I had such a wonderful Christmas. Really, really a wonderful Christmas. Christmas
Eve we spent most of the day trying to figure out the bus system, and riding/walking back and forth to Fairfield. Got back in time for dinner at the Hogans'. They always try to keep their Christmas Eve very simple and spiritual, so they had just the immediate family and his parents there and the two of us. We ate soup and sang Christmas songs. Oh, and we listened to Brother Hogan tell stories of his rambunctious childhood and Boy Scout experiences. You know, jumping in fires, shooting various kinds of weapons, getting injured doing stupid things. It was just like being back at home! My favorite part, I think, was Sister Hogan periodically inserting her two cents, which was several different versions of the sentence "What a bunch of idiots." (Mom, you would like her!!)
Earlier in the day some members dropped off presents at our apartment. I ended up opening most of mine and Sister Johnston's. This started because we thought they had mixed us up and labeled some of them wrong. So I was trying to figure out what was whose then I just kept going! and all of our Christmas Eve presents were unwrapped. Who says I'm supposed to be the mature one in the companionship?
On Christmas morning we had planned to do our studying before opening the presents (yes, we still had a lot to open even after the Christmas Eve fiasco I told you we were spoiled!). Monson thought we should be all dignified and such let's exercise and study and act like missionaries. Then I woke up at 6:30 on Christmas and said, "Let's open our presents right now! like a two-year-old.
Don't worry, we did do our studies that day. We read "The Living Christ"
together for part of our companion study. The Spirit was so strong! I was overwhelmed with gratitude for my Savior and for my mission.
On Christmas Day we were super confused about what we were expected to do, the white
handbook says to proselyte on holidays, but we were told we didn't have to proselyte
and also that we shouldn't, but we could if we wanted to you know. So we ended up
watching movies at the church with the other missionaries while we talked to our
families. It was so wonderful to talk to the family!
Family, did you know I am obsessed with sausage? Neither did I. I think I liked it before the mission but I started to like it a lot more out here, because in Fairfield we volunteer at the food bank packing frozen meat which includes every kind of sausage under the sun. I had no idea there was so much sausage in the world, of so many varieties. Anyway, the family we ate with on Christmas Day asked if we had any special requests and I asked for sausage and meatballs. They served us a type of spicy Italian sausage which was a new experience. Mike and Andrea, do you remember the first time we ate at the Saltgrass Steakhouse in Texas and the food made us giddy? It was like that. This sausage was so ridiculously good. It even inspired the "this sausage makes me happy" dance, which has since been recorded on video (don't worry, that was later, at our apartment). And the best part is they sent us home with the leftovers!!!! Oh happy day!!! I know what I'm having for lunch.
The week of Christmas ended with a bang: transfer calls on Sunday night. I had been
praying and praying not to get transferred, but still was fully expecting a call. Waited and waited for the dreaded call, which never came!!!!!! I get to stay here!!!! This will make six months in Fairfield. I am so blessed. I wasn't expecting it to happen, because there are only eight sisters now (seven after next week when we lose our Temple Square sister); this means the Windsor sisters are getting doubled out, and they are going to Torrington and Newport both of them serving with their trainers again. How random is that? That is why I expected to be transferred. I didn't see that coming. But I never do. I can never predict what transfers will be like.
This week we spent a lot of time going through the Trumbull area book and talking to the members about who to work with. Surprise: this area is a gold mine!!! Best kept secret ever. And I actually get to stick around and participate in the gold-mining process. I'm so excited.
Merry Christmas everyone! Love,
Sister Monson
Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
20 Dec 09
I made the most beautiful gingerbread house that you all will need to see pictures of,and I will hopefully send them today as well. It started out as a normal enough
gingerbread house and then turned into a white-trash gingerbread house, and then it
became a gingerbread mobile home. Can't even describe it, words don't do it justice,
so just wait for the pictures.
This weekend we had a big snowstorm. On Sunday church was cancelled and we were snowed in for a while. So I went all out with cutesy Christmas cards. Must have made about 100 of them. All for the investigators and members! Woo-hoo. When we were able to go out later we decided to walk (our cars were grounded) to the closest member family in Trumbull to visit briefly, give them a Christmas card and go tracting/caroling in their neighborhood. Well, we learned that even the closest family was much farther away, walking distance, than we had anticipated. When we got to their house they looked at us like we were crazy, and insisted on driving us home (after stopping to visit some less-actives, that was nice of them!). Come on, people, it's all part of the experience! Missionaries used to do that all the time, now they won't let us rough it even a little bit. I think I am the most spoiled missionary I have ever heard of. Our apartment is absolutely bursting with food, we have a car and a cell phone and now we get rides even when we don't drive? I'm sure my brothers are turning green right now.
We've had a lot of success this transfer with reaching out to less-active members. In some ways I really enjoy this part of missionary work. It's very rewarding when the person really does have a desire to come back, and is prevented by some reason or another that we can help with.
We have one investigator with a baptismal date, who is coming to a crossroads. She has to figure out some things and make a decision pretty soon. Not much else is going on. The biggest excitement right now is all the missionaries going home this week (sad!) and transfers happening next week. I hate getting so attached to these missionaries and then they all go home. Lame! And I am praying not to be transferred. I LOVE this area and there is so much to be done, now that the elders are gone and our area covers five towns instead of two. The ward is truly amazing.
Christmas is always such a pondering/reflecting time for me, and it's been the same
even on the mission. I keep thinking about where I was last Christmas. Sitting at home, bored out of my mind and wanting to be here. And now here I am! While I would never say that my mission has been all fun and games, I do still thank Heavenly Father every morning and night that I am here. I miss everyone back home (especially this time of year!) but I don't want to be anywhere else.
With all these missionaries going home (I've been surrounded by trunkiness!) I've
been thinking about the mission and the changes that I hope are occurring in myself. I wonder what will be noticeably different about me when I go home. This brought to mind a cheesy Michael McLean song that I love, called "In the Wink of an Eye." This verse in particular:
In the wink of an eye I'll be home,
And I'll show you the treasures I've found.
And I hope you'll see, that these changes in me
Are ones that will make you proud.
As I'm leaving, I feel sure,
We've all gone through leaving home before.
Really, truly, ten months has felt like about ten minutes and I know the next eight
months will feel like "the wink of an eye," and I just hope that I can get as much
growth and enjoyment out of them as possible. I am so blessed to be here. It's the best thing God could have done for me. That may sound somewhat trite or cliche, but it is so hard for me to express the feelings that are so deep.
Merry Christmas. I love and miss you all, and look forward to talking to the fam on
Friday!
-Sister Monson
gingerbread house and then turned into a white-trash gingerbread house, and then it
became a gingerbread mobile home. Can't even describe it, words don't do it justice,
so just wait for the pictures.
This weekend we had a big snowstorm. On Sunday church was cancelled and we were snowed in for a while. So I went all out with cutesy Christmas cards. Must have made about 100 of them. All for the investigators and members! Woo-hoo. When we were able to go out later we decided to walk (our cars were grounded) to the closest member family in Trumbull to visit briefly, give them a Christmas card and go tracting/caroling in their neighborhood. Well, we learned that even the closest family was much farther away, walking distance, than we had anticipated. When we got to their house they looked at us like we were crazy, and insisted on driving us home (after stopping to visit some less-actives, that was nice of them!). Come on, people, it's all part of the experience! Missionaries used to do that all the time, now they won't let us rough it even a little bit. I think I am the most spoiled missionary I have ever heard of. Our apartment is absolutely bursting with food, we have a car and a cell phone and now we get rides even when we don't drive? I'm sure my brothers are turning green right now.
We've had a lot of success this transfer with reaching out to less-active members. In some ways I really enjoy this part of missionary work. It's very rewarding when the person really does have a desire to come back, and is prevented by some reason or another that we can help with.
We have one investigator with a baptismal date, who is coming to a crossroads. She has to figure out some things and make a decision pretty soon. Not much else is going on. The biggest excitement right now is all the missionaries going home this week (sad!) and transfers happening next week. I hate getting so attached to these missionaries and then they all go home. Lame! And I am praying not to be transferred. I LOVE this area and there is so much to be done, now that the elders are gone and our area covers five towns instead of two. The ward is truly amazing.
Christmas is always such a pondering/reflecting time for me, and it's been the same
even on the mission. I keep thinking about where I was last Christmas. Sitting at home, bored out of my mind and wanting to be here. And now here I am! While I would never say that my mission has been all fun and games, I do still thank Heavenly Father every morning and night that I am here. I miss everyone back home (especially this time of year!) but I don't want to be anywhere else.
With all these missionaries going home (I've been surrounded by trunkiness!) I've
been thinking about the mission and the changes that I hope are occurring in myself. I wonder what will be noticeably different about me when I go home. This brought to mind a cheesy Michael McLean song that I love, called "In the Wink of an Eye." This verse in particular:
In the wink of an eye I'll be home,
And I'll show you the treasures I've found.
And I hope you'll see, that these changes in me
Are ones that will make you proud.
As I'm leaving, I feel sure,
We've all gone through leaving home before.
Really, truly, ten months has felt like about ten minutes and I know the next eight
months will feel like "the wink of an eye," and I just hope that I can get as much
growth and enjoyment out of them as possible. I am so blessed to be here. It's the best thing God could have done for me. That may sound somewhat trite or cliche, but it is so hard for me to express the feelings that are so deep.
Merry Christmas. I love and miss you all, and look forward to talking to the fam on
Friday!
-Sister Monson
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
14 Dec 09
I lied. Our zip code is 06611. Somehow we were given the wrong zip code. So now you
have both the new address AND the right zip code. We're going to try to find some way to check the mail at the old apartment in Fairfield, since the change-of-address forms had the wrong zip code on them too. What lameness! So if anything was sent in the last week or so it might be a while before I get it. Sorry.
This was a great week. We had planned to do an exchange with the Newport (RI) sisters on Tuesday and swap back on Wednesday at mission conference in Bloomfield. But a huge snowstorm was predicted. The Pehrsons were worried about us doing all that driving in the snow. Especially since Trumbull and Newport are almost the farthest, if not the farthest, areas from Bloomfield in the entire mission. So instead of driving to RI, the Pehrsons had the Newport sisters come out to Trumbull and blitz our area for the evening, and then that night we all drove to Bloomfield together and stayed at the mission home so we wouldn't have to drive in the morning snowstorm. It was so much fun!!! We could get twice as much done because they could go visit someone in our area while we were visiting someone else. Plus everyone (members and investigators) in Fairfield and Trumbull LOVES Sister Baird and Sister Timothy so they were really really excited to see them again. Because we stayed at the mission home we only had to drive from West Hartford to Bloomfield in the morning. And the snowstorm did turn out to be pretty bad. I was SO
grateful we only had to drive from West Hartford to Bloomfield it was a pretty scary
drive as it was, the roads weren't plowed yet. My first real Connecticut snowstorm!
Mission conference was wonderful. We had a musical Christmas program that turned out
really well. We had some trainings and then they played a slideshow that some elders made (they had all of us give them our memory cards so they could download our pictures and videos). They compiled all the photos on a CD and put the slideshow on a DVD, and the Pehrsons made copies for all of us (as in the entire mission!) that was our Christmas present. The Pehrsons are so kind! I count my blessings every single day that I have such a wonderful mission president/sister. I have heard some mission president horror stories. But the Pehrsons really are like my surrogate parents out here. They take such good care of all the missionaries but they go to extra lengths to make sure the sisters are taken care of, which is so appreciated.
I was so spoiled on my birthday!!!!! So spoiled!!! Usually we do service at a shelter on Friday mornings, but they didn't need us (which never happens), so we went to lunch at Joe's Bar and Grill which we had heard good things about. And boy did it live up to its reputation! I definitely recommend it to anyone who ever has an inkling to come out to Fairfield.
Anyway, on Friday we were also able to visit with a less-active member for the first
time. We have been leaving her notes and messages ever since August, when I first got here, and this was the first time we got in the door. That was a miracle in and of itself and Heavenly Father blessed me with so many other miracles that day. We didn't have a dinner appointment, but the elders had been invited to dinner at the ward mission leader's house. Elder Allred called and told them it was my birthday and basically weaseled out an invitation for us to come too (I did NOT tell him to do that). The ward mission leader's wife called and invited us, but we already had a teaching appointment scheduled. But then our appointment cancelled so we ended up being able to go! I love when little things like that work themselves out. Heavenly Father and everyone else really spoiled me that day. I don't deserve it. And yes, I know I am only a year away from a quarter of a century. They keep reminding me. These kids! I mean, elders. Elders!
I am so blessed. I couldn't ask for anything more except to stay here one more
transfer at least! I am in my third transfer here and everyone keeps telling me that
sisters haven't stayed in Fairfield longer than three transfers this entire year, ever since the sisters were doubled into Fairfield in January. I want to break that trend. Transfers are the week of the 27th. Everyone please pray that I don't get transferred.
Everyone enjoy your dry Utah snow. :) Merry Christmas! Love,
Sister Monson
have both the new address AND the right zip code. We're going to try to find some way to check the mail at the old apartment in Fairfield, since the change-of-address forms had the wrong zip code on them too. What lameness! So if anything was sent in the last week or so it might be a while before I get it. Sorry.
This was a great week. We had planned to do an exchange with the Newport (RI) sisters on Tuesday and swap back on Wednesday at mission conference in Bloomfield. But a huge snowstorm was predicted. The Pehrsons were worried about us doing all that driving in the snow. Especially since Trumbull and Newport are almost the farthest, if not the farthest, areas from Bloomfield in the entire mission. So instead of driving to RI, the Pehrsons had the Newport sisters come out to Trumbull and blitz our area for the evening, and then that night we all drove to Bloomfield together and stayed at the mission home so we wouldn't have to drive in the morning snowstorm. It was so much fun!!! We could get twice as much done because they could go visit someone in our area while we were visiting someone else. Plus everyone (members and investigators) in Fairfield and Trumbull LOVES Sister Baird and Sister Timothy so they were really really excited to see them again. Because we stayed at the mission home we only had to drive from West Hartford to Bloomfield in the morning. And the snowstorm did turn out to be pretty bad. I was SO
grateful we only had to drive from West Hartford to Bloomfield it was a pretty scary
drive as it was, the roads weren't plowed yet. My first real Connecticut snowstorm!
Mission conference was wonderful. We had a musical Christmas program that turned out
really well. We had some trainings and then they played a slideshow that some elders made (they had all of us give them our memory cards so they could download our pictures and videos). They compiled all the photos on a CD and put the slideshow on a DVD, and the Pehrsons made copies for all of us (as in the entire mission!) that was our Christmas present. The Pehrsons are so kind! I count my blessings every single day that I have such a wonderful mission president/sister. I have heard some mission president horror stories. But the Pehrsons really are like my surrogate parents out here. They take such good care of all the missionaries but they go to extra lengths to make sure the sisters are taken care of, which is so appreciated.
I was so spoiled on my birthday!!!!! So spoiled!!! Usually we do service at a shelter on Friday mornings, but they didn't need us (which never happens), so we went to lunch at Joe's Bar and Grill which we had heard good things about. And boy did it live up to its reputation! I definitely recommend it to anyone who ever has an inkling to come out to Fairfield.
Anyway, on Friday we were also able to visit with a less-active member for the first
time. We have been leaving her notes and messages ever since August, when I first got here, and this was the first time we got in the door. That was a miracle in and of itself and Heavenly Father blessed me with so many other miracles that day. We didn't have a dinner appointment, but the elders had been invited to dinner at the ward mission leader's house. Elder Allred called and told them it was my birthday and basically weaseled out an invitation for us to come too (I did NOT tell him to do that). The ward mission leader's wife called and invited us, but we already had a teaching appointment scheduled. But then our appointment cancelled so we ended up being able to go! I love when little things like that work themselves out. Heavenly Father and everyone else really spoiled me that day. I don't deserve it. And yes, I know I am only a year away from a quarter of a century. They keep reminding me. These kids! I mean, elders. Elders!
I am so blessed. I couldn't ask for anything more except to stay here one more
transfer at least! I am in my third transfer here and everyone keeps telling me that
sisters haven't stayed in Fairfield longer than three transfers this entire year, ever since the sisters were doubled into Fairfield in January. I want to break that trend. Transfers are the week of the 27th. Everyone please pray that I don't get transferred.
Everyone enjoy your dry Utah snow. :) Merry Christmas! Love,
Sister Monson
Monday, December 7, 2009
8 Dec 09
Don't hate me…but I forgot to mention last week that we were moving. I didn't
know the new address at that point anyway, but I should have mentioned it. Sorry! We
moved on Tuesday. We’ll fill out change-of-address forms ASAP so hopefully no one has sent anything that will get lost.
New address:
6295 Main St.
Trumbull, CT
06006
The move made things a little crazy, which is to be expected. It was rather enjoyable, though, as moving goes. The weather was unusually warm so it wasn't too bad for being in and out a lot. The Trumbull elders came to help us move our furniture. They came to the old apartment and moved all the furniture out, and then the trailer was about 2 hours late. Hmmm...two elders and two sisters outside, can't go inside (un-chaperoned), and there's a bunch of furniture lying around on the lawn. What would you have done? We got creative with our entertainment. Creativity may or may not have included some of the following: throwing furniture, jumping on the mattresses, and Elder Allred testing out the stair-stepper while describing it in his Shrek voice, all on video. (I told you, he does an AMAZINGLY good Shrek accent.) Then somehow Sister Johnston was up in the top of a tree. Don't worry, nothing was damaged. No animals were harmed in the making of those films.
I love missionary life! There is just no substitute for a bunch of kids in their twenties in an environment with no TV. I've really learned how to have fun out here. The best part about this type of "creative" entertainment is that it really doesn't sound fun when you try to describe it to someone else. It's mostly those "you had to be there" moments. So everyone thinks you're strange when you describe what you do to entertain yourself. (Except other missionaries who have experienced the same.)
Then the trailer finally came and the elders had to take my stupid desk apart to get it through the door, then put it back together in Trumbull. It took forever and I felt so bad. Hey, at least I had no control over it. If they'd asked me I would've said gimme a futon instead of a desk. So much easier to transport. I can study on a futon, right? Why not?
The other day Sister Johnston and I were tracting in one of the neighborhoods that's
very close to the Bridgeport city line. Bridgeport is, well, let's just say it's one
of those cities sisters are NOT allowed to serve in. The neighborhood in question is one of those where people always tell us, BE CAREFUL! Bless their grandmotherly hearts. Anyway, someone had told us recently about a bar nearby where people supposedly have shady dealings going on in the parking lot, and then they go out and mug people while under the influence of who knows what, and they have two guys to jump you and one guy to be the lookout. Thanks, that makes us feel really safe! (I know. You don't believe Connecticut would have ghettos. No one does, until they actually get here. Hartford's supposed to be in the top ten in the nation for violent crime, or something like that.)
Long story made longer ”itâ's dark, we're in this neighborhood and are feeling a bit
paranoid anyway from all the recent stories. We're crossing from one side of the street to the other and Sister Johnston stops dead in her tracks, and is staring at something, and starting to freak out. I'm asking her what's wrong, thinking it could be any number of things. Then she points it out to me. What did it turn out to be? A TOY gun, lying on the ground. It sure looked real from far away, though. So have no fear toy guns are the scariest thing we see around here. (Things will really get fun when we get put in the Bridgeport district and have to go to district meetings in Bridgeport. Good thing those meetings are in the daytime!! That's all I have to say about that.)
Side note: I keep forgetting to mention this every single Monday Easton is Helen
Keller's birthplace! Easton's in our area. It's a beautiful town. Y'all should
come see it sometime. (Not while I'm here, though. That could be distracting.)
Trumbull is also a beautiful town. We got the first snow on Saturday, and with all the lights and snow Trumbull looks like a little Dickens village. (People go all out here with decorations, just like they did for Halloween.) The new apartment is fun it's a little in-law type apartment on the side of a house. Apparently the Trumbull Republican party previously had their headquarters in our little apartment. It reminded me of Dad going to Utah Democratic Party conventions in someone's living room. Almost the same thing, just the tables are turned now.
Anyway, we have our own washer and dryer and we're on the main floor and very very
spoiled. It does make VERY weird noises, especially at night. The first night we thought someone was banging on the side of the house, trying to break in. Nope, just the pipes! We're living in Trumbull but will still just cover Fairfield and Easton until the elders leave, the week of Christmas. Then we'll be the only missionaries in the ward. Sad! So right now we live out of our area. "Elder, can we get permission to leave our area so we can sleep?"
Wow, this is a really long epistle, and I talked about very non-spiritual things. But believe me when I tell you that the miracles and spiritual experiences are real, and they happen all the time. Most of them are so personal that I don't put them in the mass emails. You may not hear about them, but they are so real!
Love,
Sister Monson
know the new address at that point anyway, but I should have mentioned it. Sorry! We
moved on Tuesday. We’ll fill out change-of-address forms ASAP so hopefully no one has sent anything that will get lost.
New address:
6295 Main St.
Trumbull, CT
06006
The move made things a little crazy, which is to be expected. It was rather enjoyable, though, as moving goes. The weather was unusually warm so it wasn't too bad for being in and out a lot. The Trumbull elders came to help us move our furniture. They came to the old apartment and moved all the furniture out, and then the trailer was about 2 hours late. Hmmm...two elders and two sisters outside, can't go inside (un-chaperoned), and there's a bunch of furniture lying around on the lawn. What would you have done? We got creative with our entertainment. Creativity may or may not have included some of the following: throwing furniture, jumping on the mattresses, and Elder Allred testing out the stair-stepper while describing it in his Shrek voice, all on video. (I told you, he does an AMAZINGLY good Shrek accent.) Then somehow Sister Johnston was up in the top of a tree. Don't worry, nothing was damaged. No animals were harmed in the making of those films.
I love missionary life! There is just no substitute for a bunch of kids in their twenties in an environment with no TV. I've really learned how to have fun out here. The best part about this type of "creative" entertainment is that it really doesn't sound fun when you try to describe it to someone else. It's mostly those "you had to be there" moments. So everyone thinks you're strange when you describe what you do to entertain yourself. (Except other missionaries who have experienced the same.)
Then the trailer finally came and the elders had to take my stupid desk apart to get it through the door, then put it back together in Trumbull. It took forever and I felt so bad. Hey, at least I had no control over it. If they'd asked me I would've said gimme a futon instead of a desk. So much easier to transport. I can study on a futon, right? Why not?
The other day Sister Johnston and I were tracting in one of the neighborhoods that's
very close to the Bridgeport city line. Bridgeport is, well, let's just say it's one
of those cities sisters are NOT allowed to serve in. The neighborhood in question is one of those where people always tell us, BE CAREFUL! Bless their grandmotherly hearts. Anyway, someone had told us recently about a bar nearby where people supposedly have shady dealings going on in the parking lot, and then they go out and mug people while under the influence of who knows what, and they have two guys to jump you and one guy to be the lookout. Thanks, that makes us feel really safe! (I know. You don't believe Connecticut would have ghettos. No one does, until they actually get here. Hartford's supposed to be in the top ten in the nation for violent crime, or something like that.)
Long story made longer ”itâ's dark, we're in this neighborhood and are feeling a bit
paranoid anyway from all the recent stories. We're crossing from one side of the street to the other and Sister Johnston stops dead in her tracks, and is staring at something, and starting to freak out. I'm asking her what's wrong, thinking it could be any number of things. Then she points it out to me. What did it turn out to be? A TOY gun, lying on the ground. It sure looked real from far away, though. So have no fear toy guns are the scariest thing we see around here. (Things will really get fun when we get put in the Bridgeport district and have to go to district meetings in Bridgeport. Good thing those meetings are in the daytime!! That's all I have to say about that.)
Side note: I keep forgetting to mention this every single Monday Easton is Helen
Keller's birthplace! Easton's in our area. It's a beautiful town. Y'all should
come see it sometime. (Not while I'm here, though. That could be distracting.)
Trumbull is also a beautiful town. We got the first snow on Saturday, and with all the lights and snow Trumbull looks like a little Dickens village. (People go all out here with decorations, just like they did for Halloween.) The new apartment is fun it's a little in-law type apartment on the side of a house. Apparently the Trumbull Republican party previously had their headquarters in our little apartment. It reminded me of Dad going to Utah Democratic Party conventions in someone's living room. Almost the same thing, just the tables are turned now.
Anyway, we have our own washer and dryer and we're on the main floor and very very
spoiled. It does make VERY weird noises, especially at night. The first night we thought someone was banging on the side of the house, trying to break in. Nope, just the pipes! We're living in Trumbull but will still just cover Fairfield and Easton until the elders leave, the week of Christmas. Then we'll be the only missionaries in the ward. Sad! So right now we live out of our area. "Elder, can we get permission to leave our area so we can sleep?"
Wow, this is a really long epistle, and I talked about very non-spiritual things. But believe me when I tell you that the miracles and spiritual experiences are real, and they happen all the time. Most of them are so personal that I don't put them in the mass emails. You may not hear about them, but they are so real!
Love,
Sister Monson
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