I CAN'T DENY IT, NEITHER DARE I DO IT!

I'm learning how to drive stick shift, finally. The only thing is, learning to drive stick is not as cute as it is portrayed in the movies. In the movies you see an attractive male teaching an equally attractive female how to change gears. He puts his hand on her hand, and they lurch forward and laugh at each other. All this is happening while a happy/romantic song plays in the background. Well, Sister Woolf and I didn't really talk while I was learning, and I picked it up really fast, so it wasn't cute. It was just normal.

This week we had Zone Conference, so we had to go into Kingston on Friday, early in the morning. President Hendricks leaves this week, and our new mission president, President Brown (the first Jamaican mission president), is going to be starting. Anyways, it was an excellent Zone Conference. President Hendricks told the coolest stories. He is a great man, and I am sad to see him leave, but I am excited to meet my new mission president! I had to bear my testimony at the conference, I always love doing that! There was an Senior Couple missionary Elder that bore his testimony, and what he said was so powerful. He said he was a former Lutheran and Scientist. He had so many doubts when he was investigating the church. He doubted the existence of God, and also wondered why having a "true" church even mattered. He said that as he learned more, the Holy Ghost bore witness to him, and comforted him. It reminds me in Joseph Smith History how he says, "I knew it, and God knew it, and I could not deny it, neither dared I do it."

As a missionary you have great lessons, but more often, you have lessons that are absolute train wrecks. This doesn't happen because I am a bad missionary or a terrible teacher, it really just depends on whether the person is genuinely interested or not. Well this week, we were teaching a lady the first lesson, and she was so distracted the entire time. At the end I asked her how she felt about Joseph Smith, and she responds, "Well, I don't remember reading about him in the Bible, but I know everything the Bible says is true." Um... Okay, well Joseph Smith isn't in the Bible. We told you, this happened about 200 years ago. A return Jamaican missionary was telling us, if they don't grasp the basic concepts of what you just said simply, they were not paying any attention and they are not interested. It's annoying, but eh, so it goes.

Christina is doing great! We have July 6th as her baptismal date, but it will be an absolute MIRACLE if she actually goes through with it. I have no doubt in my mind that Christina will be baptized. I just know she will, but I don't think July 6th will be that day. I do have faith, trust me, but I am trying to have more faith in God's will, rather than what I want to happen. Christina just doesn't think she will be ready by that day, but we have it as a goal, just so we can work towards something. Anyways, we had her watch the restoration DVD, and she wanted to borrow it. She watched it about 3 times in a 48 hour period, before we went and saw her again. I am always so baffled at her progress each time we visit her. I can feel her testimony growing. I don't know when Christina will be baptized, because I don't know what she wants, and I don't know what God wants, but I do feel so much satisfaction sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ with her. If anything, I am planting a seed that she will hopefully, never be able to deny.

I was able to get a blessing from the Branch President last night. Oh man, it was a tender moment for me. I haven't had a blessing for a few months, and I really needed one. We as missionaries have been encouraged to get one from our Branch Presidents so we can build a foundation of trust and unity with them. I probably needed that blessing more than he did though. It was just amazing what he said. It was everything I needed to hear. I felt the the spirit so strong, I started to cry. I could not stop. I probably made everyone in the room feel uncomfortable, but the emotion of truth being manifested unto me was overwhelming. I just know that God's power and authority is on this earth. I CAN'T DENY IT, NEITHER DARE I DO IT.

I am so happy that everyday I get to wear my missionary name tag on my chest that boldly says, "JESUS CHRIST." I am wearing His name on my chest. But, more importantly, I am learning how to wear His name in my heart.

Love, Sister Pitt

22 Elder 1 Van

Correlation Meeting

God Be Praised

Jumping in Jamaica

Awe ... SO Cute!

Crazy Week!

This week was crazy. I don't even know where to start... I'll just start from the beginning (last week Monday). Every Monday we go eat at a members house and participate in Family Home Evening with them. I had the pleasure of eating COW FOOT this week. Did I say pleasure? What I really meant to say was, HORROR. Is it bad that I asked the lady who made it for us to retrieve a napkin for me, while I picked it up and threw it in the bush? What they don't know won't hurt them, right? I promise, I tried it, I just could not swallow it. It's basically like tough gelatin. Yum!

We were walking in Linstead this last week, and I had to dodge a lady and I split open my toe. It's totally fine, it was just bleeding everywhere, and I asked a woman at the post office for a tissue or napkin and she pulls it out of her pocket. I'm pretty sure it was clean. Anyways, some Elders were calling us to ask us a question, and when I told them that my toe was all bloody, they got all concerned. I was all like, "It's just a minor flesh wound." (Monty Python reference, by the way).  

Zone meeting was this week. The Zone Leaders told us to only write spiritual things home. HA HA. As the ancient native Hawaiians like to say, "Ainokea." I'm sorry, so much fun stuff happens out here, so my letters are usually half and half. Zone meeting was really great. I learned a lot about how to be a better missionary. After that, I went on a trade-off with one of the Sister Training Leaders. Her name is Sister Bezzant and she came to Linstead. So, I was in charge of Linstead for 24 hours. Yikes. The Lord really was on my side, because everything worked out perfectly. I was so nervous because Sister Woolf and I usually make decisions together, but I had to do this on my own. While Sister Bezzant was here, we were driving down a dirt road, and there was a goat that would not move in the middle of the road. We couldn't go around it, so I had to get out, in the pouring rain and move the goat. I wish I could have gotten that on film, because I probably looked ridiculous. Speaking of goats, the people we live with have goats, and a baby goat was born this week. It is so cute. I hate big goats. I like baby goats. 

Our investigator, Christina, is just so awesome. This week she got into a car accident! She is fine, just a little scraped up and sore. We went to the hospital and made her a get well soon card. She calls us to read with her from the Book of Mormon. She even asked us to say a prayer with her over the phone. AND she came to church with a neck brace on and a bandage on her head. During class she turns to me and says, "I want to be baptized." WHOA. HOLD THE PHONE. She was expressing a few concerns, but we are going to visit her this week to help her understand more and set a date with her. She is so ready for the gospel. She brought a friend with her to church. She has showed her mom the Book of Mormon and scriptures in it that talk about Jesus Christ. She even gave her mom a Gospel Principles book and her mom reads it everyday. Christina is too perfect! We haven't known her that long, but she is already a great friend of ours. The coolest thing is, that we would have never met her if we didn't happen to visit this one guy, who clearly wasn't interested, but we still felt like we needed to see him. While we were talking to him, she just showed up! Sister Woolf and I have been praying for those who are prepared and willing to hear the Gospel, and we found Christina. Prayers really are answered. Honestly, I don't feel like I am even doing anything. She really is in the Lord's hands. Heavenly Father put her in our path, and she is doing everything she needs to do to learn more. I just love her so much!

Yesterday, after church, Sister Woolf had to go to the hospital, because she was having an allergic reaction to something! She went to the doctor, and then she had to lay down at home the rest of the day. I fell asleep as well, and I guess I didn't realize how tired I was, because I was out. I also slept the entire night. Maybe I needed the rest as well, but weirdly, I felt so guilty. I had an excuse, because I can't do anything without my companion. She doesn't seem to be getting better, but hopefully today, the more rest will help her. 

What else happened? Hmm, I got to play soccer a.k.a football with a bunch of Jamaican teeenage boys for a church activity. It was so fun. I am so out of shape... The next day I could barely move I was so sore. It was well worth it. One of the boys asked if I had played before, and as a joke I told him no. He got all worried. 

Okay well, I will leave off on a spiritual note. I've been reading all the April Conference talks and I love this quote by Elder Uchtdorf:

"Even after the darkest night, the Savior of the world will lead you to a gradual, sweet, and bright dawn that will assuredly rise within you."

Whoa. That is beautiful. God loves us. Because of his love, he sent his son. Jesus Christ is the life and light of the world. Only through Christ can we find peace, hope, and light. I've seen a lot of people facing struggles out here, I love knowing that they will find rest if they put their trust in the redeemer of all mankind. 

Love,

Sister Pitt

Brother Clarke

Cow's Foot

It Always Rains in Jamaica

Mama Davis

Here Comes 'TROUBLE'!

Everyone in Jamaica has a real name and then a yard name. A yard name is basically a nick name, but more based on your personality. Sister Woolf's yard name is 'Excitement.' Somehow, I have been given the name, 'Trouble Maker' or 'Trouble' for short. It's mainly because I keep trying to scare the Branch President by hiding behind a wall then popping out and screaming at him. Hey, girls just wanna have fun. Speaking of fun, Sister Woolf told me that she didn't know a mission could be fun until I became her companion. (I'm not trying to sound cocky or anything, by the way haha). I thought it was the best compliment ever. I hope I can always maintain a positive and fun attitude while I'm out here. 

This week, a lot happened, but at the same time, not much. I mainly can't remember this week. It was a blur. We met this guy named Andre, who we thought was really cool, at first... Apparently he used to have his green card for the U.S. and he was even in the military. He went to Bosnia during that war that Bill Clinton stopped. But, he got deported back here to Jamaica. I'm not sure what he did to get sent back here... He told Sister Woolf and I that he has died seven times, and God keeps bringing him back to life. He also rapped for us. I got it on film, but sadly I can't show any of you. Jamaicans are so willing to sing for the camera. Anyways, we probably are not going to teach him anymore, because he is crazy, and we just get a weird feeling from him. 

So, I'm not trying to brag or anything, but we are teaching a girl who is related to Bob Marley. I'm not even joking. Her name is Christina, and it's not like a super close relation, but she is. Christina is amazing. She told us when she was little she was extremely sick, and she would pray all the time to help her get through the hard times. She said she told God that she would search to find the truth. Christina has been to so many different churches, but says none of them feel right. We taught her, gave her a Book of Mormon, and invited her to church. We only met her a week ago, and she has already started reading, and she wanted to come to church. We taxied with her, which was extremely fun. Only in Jamaica would you be smashed in a cab with a man with dreads driving, reggae music playing, and the guy next you reeking of marijuana. Anyways, Christina told us she loved church! She is awesome and so willing to listen and learn. We have been developing a great friendship with her. Pray for Sister Woolf and I as we work our hardest to help her progress in the Gospel!

I don't feel like I have much to say today! I guess I'll just leave on this thought: So, we were singing the song, "I Hope They Call me on a Mission," with a family out here. I was thinking about how in primary I used to sing it loud with all the other children. At that time, I never in my wildest imagination thought I would actually serve a mission and be in Jamaica, of all places. It's just crazy to think back to that moment, and realize what has become of me. I'm so grateful to be out here. I am grateful for the gospel. I am grateful for the love that I have for the people here. They are all so amazing, and unique. Today is my two month mark, that went so fast... 

I've grown more spiritually and mentally in this two months than any other time in my life. It took me 20 years to get to where I was, and then two months to have it all changed, for the better.

Love,

Sister Pitt

Christina! She's related to this guy!

Beautiful Jamaica!

Sister Reid

Life is Good!

I had the most miserable dream the other night. In my dream, I had finished my mission, all 18 months. I was at the airport completely devastated because, for some reason I could only remember the first 6 months of my mission, and the last year of it was gone. I tried so hard to remember the last year, and I just couldn't. In my dream I started sobbing. I was so angry that I had to go home without being able to recollect a single memory. When I woke up I was so overcome with stress. Thank heavens it's only been six weeks of my mission. The dream really made me think about how I need to savor every moment over the next 16 months. (On the 10th of this month will be my 2 month mark). The dream really made me realize how short my time is here, and how I need to really do my absolute best. This all made me sad for a moment, but after I contemplated the meaning of it, I realized that it was there to tell me that this is where I am supposed to be. Never in my life have I been so sure of anything. I'm so glad I had that dream to reaffirm my decision to be here. 

Sister Woolf and I got transfer calls, and we will be staying together for another 6 weeks here in Linstead! I'm so glad, mainly because I still haven't started driving, but every other girl that came at the same time as me has. It's not because I didn't want too, but I think our mission president forgot or something. There could be a possibility that I may be a Trainer come July... The reason for this is because there are so many new girls coming in. I don't know if I will, but there is a huge chance I could be.  

So, I finally got everything figured out at the police station! Hallelujah. You know in George of the Jungle when Ursula is found by George and her annoying boyfriend goes to the police to report the crime? "URSULA HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THE WHITE APE!" Anyways, that police station, with all the men speaking Swahili, is exactly what the police station here in Linstead is like. You can't understand them, they all sit together and laugh at you. It's ridiculous. BUT, I finally got my police report. Now, I am no longer an illegal alien in Jamaica! 

So, I guess in Jamaica, it's a compliment to be called 'fat.' Anyways, Sister Woolf has been called fat about 4 times this week, and it is odd because she is way thinner than I am. She has been getting really upset about it. But, think of how I feel! Someone much skinnier than I, is being called fat. I feel like a whale. But, I guess they are just poking fun at her because she came here way skinnier. She looks the same to me, super thin, but whatever, Jamaicans are crazy. Last night we had 2 dinner appointments. Both plates were heaping with food. If I come home fat, you know the reason. I try my hardest not to eat that much during the day if I know we have to go eat dinner somewhere. They just feed you so much, it makes me want to puke. Speaking of puking, I almost did the other day eating at a members house. I seriously could not swallow her food. I had to eat it like I was taking a pill. Bleh. But I survived!

During our morning run, I heard an old cowboy song. It was blasting from a nearby house. I think it was Willie Nelson or somebody from that era of country music. It made me so nostalgic. It was so funny to me that Jamaicans had country music playing. Usually it's reggae music or the Alisha Keys song, "This girl is on fiyaaaaaaa..." (That is the only part of the song I know). They also frequently play Beyonce, so I get into my groove thang when walking down the street. Beyonce is my home girl. Since we can only listen to churchy music, I have never found so much comfort in Hymns. I sing them all the time, even though I am awful at singing. Come Thou Fount has become a personal favorite along with Lead Kindly Light. I just love the words to them, they make me feel so comforted. Sister Woolf has some EFY CD's, which I absolutely hated at first, but now I know all the words. 

Okay, well now I have some great, fabulous, amazing NEWS! I left it for last. We had our first baptism! Bryan Anthony Hogarth. 26 years old. I haven't been teaching Bryan from the beginning, but I really was happy to be a part of him getting to the waters of baptism. It was awesome, but also so stressful. Let me tell you, Satan did not want this man to be baptized. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong! It was crazy, and hectic, but in the end, it all worked out. The biggest stress was the font. Sister Woolf and I went super early to fill the font, but the water pressure was so low! His baptism was supposed to be at 6 p.m. but, we ended up having it at around 8! The water was still so low that the Elder that baptized him had to kneel, and Bryan had to sit. When he was finally immersed under the water, I felt so much joy. Bryan has found the truth. He has found what millions of people around the world are looking for. He has found the key to happiness! I can't even express to you how ecstatic I was about this! I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry. I'm being dramatic, but seriously, he has taken the first step! He is on the road to exaltation, and if he can endure, he will receive his place in Heaven. Bryan was so happy. He said he felt like he was walking on clouds. The next day when he received the Holy Ghost was also so sweet. I could just see the joy in his face. I am so grateful to be apart of this work. I am so glad I got to be a mouthpiece for the Lord. Just seeing this all happen, makes my faith in Christ grow stronger. I'm speechless, but at the same time, I could go on forever. 

Family, I miss you. I really do. I think about you often, but not enough to the point of homesickness. I mainly think about how joyous the reunion will be in late 2014. I also think about all the Doctor Who episodes I need to catch up on when I get home... Well, 16 more months to go makes me feel relieved. I've got so much to learn, so much to do, and hopefully so many people to help! Read the scriptures, do what is right, pray always, never be sad, always be joyful, go to church, sing some songs, watch the sunset, let chocolate melt in your mouth. LIFE IS GOOD. Yes, I won't deny that there are so many people facing trails in the world, but with the Gospel of Jesus Christ, all man kind can find ways to escape those trials. LIFE IS GOOD. Enjoy it.

Love,

Sister Pitt

BAPTISM!

Bryan Anthony Hogarth

Waiting for the Font to Fill Up

Talking With Bryan Before His Baptism

NO Printer to Print a Program

In Front of the Church with Tiana and Sister Woolf

Coin Kallie Sent Me

FINALLY Got to See Sister Savage

Never a Dull Moment!

This week was a roller coaster. The strangest thing is that whenever I feel down, I still feel happy. Whenever I feel like everyone is against us, I still feel on top of the world. I pray every single day to have a positive attitude and to be joyful. I've never been so glad in such awkward or heartbreaking situations before. Sister Woolf and I were talking about how in Alma, Ammon is SO joyous about the Gospel. There is a point he is so happy that he FAINTS. He is preaching and all of a sudden he is overcome and it says he falls to the Earth. For some reason we thought that was the funniest thing ever. Who knew that the scriptures would make me laugh so hard. Just imagine talking about something, being so excited and all of a sudden you just fall. HAHA... It's not really that funny... You had to be there.

Sister Woolf and I drive a truck, so we started doing this thing where we drive extremely slowly and just start talking to people walking on the street. We just roll up and are like, "Hey, what is your name?!" I have never felt more like a stalker in my life. When we go street contacting, you are pretty much analyzing people to see if they will talk to you. We have met the funniest people while doing this. Every day is a riot. Sometimes when we get lost, Sister Woolf will say, "Where are we?" and I will be like, "Oh my gosh... ARE WE IN JAMAICA? How did we get here?" Seriously though, I ask myself that question every single day. How did I get to this point in my life? How did I end up choosing to do this? I really don't know. It all feels like it happened so fast. I still can't believe I am here. I don't know when reality will set in. I don't know when I'll start yearning for home, but thus far, everything is alright.

I HATE JAMAICAN POLICE STATIONS. They are so slow. I've been there so many times trying to get my police report for my lost passport, and they take forever. They all know Sister Woolf and I now, because I just sit there complaining until someone helps me. And when they finally do, they try to tell me what I need to do, and I'm all like, "No, no, you are not listening. I NEED this, NOW." I am finally getting the letter from the police station sometime today or tomorrow. I wish Mom were here to just do it for me, hahaha! Oh what a luxury that was. But, as for now, I am still an illegal alien here. It's fine though because I have my passport, I am just waiting on the letter so I can get my work permit stamped in it. 

So on Wednesday, we had our District meeting. It was awesome. It always lifts my spirit and makes me so positive. The AP's came out and they helped us get our oil changed after the meeting. Apparently the car place rips people off, especially women, so we made sure to have Elders with us to check everything. It was fun because our District, Zone Leaders, and the AP's all went out to this fast food place called Tastee's, which has really good meat patties. When we walk down the street, we are all white, except for two of the Elders, so everyone stares at us. It's a parade. I immediately thought, "The Mormons are coming!" Because, we really were. 

During the week, our District leader, Elder Hefner called us to give us a referral. At the end of the conversation he asked us to grab our white handbook. He said to turn to page 35. Page 35 talks about how you are not allowed to change a child's diaper. He was all like, "Sister's, I hate to say this, but we've been getting some complaints about you changing diapers..." Sister Woolf and I started freaking out. We were like, "ARE YOU KIDDING? We are not doing that! They are lying. THEY HATE US. This is so stupid.!" We ranted for about 5 minutes until Elder Hefner was all like, "I'm just kidding." Then we screamed at him for a little while. The reason why this prank worked out so well was because Elder Hefner is so serious, and he has this very mature demeanor, so we didn't see this joke coming at all. He got us so good, and we've been laughing about it all week. 

There is never a dull moment here. Especially when crazy rasta men want to sing and dance for you. I wish I could show you all the video of it. It was so funny, that I started crying. I was laughing SO hard. I guess you will all get to see it in a year and a half. This man was seriously insane. But, it made my day. Also, Jamaica is so beautiful. It is gorgeous out here. The other day we had to drive to this less active who lives about 35 minutes away. The drive was stunning. The mountains are huge and round. Everything is green. There are huge valleys of corn and sugar cane. The road we drive on is canopied with vines and trees. It was amazing because on the way back, the sun was setting, and it was coming through the trees. It was glorious. It reminded me of the scripture, "Everything denotes that there IS a God." The beauty of this place was a tender mercy for me, because when I saw it, I wasn't having the greatest day ever. It also solidified my belief in God even more. I'm just baffled at how all of this was made. 

Yesterday, Sunday, was an interesting day. One of the Elders in our area got a kidney stone, so they had to borrow our truck. We had to walk to our appointments, but for some reason, it turned out to be the best day ever. We met with these two young girls, who we committed to baptism. They said yes! We had dinner at a members house, and we made it to their house, right before a big rain storm. By the time we left, the rain had stopped. When we were walking, our Mission President drove by, and picked us up. Everything worked out so perfectly, even though we had to walk so far. It was also super fun because we had a member, Tiana (18 year old, preparing for a mission), with us. I thought about Cameron on his mission walking up to 10 miles or more in one day! What an inspiration. 

Overall, not much else to say. I'm excited for this coming week. This Friday, someone from the Quorum of the Seventy's is coming to our Zone Conference. I will get to see Sister Savage! I'm so happy. We get to drive out to Kingston and see all the missionaries here in Jamaica. There are about 80 of us. This last week was great, and hopefully this week will be even better.

Family, I miss you tons. Have fun with our annual Memorial Day traditions! <3

LOVE,

SISTA PITT

All the Fruit the People Gave Us!

Crazy Rasta Man Who Danced for Us

District

Elder Nugent! He's Famous, his grandfather was the first member in Jamaica  to be baptized.

He Came Up With the Pose.

In Court With The Elder Who Lost My Passport

Sister Woolf and I

Time and Patience

It's so ironic that I live in a place called, "Time and Patience," yet I lack both of those things. 

This week has been... let's just say a struggle. A struggle with missionary work, but everything else has been super hilarious. We are just struggling with investigators mostly. Almost all of them are not keeping any commitments. It's rough, but I mean, I still feel extremely positive. Every time we see someone I always think to myself, 'This is it! This is the time where they read from the Book of Mormon,' But alas, we always end up a bit disappointed. I have been giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, which I will continue to do, and maybe one of these days I will be surprised! "The sun will come out tomorrow!" -Little Orphan Annie.

There are so many bugs, everywhere. Especially after it rains. Sister Woolf and I were driving and there was this huge bug flying around in the truck. She screamed, I screamed, we all screamed for ice-cream. We shrieked and laughed for 10 minutes, and I think we probably killed the bug from excessive noise. We have way too much fun. We have two CD's that we listen to all the time, and we have been getting SO sick of them. Soooo, we end up singing Disney songs at the top of our lungs, without any music. If we get bored of Disney songs, we sing Phantom of the Opera. That's when it gets CaRaZyyyy. 

So, last week P-Day, we went to Spanish Town to buy groceries, because they have an actual grocery store, with like a checkout that beeps, shopping carts, and all that amazing good stuff. They also have a bigger selection of American things, which are a bit more expensive, but not bad. Anyways, I was craving mexican food, because I had totally forgot about Cinco De Mayo. I bought all the ingredients for homemade tortillas and stuff, and viola! I made it, all by myself. Dad, be proud of me. Sister Woolf and I were in heaven. It was nice to have a break from strange meats and 5 HUGE cups of rice. 

A common occurrence in Jamaica: Seeing women's breasts. We were going to go visit this lady named June and she was completely topless. She just talked to use half naked for about five minutes. Awkward. I didn't know what to do, where to look, etc... Often when we are teaching, a woman will just whip out her bosom and start breast feeding. I'm just like, WHOA THERE. I'm being dramatic, it's not bad, but I can't even imagine how awkward it would be if I was an Elder and that happened. No shame these people have. It's also weird because almost no one here wears a bra or shaves their pits or legs. I am almost tempted to not shave my legs either, because I hate shaving, but NO I will not give into temptation. 

I got to go to Ocho Rios on Wednesday for District meeting! Ocho Rios is a tourist town. I saw so many white people! It was like Christmas. We ate at Burger King. I know I've only been out a month, but I gave some good praises to that hamburger. I don't think I've ever thanked the Lord so much for a crappy fast food meal. It was glorious. Mmm, normal tasting ketchup. District meeting was fantastic. I learn SO much when I go to those things. The worst thing is that we realized that there are a huge chunk of our investigators we have to drop because they are just not serious and not progressing. We've been trying our hardest, but they are just not ready to receive the Gospel. They are not elect. So, this next week we are devoting our week to FINDING. We are going to get as many referrals from members as possible and just contact. Hopefully out of 100 people we talk to, one will need this in their life immediately. With everyone else, it's seed planting time. Maybe someday in the future, they will be ready. I hope so.

OH. THE WORST, MOST AWKWARD THING. So, Sister Woolf and I were at the Police Station, apparently I had to report my lost Passport, no one told me. Anyways, I was doing that, and this creepy guy wanted to talk to Sister Woolf in private. She said no. He kept trying to get her to stand up. I think somewhere in the conversation, I said we are companions, we can't be seperate, and he took it like we are lesbians. HAHA, we were like, "No no no no no! That's not what we meant." Anyways, I pretty much told the guy off. I was like, "She is not interested. Leave us alone. GOODBYE." And it was so annoying, because none of the police officers where doing anything. They just laughed. Speaking of lesbians.... I GOT HIT ON ONE. AT CHURCH. AT CHURCH of all places. What the heck. I was sitting in the pews, and there was this girl that kept trying to get my attention. I waved and smiled because she just looked like she wanted to say hi. She kept trying to get my attention. After church, she comes up to me and says, "I like you." In a creepy whisper. I was like, "Oh that is nice, as a friend right?" Then she just stared at me and shook her head no. I mean, nothing against lesbians or anything, but seriously, at church?! 

Last night, our car broke down. The oil light turned on a few days ago, but you know us girls, we didn't think anything about it. We were teaching a recent convert a lesson, and then it wouldn't start. We immediately called the branch president, and he dropped everything he was doing and came to our rescue with his neighbor! It is so comforting to know we always have help. Especially being in a weird country, it is nice to know that friendly people are only a phone call away. It's like whenever I see a member of the church here, I feel so safe and comforted. Whenever I see the Elders, I immediately feel like a stress relief because I'm like, normal people! hahaha, I'm still getting used to everything out here, but I'm slowly getting better. 

Overall, everything is great. One investigator Bryan, has a baptismal date, hopefully everything works out. I can't believe it's already Monday again. Another week. Another day, another dollar. Except, no dollars, because we don't make money. Everyone is great here, they give us so many mangoes. I don't really like the mangoes here because they are stringy, but it's nice that they do that. This one investigator we have gave us fresh grown corn! It was so good eating it. 

I'm in 3rd Nephi right now, in the Book of Mormon. There is this scripture that I just love. 3rd Nephi 11:14. "Arise and come forth unto me, that ye may thrust your hands into my side, and also that ye may feel the prints of the nails in my hands and in my feet, that ye may know that I am the God of Israel and the God of the whole earth, and have been slain for the sins of the world." I had like a little epiphany after I read this, of the day I will be able to see Christ, feel his scars, and just be filled with complete joy. I think a little tear came to my eye. It is a beautiful thought, to know that Christ has redeemed my soul, and someday, I will be able to thank him for that. 

I love you all, I miss you all. I will keep working hard, laughing a lot and choosing to do the right thing.

-Sister Pitt

Sunset in Jamaica

Corn!!!

Important Black Men

Mexican Meal

Rastaman

A Street Performer

Where we run in the mornings

Fun Facts!

Fun fact #1: Our investigator has a huge garden of marijuana. 

Fun fact #2: I took a picture next to it holding a "Word of Wisdom" pamphlet. (Is that sacreligious?)

Every day here is so random. Nothing is consistent, except our studies and when we come home at night. Every day we have to deal with people canceling on us, hiding from us, hitting on us, or pretending to be interested. But, it always turns into the most hilarious situation. Jamaican people are so weird sometimes. They are late for everything. (Jamaican time is way later than Hawaiian time. I never thought that was possible.) We have some good investigators, don't get me wrong. But, we have more obnoxious investigators than good ones, so it is easy to only think of the crazy ones. 

This week a baby peed on my shoes. I took them off at the door, and she started playing with them. Apparently, people can't afford diapers here. So, this baby peed on my shoes. My reaction was, "Your kid just peed on my shoes..." (I think I said it in a kind of grossed out/rude voice. haha) The mom didn't even say sorry, she just wiped it up. I walked around barefoot the rest of the day, and later I poured Purrell all over them. Ahhaha. I wonder what my mission president would think of me being barefoot while proselyting. I actually don't think he would be upset about it. This mission is a hard working mission, but it is also extremely laid back in some aspects. 

I have learned that the quickest way to have a prayer disrupted is to hear a dog getting hit by a car. Not only that, to have it screaming/crying at the top of it's lungs for a few minutes. And then, the owner coming and taking a machete to it's throat, to put it out of it's misery. Our investigator was praying and it was a spiritual moment, and then SATAN had to come ruin it. Hahaha, gosh darn it. It was so gross, and I felt sick after that. The worst part was that afterwards, a member fed us turkey neck, and all I could think about was the dog getting hit by the car. 

Speaking of turkey neck, Jamaican food is getting weirder and weirder as time goes on. A member, Sister Wallace, cooked us PIGS TAIL. Like the literally curly part of the tail. Oh my goodness. I just about died. I tried it and could not swallow it. She wasn't in the room where we were eating it, so I had a plastic bag and Sister Woolf and I stuffed it all into the bag. I then hid it. I've also eaten so many different meats, I am afraid to even ask what they are. I assume most of it is goat, because there are hundredssss of goats here. 

We had Zone meeting this last week. It was Sister Woolf and I and about 30 Elders. It was so good, and I learned so much from the Elders. It's hard not to feel inadequate compared to them, but I have been learning to not compare myself to others. Everyone is at a different level in life, everyone is learning and growing in a different way. I think the biggest thing I've been working on out here is developing Christlike attributes. Sister Woolf actually inspired this. We work on different ones each week. It is either patience, kindness, love, charity, etc... It is amazing that the more we become like Christ, the easier it is to love those we teach. The more we become like our savior, the easier it is to feel his spirit and teach his children. Also, the more you become like Christ, the better your life will become. If this isn't a universal truth, then it should be. Everyone needs to know this!

We were having dinner at a members house, and we gave a little spiritual thought, then played a game. It is amazing how just by having the Gospel in the home, you can feel the spirit and love that each family member had for each other. It is considerably different from teaching in a home without it. Not that those who don't have the Gospel are bad, or they are doing wrong, it's just the bond and connection they have made through Christ is so evident. For a minute, I felt like I was at home, with my family. I loved it so much, and I want to give everyone in the world the chance to be able to feel that spirit of God in their own homes.When we teach investigators that the Gospel of Jesus Christ blesses families, we are not lying. It significantly improves families. I have seen it so much in just this month that I've been on my mission.

Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers out there! It was so good to skype home and see my family crowded in my bedroom. There are so many mothers here, so Sister Woolf and I have been teaching people about our mothers and explaining how their good example has influenced our lives. We are telling them that if they choose to do what is right, and choose to follow the Savior, their kids will grow up extremely strong. I am so thankful for my mom. I love her with my whole heart. She has given me everything. Without her help with paperwork, doctors appointments, buying me things, I WOULD NOT BE HERE. Also, if she hadn't given birth to me, I wouldn't be here. Haha. It's the truth. 

Oh, and everyone here thinks they can sing. You can just be like, "Sing me a song!" And they will make up on the spot a song. This recent convert, Conrad, sang us a song about moms. It was the most off-pitch song. SO funny. I was trying so hard not to laugh. I filmed it. Hopefully someday I can show you all. The funniest part was he was so serious. He closed his eyes and was like, "Mommmmmm mommmm mommm! I loooOOooveee you..." It's still stuck in my head. I can't believe I'm saying this, but even I am a better singer than some Jamaicans. 

Family, I love you all so much. I miss you. Cameron, your beard is looking mighty fine. I bet all the ladies love it. Kristin, I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR WHERE YOU ARE HEADED ON YOUR MISSION! Kayla, good luck with May Day and graduation from 6th grade! Mom and Dad, you two are perfect parents, keep it up.

Friends, I miss all y'all. Peace be da journey.

Respect,

Sister Pitt

Marley And Me!

Questionable Meat????

JAMAICA

Colorful Map of Jamaica

Natural Pink Carpet

Weed Of Wisdom hahaha!