I hope that someone got the reference in the subject title. Please tell me people still know what Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century was.
Anyways...I know my mom is eagerly waiting to find out which part of Florida I am in now..... drum roll....
I jumped from the top of the mission down to the heart of the
mission! I am now smack-dab in the middle of Fort Lauderdale and I am
serving in the Nova Young Single Adult Branch!!! I am
SO excited to be here. I was thrilled to find out I was going to YSA.
That was one of my "mission ambitions"...I really hoped I'd get to serve
in YSA while I was here. Basically, what this means is the people I
work with are all unmarried people between the ages of 18-30! So excited
about it. I am serving with Sister Holyan, who is Navajo and is from
Arizona.
Our area actually covers the whole stake, so we do a lot
of driving because our area is huge. We cover the cities of Ft.
Lauderdale, Plantation, Hollywood, Davie, Lauderhill, and all the other
little ones in between. I absolutely LOVE the area here. It is SO
different from Stuart. I wish I could describe it in a way that you
could picture it. For example, the other night my new comp Sister Holyan
asked where I wanted to eat. She said our options were KFC (fried
chicken), Popeyes (fried chicken), and Church's (fried chicken). I was
like, "Well...fried chicken it is then." And she said, "Girl, you in the
hood now!" Also the way she described the area was by telling me that
the only pictures she sends home are pictures of zone activities with
other missionaries because if she sent home pictures of the houses she
teaches in or the area itself her mom would be on the next flight out
here to take her home. In my few days here we've prayed with a drunk
guy, been catcalled at, seen some punk kid grab a girl in a headlock and
pull out her weave, bought honeydew from an old man on the side of the
road, been kissed on the cheek by said melon man (ugh), eaten legit
Jamaican food, heard a lot of swear words, and seen approximately 5
white people. I love it so much.
I wanted to try and describe dinner at Church's (a chicken
restaraunt), aka the most ghetto experience of my life. I really wanted
to just record it so you could truly experience it. But alas, words will
have to do.
So we go to this little restaurant on Saturday night and it is packed with
people. The lines are so long and we quickly find out why...the
restaurant is out of biscuits! Man, you would have thought the world was
ending the way these people were acting. People were getting maaad
about getting their biscuits. Anyways, we eventually got our food and
sit down to eat it. I'm about to take a bit of food and a huge drop of
water comes down on me...the ceiling is dripping on us! Then some random
little girl with a sticker on her forehead came and sat by us. Some guy
went into the woman's restroom. Then an old man came and sat down by us
to eat. Just everything about it was soo random and ghetto
(including the food! not that good!) and I was just grinning the whole
time. I seriously wish you could have been there to see it.
Even though I am in love with the area, it's no easy task taking
Sister Johnson's spot (she was the sister here before me). She was here
for 7-8 months and so everyone knew her really well and loved her,
especially Sister Holyan. The first few days were actually kind of hard
because Sister H just really wanted Sister J to still be here. The
branch members have all been really welcoming to me but I can tell just
how much they miss Sister J. Hopefully they will all grow to love me
just as much as they loved her.
Oh my gosh, sorry this email is forever long. But I just have so
much to write about! I wanted to write about a miracle that happened on
Tuesday night, my last night up in Port St. Lucie!
One of the members in a different ward had given us a referral on
Sunday of someone who had just moved into our area. She had been really
unsure about sending missionaries to this woman Britain's home, but when
she found out that I was in the area she decided to trust us with the
referral (I know the member's daughter from school.). She told the
elders in her ward about how she really just felt like it was divine
timing and that I was sent there at this time so that I could teach
Britain. When I heard that, I kind of thought that maybe I'd be staying
in the area. But when I found out I was getting transferred, I knew we
had to at least go and find Britain before I left. Maybe I wasn't
supposed to be the one who stayed to teach her, but at least I knew I
needed to find her. So Tuesday night, we went to her street. We weren't
exactly sure if we should just do a regular harvest approach or actually
let her know we were sent...the member wasn't too sure how Britain
would react if she knew we'd been sent to visit her. I'd been praying a
lot to know what to do and was hoping the spirit would help guide us.
Well, we show up to her street and I asked Sis Sheffield to pull out the
post-it where I'd written down Britain's address. Sis. Sheffield just
looked at me and said, "Um...I left it at home..." Oh no! We were on
this really long street and we definitely didn't have time to knock the
whole thing before our next appointment, and we had no idea which house
Britain lived in. I said, "Okay sister, we better offer up some serious
prayers right now." I prayed one of the hardest prayers that I've prayed
on my mission asking Heavenly Father to please guide us to Britain's
house. I told him that even if every other person no the street slammed
their doors in our faces, it would be okay as long as we found her. So
we get out of the car and start walking down the street. We passed a
couple houses because I wasn't really feeling like they were the ones,
and we walked up to the first house that we decided to try. We knock on
the door and this woman answers, and the second she opened the door I
just knew it was her. We started to intro ourselves and she was like,
"Hi, I'm Britain." It was so incredible! She was happy to see us and
invited us to come back a few days later since she had company over at
the moment. I walked away from the house and was just crying because the
experience was so amazing. It was so awesome to see how Heavenly Father
truly led us to her....it was the very first house we knocked on! It
was one of the most powerful experiences of my mission and I am so glad
that Sis. Sheffield left her address at home because we had the
opportunity to truly just rely on the Lord. This truly is His work!
Well, I am excited for this transfer and the miracles we will see
in Nova. I am really trying to work hard on losing myself in the work
and on having enough faith to overcome doubts or fears so that I can
allow miracles to happen. We had a miracle baptism this last weekend and
I've set a goal for us to baptize every single week of the transfer. I
know it can happen! Sis H is very down-to-business and we are going to
do good work here.
Love you all!
Sister Dougal
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