recently to a couple things that keep coming up and are very related: fathers and the priesthood. Yesterday was Father's Day, and Elder Widdup gave a talk on the priesthood. From what I hear from a member in the ward, there is a LOT of awful things going on in the media right now regarding the priesthood. Our Relief Society lesson was on the oath and covenant of the priesthood, which Sister Burton wrote an article on in the June Ensign. My little brother ordained my other little brother with the priesthood yesterday. And as I've been giving it so much thought the last couple days, here I go vomiting all my thoughts out about it right now:)

I remember when I was a little girl (5, I think), my family went camping with my cousins. From what my 5-year-old memory tells me, we were camping in the middle of tons of rock--not really any trees or anything living. Just lots and lots of rock. It was really hot.

I have a cousin I'm very close to who's about 6 months younger than me who was with us. One day, our dads climbed a smaller "mountain" right near our campsite, and when they got to the top, the two of us watched them and because the clouds behind them were moving so quickly, it looked like they, our dads, were actually moving with the mountain. We thought it was neat, so when they came down, they took us back up with them and from the top, we waved to our little sisters at the bottom so they could see the same thing: us moving on the mountain.

A little while later, my cousin and I decided to go do it again, this time without our dads. We'd seen them do it and wanted to be like them and decided to give it a shot. As we started, it was a little harder without our dads though, and my cousin was smart and turned around to go back down before we got very far. I wanted to get to the top so I could move with the mountain, so I kept going. In fact, I really kept going--I didn't stop for a really long time, and when I stopped to turn around and look at the campsite and show my family where I was, the site wasn't there anymore. It was gone. So I walked a little farther so I find the site. It was gone. I couldn't see them anywhere. I walked for a really long time and I got scared and anxious. I don't know how long I was lost up there for, but it was getting dark. I remember saying a prayer and some time later, my dad found me and carried me back down. In fact, we have a picture of us together that night from after we made it back to the camp site--I'm sitting on top of his shoulders and we have the same exact sober expression on our faces of worry and fatigue. It was a humbling experience that I've thought about a lot because of the heartbreaking attack the world has on dads and their divine roles right now.

I think it's pretty well established now that women and mothers are attacked in the media--we need to be skinnier, we need to look younger, we can't have wrinkles. We have to have perfectly straight teeth and smooth skin. And because of all that, motherhood is downplayed--children limit you. Do what YOU want in life first, before having kids. And sometimes stay-at-home moms are looked down on. And that's all tragic. It's well-accepted that women are attacked.

But I think it's sad the types of ways men are put down too... Women rolling their eyes and making comments about how lazy men are, or how illogical they are, and more. I think that's sad because my dad is my hero.

And the fact is that the family is ordained of God. Men and women are equal, and they are different, and that's the way God intended it to be. And God gives His priesthood authority to men and men only, and that's the way it is. And if the Church ever changed its doctrine according to polls and protests of women wanting the priesthood, then it would me man's church and no longer God's.

Women have special roles and responsibilities like men do. There are reasons God chose women to be mothers. And I think there's a reason God chose men to hold the priesthood.

Melvin J. Ballard describes this incredibly, after relating the story of Abraham and Isaac, and how difficult it must have been for father Abraham to sacrifice his only son:

"Our Father in Heaven went through all that and more, for in His case the hand was not stayed. He loved His Son, Jesus Christ, better than Abraham ever loved Isaac, for our Father had with Him His Son, our Redeemer, in the eternal worlds, faithful and true for ages, standing in a place of trust and honor, and the Father loved Him dearly, and yet He allowed this well-beloved Son to descend from his place of glory and honor, where millions did him homage, down to the earth, a condescension that is not within the power of man to conceive. He came to receive the insult, the abuse, and the crown of thorns. God heard the cry of His Son in that moment of great grief and agony, in the garden when, it is said, the pores of his body opened and drops of blood stood upon him, and he cried out: 'Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me.'

"I ask you, what father and mother could stand by and listen to the cry of their children in distress, in this world, and not render aid and assistance? I have heard of mothers throwing themselves into raging streams when they could not swim a stroke to save their drowning children, rushing into burning buildings, to rescue those whom they loved.

"We cannot stand by and listen to those cries without its touching our hearts. The Lord has not given us the power to save our own. He has given us faith, and we submit to the inevitable, but he had the power to save, and he loved his Son, and he could have saved him. He might have rescued him from the insult of the crowds. He might have rescued him when the crown of thorns was placed upon his head. He might have rescued him when the Son, hanging between the two thieves, was mocked with, 'Save thyself, and come down from the cross. He saved others; himself he cannot save.' He listened to all this. He saw that Son condemned; he saw him drag the cross through the streets of Jerusalem and faint under its load. He saw that Son finally upon Calvary; he saw his body stretched out upon the wooden cross; he saw the cruel nails driven through hands and feet, and the blows that broke the skin, tore the flesh, and let out the life’s blood of his Son. He looked upon that.

"In the case of our Father, the knife was not stayed, but it fell, and the life’s blood of his Beloved Son went out. His Father looked on with great grief and agony over his Beloved Son, until there seems to have come a moment when even our Savior cried out in despair: 'My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?'

"In that hour I think I can see our dear Father behind the veil looking upon these dying struggles until even he could not endure it any longer; and, like the mother who bids farewell to her dying child, has to be taken out of the room, so as not to look upon the last struggles, so he bowed his head, and hid in some part of his universe, his great heart almost breaking for the love that he had for his Son. Oh, in that moment when he might have saved his Son, I thank him and praise him that he did not fail us, for he had not only the love of his Son in mind, but he also had love for us. I rejoice that he did not interfere, and that his love for us made it possible for him to endure to look upon the sufferings of his Son and give him finally to us, our Savior and our Redeemer. Without him, without his sacrifice, we would have remained, and we would never have come glorified into his presence. And so this is what it cost, in part, for our Father in Heaven to give the gift of his Son unto men."

I just feel so blessed when I think about how much our Father loves us--enough to sacrifice His only perfect Son. And it's the priesthood that helps the already-amazing men I know become the type of Father God was to His Son. Elder Holland describes it well:

"When that unspeakable ordeal was finished, He uttered what must have been the most peaceful and deserved words of His mortal ministry. At the end of His agony, He whispered, 'It is finished: ...Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.' Finally it was over. Finally He could go home.

"I confess that I have reflected at length upon that moment and the resurrection which was shortly to follow it. I have wondered what that reunion must have been like: the Father that loved this Son so much, the Son that honored and revered His Father in every word and deed. For two who were one as these two were one, what must that embrace have been like? What must that divine companionship be yet? We can only wonder and admire...

"In that most burdensome moment of all human history, with blood appearing at every pore and an anguished cry upon His lips, Christ sought Him whom He had always sought--His Father. 'Abba,' He cried, 'Papa,' or from the lips of a younger child, 'Daddy.'

"This is such a personal moment it almost seems a sacrilege to cite it. A Son in unrelieved pain, a Father His only true source of strength, both of them staying the course, making it through the night--together."

I wish there was something I could add to the words of Elders Ballard and Holland to perfect them, but there's not. I know that fathers are ordained of God. I know that God has chosen them to hold His priesthood authority. I am grateful for the blessings I receive from God through His priesthood holders. I am grateful I live at a time when the blessings of the priesthood are available to me. I'm grateful for my dad I adore--who loves me and works hard and uplifts me and just wants me to be happy. It's because of my own father and his example that I understand, to a small degree, the love my Heavenly Father must have for me.


Sister Lewis

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Deep breath in... Ok, now back to missionary work!

The most common thing said to me this week:

"Well, you'll have something to write home about!"

I guess the way to go through this crazy week is in chronological order:)

Monday. Had a movie day at the church after grocery shopping. Went knocking the rest of the evening. It was a little cold.

Tuesday. Had district meeting in the morning--the smallest one of my mission! Me, Sister Olson, Elder Widdup, and Elder Nzojibwami. Left immediately after district meeting for PEI, where we exchanged so I was working in Summerside with Sister Tegge (she came out with Sister Gochnour), and Sister Olson would be in Dieppe with Sister Jungheim. Taught lessons, went knocking, it was deathly hot! Lots of street contacting next to the ocean.

Wednesday. Spent the day in Summerside again. Taught an entire lesson to someone who decided that people only need prophets if they don't have a good relationship with God already (sigh), but it was nice to teach her... gave me good practice AND it was outside on a bench next to the ocean. We knocked a lot more and taught a lot more lessons. Taught a drunk lady. Which shall never happen again.

Thursday. We were going to exchange back Thursday night, but Sister Olson called us in the morning to tell us that there was a shooter on the loose in Moncton (about 5km from our apartment) and that President Leavitt had called to tell us we weren't supposed to proselyte. So they were just going to be locked up in the apartment all day anyway, so they decided to come to Summerside (haha... don't worry, President knew). The four of us worked together in Summerside for a while before Sister Olson and I returned to spend the remainder of the day getting work done in the apartment in Moncton. It was actually really boring despite feeling a little bit of anxiety in the situation. But lots of ward members checked up on us to make sure we were safe and inside since they knew we wouldn't find out on our own. We did all the missionary work we could think of, then ate food, then sang and even took a brief nap. It was pretty uneventful, until that night when we heard sirens driving past our apartment several times.

Friday. We found out the shooter had been caught the night before. At 10, we left Moncton with the Bathurst sisters and drove to Halifax! We had a French temple trip set up with all the French members in the mission, so all the French missionaries could come as well. We spent the evening proselyting in Cole Harbour, then went to the temple (although I'd left my wallet with my recommend in PEI... good thing President Leavitt knows me) in French. It was incredible. I loved it. We didn't get to bed until very late that night in the mission home.

Saturday. We had another French session at 9, after studying and eating breakfast in the mission home. After the session, all of us and the French members in the mission went back to the mission home for a luncheon, and we Skyped with Elder Allain Allard (in French) of the 70, which was amazing! We drove back to Moncton that afternoon, taught Nick (who's on date for baptism June 28!), and knocked.

Sunday. Fast and testimony meeting. A bunch of us missionaries bore our testimonies. Sam* came to church and loved it!! She has Young Womens pins and necklaces. She told us that when she gets her Young Womens Medallion, she's going to wear it for eternity and never take it off. I taught the Gospel Principles lesson. Sister Olson and I did sharing time and singing time in primary. It was kind of tiring to do all of it. After church, we talked to families in a park in Dieppe, ate dinner, knocked, and had a very difficult less-active visit with a lady I helped reactivate a year ago when I served here, who has decided to leave the church. It was very difficult.
So there's my crazy week in a nutshell! It's kind of nice to have had such a humbling experience in the area, we know it's softening the hearts of the people here and just preparing them for the gospel. I'm grateful that God has a plan for each of His children, and that He gives us trials and hard experiences to prepare us for even greater things. I'm also grateful for the people who give up everything they have for something they believe in... I'm feeling very blessed for the RCMP officers right about now.

I love you all!!!

Soeur Lewis

Elder Erickson et moi
It was sunny at 8 at night while knocking yesterday!!!!
Spent the day working in Cole Harbour before our temple trip!
"Scared" in our car during the lockdown...Actually just weird-looking.
Les Soeurs Francaises :)
Les missionaires francaises!!!
Soeur Vera et Soeur Coleman (Bathurst), Soeur Olson et moi (Dieppe), Elder Jason (Moncton), Elder Widdup (Dieppe), Elder Woodbury (Bathurst), Elder Waldie (Tracadie), Elder Erickson (Bathurst), Elder Nzojibwami (Tracadie), Elder Fortier (Halifax), Elder Collette (Dieppe)
One of my favourite parts of staying in the mission home :)
Seeing the ocean in Cole Harbour.

Me and my mission baby in Cole Harbour  :)

Flag at half mast in Nova Scotia in honor of the RCMP officers

Driving to Halifax...  This is right next to Amherst

Still in our apartment...  Perfect snack for a crazy day.
One of about 20 thoughtful texts from members who thought of us because we wouldn't find out about the shooting.
We did all the missionary work we could think of during the lock-down, and then we were SO BORED.
Driving through Moncton while the city was on lock-down from the shooting.  It was so deserted.

Made crowns with Sister Tegge in Summerside for a ward activity.
While knocking in summerside...  In Canada the bus drivers just park their buses at their house.  What the heck!
Went on exchanges in Summerside.  One of the elders there served most of his mission in Ukraine until his mission was closed down.  This is my last name spelled phonetically!
Last P-day after grocery shopping, we ate ice cream and watched "Joseph Smith:  The Prophet of the Restoration" together in the family history centre.  We realized we're always sad when we take pictures of us with food, so we decided to continue the tradition.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Viens vers moi


Before I start, I just have to say CONGRATULATIONS to all my friends who are suddenly married.... What the heck!! Seeing the names of some of my closest friends I met when we were 14 or 15, and seeing them changed to different last names now.... That is bizarre. Suffice it to say to all of you who DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME YOU WERE GETTING MARRIED, congratulations several months (or days) late! I'm dying that I couldn't be there for it!!!

Even though I'd much rather be here in Canada right now. Even though you're having fun and being married, I get to work all day and walk everywhere and get called a nun haha! C'est la vie.
This week was great. We really just focused on working hard. It required lots of sacrifice, knocking, stress, knocking, meetings, tracting... The works:)

We were able to have exchanges with the Bathurst sisters this week, which meant that Sister Vera got to come up to Dieppe and work with me for a day! It was really fun and I got to ask her all my French questions and we went knocking for hours in the SUNSHINE!!! It's starting to warm up here finally, I think there were only 2 days last week that were below 15.

Sunday we had stake conference in Fredericton! I loved seeing my Fredericton family again. I thought I was going to explode I was so happy. Not to mention, 2 of the recent converts in Fredericton I knew got sustained to be elders!! It was so exciting. We had a Canada-wide broadcast for most of the meeting and got to hear from President Eyring, Elder Holland, Sister Burton, and Elder Perkins. It was a great meeting and made me proud to be Canadian! ....scratch that, it made me proud to.... have... a Canadian visa... for less than 2 years....... But I still felt good alright.

We had a really cool experience this week. Sister Olson and I have been focusing a lot on building up our teaching pool. One night, we were planning for the day. We began with a prayer, and something clicked as I was saying it, and I realized I really wanted to be guided by the Lord to know where it was we were supposed to be the next day. So I prayed with real intent to have the Spirit with us.

It was my day to lead planning, so I really tried to focus and know what we were supposed to plan for. There was an empty hour in the day that we normally would've just filled with "Riverfront Contacting". But I was focusing extra hard on what I felt we should do, so I concentrated and sought for revelation. And I felt strongly that we should go riverfront contacting anyway. It was an undeniable impression.

So the next day, during the designated hour, we got in the car to drive to the riverfront. As we were driving, we were consistently hitting every red light and it occurred to me that maybe the Lord had a plan for our timing... that maybe there was someone we were supposed to talk to who would only be there for a small window of time. We kept going, and then no one would let me switch lanes when our turn was coming up, so we missed the turn. And then I got the distinct impression that we weren't supposed to go to the riverfront after all.

So I suggested to Sister Olson that we go street contacting on Rue Paul, a nearby street. Which we had decided weeks before was completely ineffective. Very few people were ever out, and it wasn't a great area anyway, and there were so many other places to talk to more people who had their lives in a little more order. And so I knew it sounded stupid. And she did too. But we went street contacting on Rue Paul anyway.

Just like usual, Rue Paul was basically empty. No one was out. But I tried really hard to be sensitive to the Spirit. I said a prayer in my heart while I was looking at the ground, and when I looked up, I saw the bus stop and in passing, thought about maybe going over there.

So I suggested to Sister Olson that we go contacting at the bus stop. Which we had decided weeks before was completely ineffective. Hardly anyone was there, and the people who were there didn't have their lives in order or often weren't accountable. And so I knew it sounded stupid. And she did too. But we went to the bus stop anyway.

We sat down next to one girl who was sitting alone. At this point, it was obvious Sister Olson recognized that my ideas were really bad haha. I did too. I'd thought I was somehow following the Spirit mysteriously, but my idea to come to the bus stop made me wonder if I was just making it up in my head, and I felt pretty embarrassed. And now we were doing really ineffective things and it was kind of ruining our plans. And so I was feeling pretty uncomfortable there, as was Sister Olson, when Sister Olson took a leap of faith and started talking to Sam, which is short for Samantha*.

As it turns out, Sam is 16 and has been looking for a church for a long time. But the only one she had ever looked into was ours. And she's been wanting to go forever, but was too scared to go by herself. So when we explained to her what we do as missionaries, she immediately gave us her address and phone number. Her bus pulled up in the middle of giving us her contact information. The timing was perfect. As she got on, she asked us if she should call us first, or if we'd call her. She had us promise to call her.

She never answered her phone, so two days later we stopped by her house. We taught her. She'd already read all of and said Jesus told her it was all true. Every word we said she ate up and believed and kept saying, "Every time you say something, I just know it's true." She learned on the website that she's a daughter of God and has divine potential. She didn't know that before, but she felt she just knew it was true as soon as she read it. She's determined to get baptized and is just asking for her father's permission. There was a moment where she was suddenly unsure he would give her permission. So she asked, "Even if he doesn't, am I still allowed to go to your church?" It's touching to see someone who wants the truth more than the excitement of baptism. It's exciting to see she's willing to put that much faith into it because Christ gave her the feelings that it was true. It was simple to her. The Lord told her it was true, so she was going to do it, despite the hard things that would come from it.

And so this morning, we were singing the hymn "Viens vers moi" at the beginning of companionship study. The lyrics stood out to me:

Viens vers moi, bien humblement,
Que ton coeur soit maintenant
Plonge dans le souvenir;
Sache que j'ai du souffrir.
C'est pour toi qu'il a coule,
Mon sang qui t'a rachete,
Quand mon corps etait en croix,
Portant du peche le poids.
Dans ce pain beni des lors,
Vois l'embleme de mon corps;
Dans cette eau pure ou ce vin,
Celui de mon sang divin.
Souviens-toi de ma douleur
Pour racheter le pecheur.
Sur la croix, Jesus, ton Roi,
A souffert la mort pour toi.

And the lyrics are so much prettier than they are in English! Haha. But they really just struck me. I thought about Sam and how she has this pure, young desire to just do what CHRIST wants, not what her parents want, or what all her friends want, or what we want as her missionaries. She just wants to do what He wants. And she's so young and desires to change so much that when I sang that song this morning, I couldn't help but think about her. It's a blessing to be able to testify of the Saviour like that. I felt like just telling her those words (and this will be a lose translation, sorry):

Come to me, humbly,
That your heart is now
Immersed in the memory;
Know that I had to suffer.
It is for you that he ran,
My blood has redeemed you,
When my body was on the cross,
Carrying the weight of sin.
In this blessed bread then,
See the emblem of my body;
In this pure water or this wine,
That of my divine blood.
Remember my pain
To redeem the sinner.
On the cross, Jesus, your King,
Suffered death for you.

The lyrics struck me has powerful and beautiful, and then I realized that that's exactly what I get to teach people all the time. I get to ask them to come to Christ. I get to tell them that their Saviour suffered on the cross for them. I'm grateful that even though I thought I was nuts for a while haha, I did follow the really subtle promptings of the Spirit, that we were able to exercise faith to find Sam, and that I get to be a part of teaching her all these things.

Yep, I love it here. This is a privilege I'll never get again. Yeah, I can handle my friends getting married while I get called a nun over here, if I get to know what it feels like to testify to these people of their Saviour:)


Sister Lewis

While knocking... The Fortiers must be GOLDEN heh heh heh get it? Man I'm good
Saw the Belucci* family at stake conference in Fredericton yesterday!!!