I Just Know I'm Here For A Reason!

Well, transfer calls are in. Looks like I have another baby on the way! A nice brand new baby sister missionary. Funny thing is, my mother (Sister Woolf) and I are both having babies (trainees) at the same time. Only in Jamaica, am I right, or am I right? haha WELL, I'll be in Junction for another 3 months, to do her training. Just praying that maybe some success will be just around the corner. I am excited to train, I've learned so much since the last time I trained, so here is another adventure coming along. Sister Llewellyn will also be training, so we will have a four woman house. I guess the only thing I worry about is that we are sharing a bathroom... Yikes.

I guess I'll start with the crazy stuff. First off, I met a man who has 17 children, and 14 baby mothers... That is ridiculous. If there was some sort of competition going on, I think he won. It's so funny too, because this man is so fat, has boobs bigger than mine, and has no teeth. I'm not judging his looks or anything, but it was just so funny how proud he was of that. I didn't even know what to say. I just sat there speechless.

So a few weeks ago I was talking about, "Thriving in the Awkward." Well, nothing is more awkward than being at an investigators house and he comes out in a towel... Maybe I just have my missionary mind on, but I just had to turn around and look up at the sky awkwardly while he was talking to me... haha 

We have this awesome kid investigating the church right now. His name is Martel. He is great. He read the entire restoration pamphlet and he texts us saying, "I want to know more about Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon." He has been praying and reading, so hopefully something good will come of it. He lives kinda far away out in the middle of nowhere, so getting to church is a problem, but he told us as soon as he gets shoes and he fixes his motorcycle, he will come to church. I really hope that is soon! He is so cool. He is 21, has dreads, is a singer, and is extremely intelligent. He is so hilarious as well. He was like, "I'm a virgin to this whole religion thing, so be patient with me." Sister Llewellyn and I were laughing forever about that. I think he really enjoys our lessons, and he understands, which is so amazing. 

We had another amazing thing happen this last week. There is a lady named Sister Gayle, who lived in Canada for 10 years. She joined the church there, and she moved back to Jamaica a few months ago. She moved out to Treasure Beach, which is about 45 minutes away from Junction. She is in our area. Anyways, we met up with her a couple weeks ago, and she told us that she would invite all her friends and family to hear about the gospel. (She hasn't been able to make it to church because she doesn't have enough money). But, on Saturday, she invited a big group of people to listen to our message! Oh man, it was amazing. She told us half of the people couldn't make it. This was one of the most spiritual lessons I have had on my mission. It was crazy because when we came, everyone was talking, and this crazy old lady started talking about hypocrites and calling Christians hypocrites. She was going on and on... There was so much contention in the room, the younger people were annoyed with the old lady. It was a weird situation. I was thinking in my head that this was a disaster. Sister Llewellyn stood up and was like, "Alright, alright, let's sit down. We are going to begin with a prayer." I stood up after that and explained that we as missionaries do not like contention or arguing. I explained that when we offer a prayer, that it is to invite the spirit. I said the prayer, I don't remember what I said, but as I was praying, you could literally feel the atmosphere change. When I said Amen, everyone was looking at Sister Llewellyn and I, in silence, waiting for us to begin. We spoke about Heavenly Father and His love for all His children. We also taught them about prayer. In one night we got seven new investigators! I think that is a miracle. I really hope it goes somewhere. Sister Gayle is a great lady. She is going to need a lot of help getting back into the church, but she loves it, and desires to bring her family into it. But seriously, it was just so amazing how quickly things changed as soon as a prayer was offered to invite the spirit. The spirit came, and it didn't leave. 

Okay so, many good things have been happening. The other day, I was in a taxi, reggae music was playing, a rasta taxi man was driving and talking to his friend in the back in patios. They were going on about Vybz Kartel getting put in prison. (He is some dance hall artist out here). Anyways, I looked out the window, with the wind blowing in my face and the sunset was so beautiful. In this moment I felt so much joy. My surroundings were loud and chaotic, but I felt this huge love for Jamaica and it's people. I felt a big love for this small island in the Caribbean. I felt content. I just know I'm here for a reason. I've already proved many times that reason, but I still have so much more to accomplish here in Jamaica. Whether it be to baptize someone, or to comfort someone in need. It doesn't really matter, but I will do what the Lord called me here to do.

"Faithful missionaries are their own best converts." Food for thought. 

Proverbs 28:25 (Read it with my complaints about gaining weight in mind)

I have to finish this up. I love you all so much. I think about you often. I pray for my family always. Be good, do good.

Blessed Jah Rastafari YUTE,

Sista Pet

P.S. Jerked fish is the best kind of fish.

TITANIC!

Delicious!

Loving The Vibe Of This Place!

The Most Yummiest Fish EVERRRRR!

Sweet Eating Place!

THE Beach!

Chilling At The Top Of The Hill

Fun Sand Hill

FACE PLANT!

Jamaica Kingston Mission JKM!

Sister Wolff And I

Being Blown Away!

Cowboy In Jamaica

President Gayle, Jesus and I

We Got Bikes!

Bike Riding NO Helmet Rebel!

Read It! Ponder It! Live It!

So, I think we have a winner for the best excuse as to why we can't go to someones house to teach them:  "I just got stabbed..."

Anyways, this was a great week. So much happened. Sometimes I can't believe how we do so much in a week, because back at home my greatest accomplishment would be watching an entire season of Doctor Who, in a week. The week didn't start fantastic. It actually started with a very sick stomach, but after much dehydration salts and sitting upon my throne for a few hours, all was well. (Haha, I'll probably regret writing that later in life).

Well, I found out I'm training again next transfer. (Most likely). I will probably be here in Junction. So that means three more months. Seven and a half months in Junction. Oh boy, I hope I can do this. haha I just really don't want to leave this place without making a difference in some way. But, this I do know, people here know I love them, and that is all that matters to me. I will do my best being a trainer, if the Lord calls me to that position. I learned so much from being a trainer last time, I hope I can do it again, but better. 

We had splits with the sister training leaders. It went well. I don't know, it's weird to me when you have been out longer than your leader, because they tell you things you already know. I guess that is where humility comes in, something that I will probably struggle with for the rest of my life. BUT, it was great. We found a bunch of new people to teach from Brother Collins. He just takes us everywhere. And he is blind. So if you ever have a dumb excuse not to do member missionary work, just remember that Brother Collins does it, and he is blind. We found some cool new guys to teach. Our teaching pool is mainly males. I enjoyed the tradeoff, because we got a lot done.

We had Zone Meeting again this week. It was awesome. It made me reflect on my personal prayers, and how absolutely terrible I am at them... Haha, see, I pray all the time, but I'm not too sure if they are 100 percent sincere. I need to work on that. I just get so distracted and tired as I pray, I bet God is up there thinking, "Oh boy, here we go again..." But, prayer is so essential for us as a missionary. Well, as human beings in general. An Elder shared a poem called, "He's Been There Before," by Elder Whittle. Look it up and read it, it was wonderful. It really touched my heart. It basically is about a missionary who is complaining, and then he receives a vision of the Savior and all that He went through. To me, the work isn't the hard part of the mission. The hard part is always having the spirit with you. I just don't get it, but I think as I improve my personal prayers, I will receive the spirit with more force. I've started saying vocal prayers in the bathroom at a whisper. It really helps me focus more. 

I know there are lots of questions and arguments about the validity of the Book of Mormon, but if you open it up, read it, and pray about it, you will find out of its truthfulness. I know with my whole soul that it is true. It becomes even more true as you act upon its teachings. I've been devouring the Book of Mormon lately. Sister Llewellyn was like, how did you get from Enos to Alma in like less than a week?! haha I read fast. I just love it. I feel so good as I read it. It makes so much sense. If you haven't read it, read it! I beg of you. Ponder it. Live it. Then all your doubts about God, about life, about everything will disappear.

Love you all, 

Sister Pitt

P.S. Sister Llewellyn washes her mouth out with soap. I told her that in America that is a form of punishment when we say a bad word. "Ohhhhhh fudgggeeeee." (A Christmas Story). She says it tastes good. Idk. hahaha

With My Homies!

Scripture Study!

Zone Meeting!

Breathtaking!

Brother Collins, Abby And Sister Llewellyn

Cake For Theo and Sister Llewellyn's 7 Months! 

FLOURED!

Trail of Flour!

Closeup!

Theo Got Floured!

For The Beauty Of The Earth!

Creepy Man Blowing Up Our Phone

Chicken Head

Found An Awesome Backroad!

I Make These For People!

 

Sister Hudson And I!

 

The Precious Baby

Us And The Sister Training Leaders

Serve HIM With Your WHOLE SOUL

And all of a sudden I opened my eyes and it is eleven months... Ohkay. Time needs to slow down just a tad bit. I can barely breathe it's going so fast. This morning I was looking at my first journal entries of me here in Jamaica. I was lol-ing. So much craziness has happened since then. 

Sister Llewellyn and I are having a lot of fun. She is hilarious. I always try to get her to say, "I love you," but she always replies, "I'm not gay!" Last night we were laughing so hard about something and she bit me on my back, and then I proceeded to punch her leg. Tashana, who was feeding us was enjoying the entertainment. Sister Llewellyn is a very entertaining companion, everyday she does something so funny. 

So, I don't know if I've explained different churches here in Jamaica, but if not, here I go. So, basically, every church here is a "loud" church. They have a loud preacher, with a loud band and loud people screaming, "Hallelujah!" Here, they will pay you to pretend to be ill or hurt, and the preacher will "heal" them. You can make quite a bit of money pretending to be healed. And because of the loudness and mass hysteria, people believe that it's real. Many people get into the spirit... Which basically means they become monkeys, rolling around and speaking in gibberish, claiming they are speaking in tongues. To me it is all very silly and ridiculous, because you are feeling a spirit, but not THE spirit of God. It is a spirit of adrenaline and excitement, but not peace and love. If you happen to wear the same shoes to church twice here, people will talk behind your back. If you don't have a fancy hat on, some churches won't let you in. This is pride and preistcraft. I'm sure it is fun to watch, but it is not correct. There is one of these churches next to ours. When sacrament ends, the drums start up and the preacher starts going. It is muffled, because we are in closed, but you can hear it a bit. The contrast is amazing between the two churches. I'm so glad I have the knowledge of the true church. I'm so glad that every Sunday I can feel the true and everlasting spirit of my loving Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ. How grateful I am for the sacred emblems we partake of, in remembrance of the great and last sacrifice for all of our sins. 

Anyways, twas a great week. We worked hard. Still nothing of great importance, but we are trying our absolute best. I'm tired each night, which proves to me I'm working as hard as I can. We are talking to everyone, we are walking up and down the streets looking for anything that breathes to talk too. We are trying our best to be obedient in every way. If no success comes from this, at least I can stand blameless before the Lord. :) I love being a missionary, despite the never ending difficulties. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK MY DEAR KAYLA. I love you so much! I can't believe you are a teenager! 13 13 13! I miss you so much, I pray for you each day. Be a good example to your friends. Be a light to those who are in darkness. I remember the day you were born. It is so vivid in my mind. I remember being at the hospital and watching Ed, Ed, and Eddy. haha. I remember when you first came home and we gave you a bath. I remember when I was supposed to be watching you in your walker and you fell down the stairs and cut up your face real bad... Oops, sorry. haha I remember when I cut your hair, and I blamed you for doing it... Once again, sorry mom... 

Mosiah 2:20-21 and Words of Mormon 1:18 Serve him with your WHOLE SOUL. <3 That is what my goal is for the next 7 months, and the rest of my life. I want to serve God with my whole soul, not just a portion, not just a little bit, but with everything. I know that this is a huge goal, and I may never accomplish it fully, but as long as I am doing my best, the Lord will strengthen me to do the rest. 

Love Always and Forever,

Sister Pitt

Brother Tillock

Abby Is So Cute!

Are We In Jamaica?

Birthday Party!

Everything Denotes There Is A God!

Family Home Evening!

Foggy!

Follow The Red Dirt Road!

Good Old Bob!

Happy Birthday Kayla!

The District!

I Want To Be Who Heavenly Father Wants Me To Be!

So, some people in Jamaica sing as their answering machine message on their cell phone. An investigator of ours is avoiding us and never picks up the phone, but we still call her, because she sings a very... funny song. Anyways, we always call it and we put it on speaker and dance around a little bit and lip sync to it. I think we have the words memorized. She may think that we are obsessive stalkers who never stop calling, but it gives us a laugh when we are bored. 

So about last week... I didn't mean to come off as depressed or anything, but I guess I was just being honest. The funny thing about these emails, is you get inside my head. If you saw me on the outside, I'm sure you couldn't tell anything was wrong with me. Yeah, I get down, but I try my hardest to not let it effect the work. Don't worry about me, we all have to face trials. I understand it. It just really sucks in the moment. Currently I'm just trying to develop my hope and my faith. Easier said than done. But, I know in my heart I am doing my best. I know that Heavenly Father loves me despite my many faults. The difficult moments define us. They prove who we really are, and what we become because of them. 

We had Zone Meeting this last week. A question that was brought up that really made me think. "Who do you want to be when you step off the airplane?" Oh man. What a interesting and unique thought. I guess my main answer would be that I want to be who Heavenly Father wants me to be. But, that isn't descriptive enough. I want to be someone who is actively engaged in a good cause. I don't want to go back to be as lazy as I was... (Lol, hours of watching Avatar the Last Airbender.......) I want to be a good friend to everyone. I don't want to have an judgments on anyone, unless they are righteous judgments. I just really want to be like how I am right now. I want to improve here on my mission, so I never go back to how I was. Not like I was bad or anything, I just know that I am doing better now, so I want to keep it that way. Man, the mission has a way of humbling you and showing you your weaknesses. (Ether 12:27) I'm glad that Heavenly Father has been showing me my weaknesses, so that I may become strong.

Ah, this last week we baked cakes for service. A lady in the Branch called us and asked us to bake some cakes for her because her oven stopped working. She had the cake mixes and everything. We also did more service than that this last week. We washed little girls hair, Sister Llewellyn braided it. We shelled more gungu peas, and helped with peoples wash. I seriously love serving others. I know that it's just little things, but by small and simple things, great things will be brought to pass. I'm not sure exactly what this branch needs, but I know that by loving them and serving them, I am doing my part. 

Ah, a girl named Abby is preparing to go on the temple youth trip they are having in April. They are having that along with an EFY type thing. Abby is so excited to go, but sadly, her passport was just stolen from the agency she had it at. I have never seen anyone look so sad... I really hope that she can get it all sorted out before April. My heart really hurts for her. People make so many sacrifices to get to the temple, and we seriously are all so lucky to have a temple just down the road. I miss the temple. I can't wait to go back. I can't wait till one day Jamaica gets a temple. Oh, I think I'll probably cry like a little baby when that happens. 

Well, I love you all. Also, here is a nice quote that got me going this week:

"I'm not ashamed to say that I want to be good. And I've found in my life that it has been critically important to establish this intention between me and the Lord so that I knew that He knew which way I committed my agency. I went before Him and said, 'I'm not neutral, and you can do with me what you want. If you need my vote--it's there. I don't care what you do with me and you don't have to take anything from me because I give it to you--everything. All that I own, all that I am.' And that has made all the difference." -Boyd K. Packer. 

I got some bad beach cravings the other day. It was so hot, and I could see the beautiful ocean... I would say the first thing I do when I get home is get released then jump in the ocean, but I have such a terrible farmers tan, that I might have to wait till I get super white all over, and then start from scratch. haha Missionary tans are no good...

Respect,

Sister Pitt

I Feel Rich, But I Am Not

Found In The Newspaper

IDK What Going On!

Missionary Pyramid

Oh Beautiful!

Zone Meeting Object Lesson!