This week:
-we were "roped" into teaching the achievement day girls how to hoedown. (Get it π) they didn't have anyone to teach them how to dance for their Valentine Daddy Daughter Date. So naturally, the two of us being from the country of Utah, taught them the boot scoot and boogie!
- we had an investigator text us saying she had looked up some stuff online and we needed to talk. We really love her and we were terrified. We prayed so hard and went in. Turns out she just wasn't sure if we believed in the Holy Ghost. We showed her the articles of faith, and cleared it up really quick. We were so relieved.
The Best/Worst Thing Ever:
I ordered a present for Sister Hurd who was going home. I ordered it January 3rd and it STILL wasn't here until the day before she went home it came in the mail. So I was able to give it to her. Sister Hurd got permission to come up the day before transfers to say goodbyes and spend the night at my house. So we went on exchanges, our companions were together. And we headed to Baton Rouge together. It was so crazy because we were both back in Baton Rouge again and I was having an identity crisis. We were visiting all of our old people that we used to visit and listening to our old songs. Except this time it was just for one day and her mission was ending the next day. We went and saw our recent convert and some members. We even saw one of our friends we met at the doll museum (let's see who remembers and who actually reads these things)
We stayed up talking and then the next morning we went to transfers. It was pouring rain and we were literally sobbing. (We were the only two there sobbing) everyone kept asking if we were okay lol. And someone literally handed me an inhaler cause they thought I was going to have an asthma attack.
So here is why I was crying (caution:this is pretty mushy so maybe don't read it.)
A TRIBUTE:
Okay y'all lemme tell you about someone named Madison Jo Hurd aka freaking psycho.
I first met Sister Hurd on July 12th, 2017. We were doubled into Baton Rouge after they had removed elders and sisters. We spent an entire 2 transfers trying to contact over 100 referrals and mapping 1011 people on a map of Baton Rouge. We went to 7 1/2 hours of church every Sunday. We helped two people make a huge step in their discipleship of Christ. We got stalked twice and had a lot of Smoothie King and Pita Pit. A. LOT. All the drives with the windows rolled down, jamming, even if it was hecka humid and we just got home sweaty, sticky, and with curly hair but so happy. We spent so many nights staying up and talking and laughing until we cried and then Id freak out because I was behind on my journal. And she put mustard on literally everything. And lifting up a freaking car. All the "check your speed"s. And fighting over the temperature controls. We somehow could never get the morning schedule down. We had a spontaneous trip to the urgent care center and all the trips to every restaurant restroom in Baton Rouge. We did service in a haunted doll museum and met two of the best people in the world. We rode in a hot air ballooon. And searched for all graffiti. We spend wayyy too much time on the phone calling each other every.single.week. She taught me how to love Louisiana and to LOVE the people in it. She taught me what it really means to use the Atonement of Jesus Christ and to be a new person because of it. She taught me how to work hard and have fun. She taught me that you could choose to let trials and afflictions either make or break you.
She is my best friend. And I really truly mean that. She is my other half and she kept me on my mission. So many times when i thought about going home, she kept me going. There is no better person in this world. She changed my life.
I can't wait to come home and live together and go on the great American road trip we have been planning.
I'm so grateful for the Lord and President Varner for deciding to put two crazy chicas together to take over BR.











































