Conference weekend again, was a dream!

Bonjour mes amis,

 

Conference weekend again, was a dream!  Let me first start by FREAKING OUT about the new minimum ages for missionaries!  Sister Savelio and I got to listen to that first session in the conference center.  I almost couldn't pay attention to the rest of the talks after the prophet's because I was so excited for the new missionaries.  Sure, it makes me feel a little crusty but this means so many amazing things for the world!  After I found out that the age for girls to go on missions went from 21 to 19 and boys changed from 19 to 18, I started making a lot of calculations.  I have concluded that:

1. There will be a zillion more Sister missionaries in the world!
2. My companion will train a 19 year old, hahaha.
3. The youth really must be doing something right.
4. The world's coming to an end!  But really, the Lord is certainly hastening His work.
5. There will be a lot less baby weddings.
6. Now high school sweethearts can serve at the same time... good or bad, you decide.
7. Carson can serve a mission in 6 years... yikes.

This news quickly became my favourite pick up line at conference.  I went up to every young person and asked them if they're turning in their mission papers tomorrow.  So many of them said yes!  Serisouly, we talked to soooo many 19 and 20 year old girls who have been waiting fot this day to come.  So we loved giving them bits of advice for what to expect and how to prepare.

 

 I almost can't remember what else happened at conference.  I did my best to pay attention to the people I was talking to and not look for people I knew or look for Ensign-y cameras. 

 

We got a fresh batch of sisters on Temple Square which means many just went home or outbound to another mission for a bit.  Three sisters in my class went out and they were 3 of my very best friends here so that kind of stinketh.  I need to find new running partners in the morning.  Speaking of which... Sister Savelio and I are together for another 6 weeks.  We won't be serving at Welfare Square anymore but our new assignment is sports coordinators.  I knew it would come to me sooner or later.  It's not a heavy assignment at all, we're just in charge of organing early morning sports if we want to play some.  We'll be playing basketball pretty soon but I need to find a rugby ball so we can attempt some non-contact indoor rugby.  With sister missionaries.  Hmmmm.  We'll see if that happens. 

 

Since a lot of my homies went outbound, they transfered me a heck of a lot of their investigators.  It's actually perfect because we have a lot of online teaching time in my new zone.  So, we are excited to baptize the world this transfer!  Also, 3 of the best french speakers went outbound so they left 4 non native French speakers to run the carré (square).  The sisters also transfered me some French speakers to teach online which freaks me out because it's just so hard for me to speak french with people over the phone.  I already called a man from the Ivory Coast today.  The connaction was bad and my brain was bad becasue the only word I understood him say was "âllo?."  So it's safe to say Imma be contacting this many through email from now on.  Also a set of sisters already tried to schedule me a 40 people French motor coach but luckily it was on my pday.    I just need to endure 6 weeks before Sister Labbé from Québec comes back to Temple Square to save my French life. 

 

We have a new investigator over the phone named Linda.  She googled finding hope and landed on a number to call Church headquarters, where I answered.  The conversation was so intense.  Sometimes I wasn't sure if I was being a missionary of a social worker.  Probably both.  Crying, she told me about her specific struggles in life and we read a few scriptures and discussed the Atonement.  I told her that God is stretching her but she cried out loudly saying, "It's too much!"  Then I told her a story about one of the Hancart Pionners who came to Salt Lake.  He described his pain, walking for thousands of miles.  He would pick out a bush or somehitng on the side of the road and said that I soon as he got there, he would give up.  When he eventually did get to that bush he said that the cart started pushing him.  He looked back many times to see who was pushing his cart but he saw no one.  I did my best to apply this to Linda and set an apointment to call her after Conference.  When we called her back, she was so happy.  She said that our phone appointment was her "next bush" that she was trying to get to all weekend.  I honeslty had no idea what she was talking about when she said bush because my mind was so full of conference-ness but then I realized what she meant.  She told me that just the sound of my voice gives her hope to go on to the next bush.  I'm still super humbled by that.  Hopefully now she has already met with local missionaries; we'll find out soon.  The hardest thing in this for me is making sure that I am a missionary and not her social worker. 

 

I could keep going and going but time's up and I gotsta run.  I was so happy to hear about huge baby Henry! 

 

-LOVE SISTER KYLE