I'm So Blessed To Serve In JAMAICA!

Funniest thing that happened this week: President Brown speaking patios in our role play at zone conference... I didn't even know he could, but I guess he is Jamaican. He is just so dignified and eloquent, that I could never imagine it. (Nothing against patios, because I love it, but it was just so hilarious to listen to him). Also, this week we met a less active member. His family is active, but he decided to become a reggae artist. His stage name is Scorpion. He is soooo funny and sang us all of the songs he has written. They are all focused on "Jah," and reading Psalms and praying. He came to church a few weeks ago, but I never got to talk to him. 

So, yes, zone conference was this week. It was extremely good. AND, I can't believe it was my last zone conference for my mission. I'll have one or two more zone meetings, but zone conferences are all pau. (I have been trying to remember hawaiian pidgin english, but I keep getting it mixed up with the broken english here). It was fantastic. Elder Cornish of the 70 was there. He is awesome. The whole zone conference was focused on conversion and consecration. I learned so much that I can apply into the last two months of my mission and even when I go home.

The main thing that stuck out to me was, "Wickedness never was happiness, but neither is lukewarmness." That is so interesting. Yeah, maybe we are keeping the commandments, and outwardly "living" the Gospel, but perhaps we are not loving those around us, or we are not reading our scriptures, or perhaps we are not praying. When we are baptized, it is required that every part of us, including hair and clothing must go under the water. Likewise, in order for us to be received into the Celestial Kingdom, every part of us must be converted to the Gospel. We are required to give EVERYTHING to God. Not part of our heart, but our WHOLE heart. Yes, we may still have weaknesses, but Heavenly Father knows our weaknesses, and if we give him it all, on the sacrificial alter, he will make weak things become strong. I still have so much to change and do, but I need to stop thinking that all this progression will end after my mission. There is no end. There is always progression. Heavenly Father has not put a limit on our potential. The fight to change and be better isn't to the death, the fight is forever. To infinity and beyond!

Elder Cornish talked about how this work (the building of the Kingdom) is the most important thing in this life. He said it's more important than breathing. The worst thing that could happen if we stop breathing is that we die. But, if we cease to do the work of the Lord, there will be people who may only make it to the Terrestrial Glory. He explained that he (Elder Cornish) loves all the other churches. They make communities better, they help raise up good people, but they can never help others receive the HIGHEST kingdom. Elder Cornish went on about the urgency of our message and how it needs to reach every ear. 

I'm so blessed to serve in Jamaica. These people truly love Jesus. They would do anything to get closer to Him. That is why they dedicate themselves so religiously to their churches. Many times you will walk up to a person and ask, "How are you today?" and they always will say, "I'm just giving thanks to God!" or "I'm blessed." That never happens in America. You ask people how they are and it's usually, "I'm fine," or "I'm okay," but Jamaicans literally talk about God, all the time. If they find a 100 dollars on the road, they say that Father God has answered their prayers. When these people say they pray everyday, they are not lying. It has been ingrained in them since primary school. (Elementary). They worship God at school, they learn of the Bible. They have devotions during work. The members out here of our church are devoted. They have many challenges and they are persecuted a lot. They sometimes are scared to share the Gospel, but they live it the best they can. I have learned so much from Jamaicans. I truly love these beautiful people. 

The work is good. Struggling still. As always. haha, the struggles never cease. But I'm just working on being positive, working hard, and loving others. 

LOVE,

Sister Pitt

Sunrise In Jamaica!

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Jamaican Mission August 2014

"I Can't Say I Didn't Try!"

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Get it? Sense, cents, yes, it's funny.

I met God this week. Yes, a man came up to us and proclaimed that he is God. He told me that he could read my past, present and future. He followed us down the street telling us to worship him. Another random story, a lady goes to a church near us called 'Power of Faith Ministries.' (I like to call it the great and spacious building.) Anyways, she started asking us about speaking in tongues. We explained our belief and gave some doctrinal evidence. All of a sudden she started muttering something very strange sounding. I asked, "Sorry, I couldn't hear you, what did you just say." She said, "I don't know, I was speaking in tongues, I just do that sometimes." Facepalm.

In Jamaica, when they sing happy birthday, after they sing the first "Happy birthday to you," part, they have an additional verse which is, "May the good Lord bless you," in the happy birthday tune. I like it. I’m going to bring home all the birthday traditions here. Flouring people and singing about the Lord blessing us.

I am so tired of random men calling me sweetheart and baby. I can’t wait till I can walk in public and not be noticed, at all. Attention is fine, but not unwanted awkward, “I love you and want to marry you AKA give me a green card,” attention. There are some that call us that, just because they say it all the time, but there are some ultra creepers. If only it was this easy to get a boyfriend in America… haha

I have found the new motto of my mission. It is, “I can’t say I didn’t try!” Every time we talk to someone on the street or at their house and they reject us, I walk away and say to Sister Lewis, “We can’t say we didn’t try.” 

Yesterday this was a man’s questions to us:

“Who is God? Why are there so many different religions? Where is Heaven? Who was Gods father? Is there a Heavenly Mother? Why are we here? What is faith? What is belief? How old is the earth? How old is the Bible? What about dinosaurs? Africa this, Africa that. Did life start in Ethiopia? Is Jesus black?”

We explained that we have the answers to his questions, and we would love to answer them in a better setting, (we were on the side of the road, and his friend was smoking a spliff). We also said that as he comes to church, he will learn. We told him that there are some questions we can’t answer, but as he learns more, he will learn for himself. I related it to math. If you don’t know addition and subtraction, you can’t do algerbra. If you don’t understand the basic concepts of the gospel, like faith and prayer, then you can’t understand why God has done certain things. He didn’t like it, and he wanted the answers now. Well honestly, I think he was like one of the scribes and Pharisees from the New Testament, because he just wanted to twist us in his words.  He basically said he never will come to church and nothing we say can help him. We walked away saying, “Welp, can’t say we didn’t try.” Ah, I think in life there comes a point where we all have our beliefs challenged. I think it happens so we can build a stronger testimony against the adversary.

This week was another trying week. Last week I said, “Well, it can’t get any worse.” And it did… Make sure you never say those kind of things out loud… haha It’s not getting any easier. It’s getting harder and harder. I found a hymn that perfectly describes how I am feeling. It is, “The Time is Far Spent.” (Hymn 266) It reads, “The time is far spent; there is little remaining, to publish glad tidings by sea and by land. Then hasten, ye heralds; go forward proclaiming: Repent, for the kingdom of heaven's at hand. Shrink not from your duty, however unpleasant, but follow the Savior, your pattern and friend. Our little afflictions, tho painful at present, Ere long, with the righteous, in glory will end. What, tho, if the favor of Ahman possessing, this world's bitter hate you are called to endure? The angels are waiting to crown you with blessings! Go forward, be faithful, the promise is sure. Be fixed in your purpose, for Satan will try you; the weight of your calling he perfectly knows. Your path may be thorny, but Jesus is nigh you; His arm is sufficient, tho demons oppose.”

So, yes, I have reflected again and again on those lyrics. It is exactly what I needed when I found it. So regardless of the difficulties, angels are waiting to crown me with blessings, if I am faithful. 

Love ya,

Sister Pitt

P.S. Jesus wasn't black or white. He was a Jew. People just don't get that for some reason.

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I Love The Portmore Ward

Ah, I have to admit, this was a difficult week. Well, I have had worse, but I think it was tough on Sister Lewis, because of the lack of investigators, and this was probably her first really tough week of appointments falling through. I just told her that it happens all the time. You have good weeks. You have bad weeks. You have fantastic weeks. You have weeks that you feel as if all hell is breaking loose. But, it's all part of the experience. If we never had a bad week, would we really know if we were having a good week? Nope. 

The thing that makes Jamaica particularly frustrating is the amount of denominations that are here. It truly causes a lot of confusion. For example, we had this conversation with a lady who is planning to be baptized in the Seventh Day Adventist church. She was going on and on about things she doesn't like about SDA's. I was really perplexed by her comments. I asked her if she believed in the Seventh Day religion, and if it is sanctioned by God. She flat out said no. I wonder if they even have their "investigators" pray and ask God if they should be baptized. All I know is that many churches get money for baptisms. The more baptisms and members they get, the more money the pastor gets. Religion is all business in Jamaica.

That last paragraph wasn't supposed to be negative, it's just causes me to be overwhelmed sometimes. The great thing about Jamaica is the fact that everyone believes in God. All though there is the complete disregard to the commandments, many people still fear Him and worship Him. All I want to do is change that fear of God, to love of God. I think it would help people a lot more. When you love someone, you are more willing to do what they want you to do. But, if you only fear someone, it causes you to rebel at times. If we all instill a love of God and His Son, Jesus Christ, in our hearts, then we will never want to break a commandment. We will always want to do what is right. 

I love the Portmore ward. We had ward conference on Sunday and there were so many people there. The morning started with a baptism of a former rastafarian. He has dreads down to his knees. Many people holding positions in the stake came. None of our investigators came, but such is life. haha The spirit was strong at church. During sacrament they randomly called me up to bear my testimony. It was a great expirience. I love bearing my testimony to everyone. I want to share it with the whole world.

Our time here on Earth is extremely short. Just like a mission. We come, we perform our labors, and then we will return back to our heavenly home (or earthly home, if we are talking about missionary service). We have joy, we have sorrow. We strive to do what is right, and sometimes fall short. Heavenly Father premeditated that fact, and sent Jesus Christ to redeem us from our shortcomings. I have a deep love for my Savior. Not only has he freed me from the pains of sin, but he has given me the ability to change, to improve, to become like Him. As I have relied on the Saviors grace and mercy, I have become a better missionary. Not the best, obviously, but I have had a mighty change of heart towards my service. It has taken time, but I have seen the Atonement working within me. I only hope to be able to have others understand that change they can make, and the absolute happiness they can feel. I love this Gospel. I know God lives. I know Christ lives. I know this by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Love you all,

Sister Pitt

P.S. I've noticed my letters don't always give the best accounting of what I did during the week. But sometimes I really don't even remember. The days blend into one big blob of talking to people, trying to serve, teaching, studying, etc...

P.S.S. I just love fried chicken. Yum!

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Time Is Slipping Away....

So there we were, coming out of a lesson, when I decided to check the phone. Much to our suprise, there were 10 missed calls from Elder Daniels, (an AP). I called him back and he said, "Where are you sisters?" My reply was, "Um, proselyting..." Then he said, "Well, we have a birthday present for both of you! We are giving you a truck." Wait... What? Yes, the mission had a few extra vehicles, and they designated us to recieve one. Well, so now we have a vehicle. I am still kinda shocked about the whole thing. I will never forget those 6 weeks of walking... They were an adventure. I sometimes wonder if it was my test from God to see if I complained or how I handled the situation. Apparently I passed. haha Interestingly enough, the truck is the same exact truck I started my mission in. It still has a mark on it from when I ran into a fence. Shh, don't tell anyone...

I have been having some crazy dreams lately. I dreamed about Taco Bell. Oh, I decided to try cooking up something. I made some pretty darn good chili this week. Obviously not as good as moms, but after not having chili for over a year, it tasted fabulous. It finally rained here in Portmore. It's been months. Jamaica was expiriencing a bit of a drought. So many people were so excited when it rained. A lady gave us pineapple ginger drink. It was terrible. They put so much ginger in drinks that it just burns your throat on the way down. I almost gagged it all up. 

Missionary work has been pretty good. Well, it could always be better, but things are going well. An investigator of ours, Renne, is the daughter of an inactive member. When we first got to Portmore, I gave Sister Lewis a list of less actives that I found and told her to pray about it, and then mark who would be best to see, as guided by the spirit. She picked Rennes mother. Apparently they have not been visited in a very long time, I guess just scheduling conflicts and stuff. Well, we have been teaching her. She is about 19 years old, and very intelligent. She graduated from the top high school here in Jamaica, and has really great professional goals. We are trying to help her spiritually. Anyways, she came to church and at the end I asked her if she had any questions. She said, "So what do I have to do to become a member?" I kinda laughed, because we've talked about baptism with her, and I just said, "Well, you have to continue to meet with us and then be baptized." She was not opposed to it, so we are excited to continue to work with her. 

Another lady we have as an investigator is Cynthia. She is sweet. When we taught her the restoration, she was just smiling and nodding the whole time. We asked her how she felt, and she said, "I feel the spirit of God." I asked her what that feels like, she answered saying, "It is a warm feeling, and I feel happy." We invited her to be baptized and she agreed. She would not however agree to a date. She said she had to pray. Well, that is fine, but I'm internally freaking out because I have so little time left, and it would be nice to see something happen. Everyone can say, "Oh you are planting seeds," but seriously, after planting so many seeds, you just want to eat the apple or whatever. 

We are looking for men to teach. It is kinda difficult to find someone who is legitimate and not looking for a white wife AKA green card. One guy took a picture of sister Lewis and I, cropped Sister Lewis out, and has my face zoomed up as his background on his phone. Yeah, we avoid him like sin now. 

But, things are great still. Sister Lewis is just fantastic. She is so easy to talk to, well primarly because she just listens while I go on and on. She is a woman of little words, but she is learning quick. She has such amazing potential. I think being a trainer three times has taught me a lot. I find a lot of joy in seeing others progress and mature. Maybe God is preparing me for being a real mother, I don't know, but I have learned a lot. I guess just overall, I know I have become more patient and forgiving. Things that used to irritate me, don't anymore. I think I've grown up a lot... I AM NOT PERFECT. For example there are still people I have a hard time with, but at least now I understand the process of praying for charity and love. 

I love this Gospel. I can't believe it is August. Time is slipping away...

Love you,

Sister Caressa Ann Pitt

What Does It Feel Like To NOT Sweat?

Dearest Adoring Fans, 

I feel like I don't have a whole lot to talk about this week. All the days feel like they are meshed into one. July is ending. It is hot. Not like cook an egg on the pavement hot, but like I'm drowning in my own sweat hot. What does it feel like to not sweat? I forget... haha The only time I'm cooled is in the nights, except for the nights when the power goes out. Thank heavens Portmore is windy all the time. If it wasn't for that, I think I would roll over and die. I really don't mind the heat, or at least I think I keep trying to tell myself that every single day. Seriously though, if you just tell yourself something long enough, you start to believe it. So everyday I say, "It feels great! I love sweating! Life is good!" (Life really is good, by the way).

One of my favorite things about Jamaica is when you are squished in a taxi, driving past a bunch of bars and people, and the smell of jerk chicken enters your nostrils. Mm. So wonderful. I'll miss that smell. The one smell I will not miss is urine in the hot sun. (Men pee everywhere here). Also, have I mentioned that Portmore just kinda stinks? I think the sewage is all connected or something. But, like I said, thank heavens for the wind, because it blows it away. I miss the country, where the worst smell was goats. 

We went to Kingston this week for Zone Meeting. It was good. I actually kinda like Kingston. So from our house we take a bus to a place called Half-Way Tree. It is where the big bus depot is. Half-Way Tree is the hustle and bustle part of Kingston. From Half-Way Tree we walk about two miles to the Constant Spring Chapel. We see lots of things. We get begged money all the way there. We witnessed a fight, but we got out of there quickly... haha There are some really neat shops on the way. Cars honk like crazy. I think it's very entertaining. Zone Meeting was good, as always.

We are just working the best we can, and being diligent. We dropped an investigator and he was so funny about it. He looked all sad and was like, "Are we breaking up?" I swear when, you tell an investigator that you will not be visiting them anymore until they start showing desire, it feels like you're breaking up with someone. Well, that kid was so lazy, so sadly he just isn't ready to be a member, but hopefully one day!

We are teaching a man who recently lost his girlfriend. She was shot and killed in Kingston. I know I shouldn't mention that, because hearing those stories could worry you... Anyways, it is pretty common out here that someone knows someone who has been killed. He is so broken up. They have children together, and now they are left without a mother. He isn't the most amazing father in the world, he is just a typical Jamaican man, but I think her death has really hit him in the face. I wish they would have been married so we could explain being sealed in the temple, but basically it's hard to do that out here, because nobody gets married. Unless of course they are devout christians or higher up in society. In fact, we are teaching a 19 year old girl who told us she is never getting married. She said, "Why would I get married if it just ends in divorce?" How sad. I told her about all the amazing examples of good marriages I have seen in my life. I talked about my father and mother writing love letters to each other. I talked about my grandparents on both sides having been married for 50 plus years. I went on and on, just trying to convince her it can work. I just think satan has really made people believe that marriage is a thing of the past. But yes, we have lots of investigators with lots of problems resulting from their sins or somebody else's sins. It makes me sad in my heart. 

Pioneer Day was this last week. It is a holiday that we don't really celebrate in Hawaii. But I know it is popular in Utah. While walking long distances, I thought about the early saints and the tremendous sacrifices they made to establish Zion. Their testimonies of the restored Gospel were fierce and unwavering. They fought so many emotional, spiritual and physical battles. I admire them for heeding the prophets call to come and join together. I wonder if I lived during that time if my faith would have been as strong as theirs. But, then I reflect on my mission, and anyone who has ever served a mission. We leave behind what we know, go somewhere else, in hopes to establish Zion. We have to rely on God, and we have to endure different trials. I have not been a perfect missionary or person in my life, and I know for sure the pioneers were not either, but they had a lot of desire to do what they felt was right. My journey has been different than the pioneers, but my faith has grown, just like how their faith grew. I have been tested and tried, but I have been made strong. I sometimes feel like giving up, but I know when I reach my destination, heaven, it will be absolutely glorious. I wish I could have been with the saints when they reached the Salt Lake Valley. Can you imagine their joy? I get chills thinking about it. I think that happiness and relief they felt is what it will be like when we finally reach our Celestial home.

Love you forever and always, AMEN

-Sister Pitt

The District!

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I Just Love Life!

This was a good week. It went faster than Usain Bolt can run. I'm trying to soak in every precious moment and learn from everything, so that I can really have even more improvement as a person in these next few months. It seems as if I am offering more prayers of gratitide up to the heavens, rather than asking the Lord for things. I am filled with thankgiving every single day, no matter the difficulties that I face. 

Monday: Sister Lewis and I had a great time walking to the beach near our house. This beach isn't a tourist beach, it is more for the locals. It was a really neat place. So many fish shacks selling fried fish and festivals, rastas fishing with beer bottles and nails, the ever present smell of marijuana smoke rising in the air, tons of children laughing and playing, popular reggae music blasting, and so much more. It was an interesting place, but so full of culture and vibes. Afterwards we had family home evening at the Pummels home. Sister Pummels invited some neighbors, and we had a really great time. The spirit was really felt as we taught about prayer being a commandment. We then proceeded to play a great game of "keep the commandments." Basically like charades, but the commandments are written on pieces of paper. For example, "Thou shalt be a gorrilla," or "Thou shalt sing a love song to Sister Pummels." It was super funny wathcing old ladies do these things, they were great sports. 

Tuesday: I can't really remember. But I was told I was wife material. Pretty average day. haha

Wednesday: I taught at district meeting. I chose to talk about talking to everyone. I shared stories from my mission about how when we got the courage to talk to a person, that person ended up being interested in learning about the Gospel. You never know who will want to learn, all we can do is open our mouths and ask. I explained that the more we talk to people, the less scary it gets. I am at the point where I have no shame. Honestly, if you are just genuinely interested in the person, it becomes easy to talk to that person. I love my district. They just make me laugh. It is nice to know you have friends that are striving to do exactly the same thing you are doing. We had some great lessons this day. My favorite was with this guy named Jermaine. I talked about him last week, (he is the police officer). He is just a diamond in the rough. He doesn't drink, smoke, or agree with sex before marriage. Wow. That is hard to find in Jamaica. haha He is part of a church already, but he told us that he just felt like he needed to talk to us. He commented on how when he saw us, his spirit took us (he got good vibes from us). He said we are so honest and pure and dedicated. He basically said he recognized us as servants of the Lord. I don't know how ready he is for this Gospel, because he is really into his denomination, but he said we really inspire him because we have taken up the cross. He wants to do that more in his life. Hopefully a miracle will happen, if not, we are planting a great seed.

Thursday: Had an interview with President Brown today. It went really great. I made him cry... Haha I was telling him about all the positive experiences we have been having, even the midst of the adversities. He thanked me so much for my attitude. He basically said the sisters that were here before were extrememly negative about Portmore. He commended me for having the maturity to not have listened to those sisters. He thanked me for forming my own opinion instead of pre-judging. He told me of the growth he has seen in me. I have been praying and asking God if I am doing all I can, and this interview was an answer to my prayers. I know I'm not perfect, I have so much to improve on, but I really am doing the best that I can. President Brown proceeded to share with me Helaman 10:4-5 (I think). He explained that I should not just be faithful to the Lord till the end of my mission, but for the rest of eternity. My mission for the Savior will never be over. That is my ultimate priority. Complete dedication to God and His beloved Son and the Holy Ghost, no matter what. 

Friday: This day was my mothers birthday. It has been a while since I've been homesick, but I felt some pains in my heart this day. I really miss her, and I can't wait to see her again. You think I'd be over the whole, "homesick," thing, but I really am thrilled at the idea of seeing my amazing mother very soon. As for now, I'm just trying to give others the same happiness that my dear parents have given me.

Saturday: Walked and walked and walked and walked. Did a whole lot of walking for a whole lot of nothing. I just kept saying, "Yes! Burning calories!" I received personal revelation this day while I wrote in my journal. I think that even just our righteous presence will influence someone and plant a seed in someones heart. Maybe a child we pass on the road and say hello to will remember our kindness. Maybe an old lady will see our smiles and diligence and accept our message on the other side. I don't think we as missionaries really understand how far our influence will reach, but it will reach someone, somewhere. I know that, because the holy spirit whispered that to me this last week.

Sunday: Sister Jospehs (sister Colemans mom) fed us. It was the most food I've had in a long, long time. It was like I was back in Linstead. I was stuffed. We had a huge plate of rice and peas, jerked chicken, oxtail, fried plantain, salad, and june plum juice. It was true Jamaican food. Sister Colemans mom is an amazing cook. It was so hard to walk after that. Thank heavens I didn't gain a pound from it when I weighed this morning (monday).

So yes, it was a great week. I have been really feeling great about myself and about life. It is so difficult, but I am loving it. I just love life. I love being a missionary. I love my companion, Sister Lewis. 

"It is not enough to preach the Gospel. One must also live this Gospel."

"There is seemingly no end to the expansive capacity of our love."

"God will rarely do for us what we can do for ourselves."

Respect and blessings,

Sister Pitt

Loving The Ocean!

Fishing For Dinner

If You're Not Living On The Edge...
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Look How Scared The Fish Look

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Jah Bless!

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Our Little Home!

All Of That In My Stomach!

Mi Belly Full

Sister Lewis Struggling With Her Plate

Such A Cutie!

I LOVE IT!

Fifteen months down. Three more to go. All of a sudden I'm having panic attacks and crazy dreams. It is insane how little time I have to go... I don't like it. I love Jamaica, and it pains me to have to think of leaving. I won't lie though, I can't wait to see my family. No matter how long or how little time I am away from them, I miss them with my whole being. It brings many emotions thinking about when I will be able to embrace my parents who have prayed unceasingly for me as I've been away. 

Oh fun fact. I've been asked at least four times if Sister Lewis is my daughter. EXSQUEEZE ME? How old do these people think I am? Most people guess anywhere from 25-30. They always look so surprised when I say 21. They say, "But you have such a big, mature body." Awkward... (Especially when men say that haha) But, everyone thinks Sister Lewis is like 14 or 15. We just laugh, all the time.

We talk to a lot of people, get their numbers, and then call them and get the ever popular response, "I'll call you..." YEAH RIGHT. I know you will never call us. I have developed trust issues. 

This week we were teaching a police officer, and all of a sudden he's like, "Hold up, my gun is hurting my side.." He then proceeds to switch his gun in his pants to the other side. I was in the middle of explaining something, and I totally got distracted because it was so random to see him trying to adjust a gun underneath his regular clothes. It was just so unexpected, because I had no idea he had a gun on him. He is a pretty cool guy though. He is Pentecostal, but he says he felt like he needed to talk to us. He invited his friend, because he wants his friend to learn more about God. I guess that is a good sign. We just get new investigators, and I don't even know what to think about them these days. We are just diligently searching for someone who is prepared and ready for the Gospel. Everyone is all wishy-washy at this point. I don't mean to sound negative or pessimistic, but it's the truth. I'd rather spend the rest of my mission looking for people to teach who have potential than teaching a bunch of people who are not ready for the Gospel. Plant the seed and move on. I have so little time that it makes no sense to waste it. 

Portmore is growing on me. I really miss the country though. People there are generally more respectful and nice. People here have agendas and are sometimes straight up rude. My whole mission I just have figured that smiling really big at people, even if they don't like you, works wonders. Even if they don't want to listen, at least we were nice.

As far as the Gospel goes, I love it. I say that I love it at least five times a day. Ask any of my companions. I'm serious when I say that this is the only church with the fullness. There are so many people who have such a small, in the dark, understanding of God. I just feel like because of the Prophet Joseph Smith, we understand so much. We know the true nature of God. We know the plan of Salvation. I frequently am told by 7th day adventist that I am going to hell because I don't worship on Saturday.  Well they don't say that, but it is very much implied. I just laugh inside, because God won't send anyone to hell for that. God is just, but he is also very loving. If we do what is right, if we love those around us, we will have a place with him. Eventually everyone will accept this Gospel. There is nothing else. Many good people from other churches or places will one day come to realize that the fullness of the Gospel includes more saving ordinances than just baptism. They will either obtain this knowledge in this life or the life to come. They will not be damned because they didn't completely understand this doctrine. I'm just glad what we preach is very hopeful and loving. We don't preach, "hell fire, and damnation."

Being a missionary is not easy. It has been the toughest thing in my life, thus far. I have had many struggles. Some have been emotional, many have been spiritual. But, it was all worth it. Every drop of sweat, or every tear shed, was worth it. I reflect on Jesus Christ, and his atoning drops of blood. That was worth it. I will never take the Savior for granted. His suffering and anguish was a million times more difficult than my minor feelings or doubt or insecurities. He has paid the price, and I hope that my time here has helped repay my enormous debt to him. How grateful I am for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. 

Love you all, forever and ever,

Sister Pitt

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