Saturday, November 9, 2013

Bye Bye Baby City Breda

So. Transfer calls. My companion goes crazy over information. She craves it. It's a problem. Anyways, the rule is, if you're getting transferred, you get a call on Sunday night. If nothing is happening to you, you don't get a call. So last night, we were waiting for a call and I decided to play a prank on my companion. I change the name of the Roosendaal elders in our phone to President Robinson (because of the dutch phones it puts the last name first, so his real name in our phone was Robinson President) and I texted the elders asking them to call us. So they did, and when Zuster Nelson saw that it said "President Robinson" on the phone, she freaked out. So We answered the phone and in her most professional sounding voice, says "Hello, with the Zusters te Breda!" And on the other end of the phone, our super professional district leader (that's a joke...def not profesh) in the deepest voice he can muster, goes "yo, diggity wiggity." For half a second, Zuster Nelson was so confused and didn't understand what was happening... and then she realized the prank. I laughed so hard I nearly peed my tights.

But the night went on and we didn't get any calls. So we thought we were safe. But the universe got me back this morning in the form of a phone call from the Roosendaal elders saying that I was being thrown up to Assen. What? Well, let's just say it's been a hard day.

I don't like goodbyes, so I usually don't say them. I usually just disappear. But my companion isn't letting me do that. So I guess I get to cry for a few days. 

I am going to miss this place so much. It's where I was born. It is truly paradise. It is beautiful. This past week, we knocked almost every door on this one street looking for this former investigator (the missionaries didn't write his name down on the teaching record) and didn't find him until two days later when we found him at another old investigator's house, a Jehovah's Witness, and we caught them in the middle of bible study and taught them the plan of salvation ON REQUEST. 

We started teaching the daughter of two pastors of the evangelical church. Her whole family has spread anti all over her about the church but she is still open and positive about meeting with us and finding out if our message really is true.

We had an investigator come to church through the rain with her two small children even though she had to take two busses to get there. She said she felt the spirit so strong during testimony meeting that she wanted to get up and bear her testimony, too.

Idaho finally came to church again! And brought her friend! And I bore my testimony in dutch and it was so bad! But I love claiming the language barrier as an excuse sometimes. Haha. 

We went downtown and window shopped with an investigator, then got some ice cream (even though it was freezing) and then sat and taught them the word of wisdom while they drank some alcohol. This is the life. 

When I am teaching, I find that all I have to do is open my mouth and let the spirit testify. Usually something falls out that I had never even thought of before but that provides the answer someone listening is seeking. When I take a step back, I realize--I am really changing people's lives. I am doing it. Well--I am actually just inviting and helping. But I am involved in a great and marvelous work. 

I have no idea what is in store for me in Assen, but I am going to find it. And it is going to be wonderful. 

Love you all! Til next week--

Zuster Hoff from the Zusters te Breda
Two people in my mission have had brothers who have passed away at home in the last month or so. It's sad. One is an Assistant to the President and one is my sister training leader. The other day I was on exchanges with the Sister Training Leader in Maastricht and she read me a letter from someone back home what they wrote to her and it said "imagine the blessings your family will now have, having two missionaries out at the same time. One on this side of the viel, one on the other." Sometimes I forget that I have help on the other side of the veil. But I know that whether or not I am aware of it, I have been recieving it

Monday, June 24, 2013

First Week In Breda


Church was grewat. Bishop let my comp borrow one of his bikes and he let me also borrow none too while he fixes mine up

My creativity is out this week. So much go go go, not enough time to muster energy. So since these computers are way slow, and we have so little time, I will just go through this last week. It was actually a really great week, I have gotten to be a lot more comfortable with the Nederlanders and although I feel my language isn´t getting better, my fluent companion (Her name is Zuster Nielson, by the way) says I am, but I dont feel it. Hopefully she´s right. Did I tell you guys she goes home after this transfer? Yeah. I am so young in the mission compared to her.

Well this week was great. Last monday we had a dinner appointment with one of our progressing investigators. She is just the absolute most sweetest woman. She wants to get baptized but she is having a difficult time quitting smoking and there are problems surrounding her living situation with her boyfriend and not being able to get married right now because of issues. There were so many things that I wanted to say but I didn´t know how, so I just cried while she talked about her feelings and struggles. Then Ether 12:27 came to mind and I pulled out my scriptures and flipped there and had her read it and she started crying and then in very broken dutch I told her that through the enabling power of the atonement, we can recieve strength beyond our own and that ¨nobody´s weaknesses are greater than the strengths within him/her, because each of us are children of God with his divinity and diving potential woven into the very fabric of our souls.¨ It was so great. Love her.

Then on tuesday we saw so many miracles. First off, we went to visit one of the older ladies in our ward who wants the lessons again (the one who called me a princess) and she lives in an old folks home and we went into her room with her and what is coming from her stereo? MC Hammer, ¨Cant Touch This.¨That´s what´s up. So we start giving the lesson (it´s my turn to start so I do) and she interrupts me midsentence to tell me that I don´t speak good dutch. Thank you...I know. After that we were walking..somewhere...and my companion goes up to a lady who´s obviously Hindu who is taking her two boys to school and tells her that we have a message about eternal families (a lot more eloquently than I just typed it) and she told us to come with her to get her boys to school (the school was right there) and then she took us back to her apartment, her husband was there, and they sat and talked to us and we gave them a book of mormon, and their mother language is Tamil (which we conviently have a copy in that language in our apartment) and we made an appointment with them for this wednesday and we´re bringing the Tamil copy. Sweetness. Then we dropped by an old investigator who went back to Africa a while ago to sort out legal stuff (I think?) and he wasn´t back yet, but his 5 kids and wife were there. We talked to them and asked if they´d be interested. She said she´s just so busy with the family. Well, good thing the chuch does this thing called FAMILY HOME EVENING. Yep, we made an appointment to come do one with them on July 4. Rock on. Tuesday was just rockin.
Wednesday we did exchanges with the sisters serving down in Genk, Belgium. That was a lot of fun. I couldn´t rely on my companion to know my city, though, so I had to step up to the plate and lead the way. Did we get lost a lot? You bet. It was awesome. then we had shoarma for dinner. there are shoarma places errwhere here. 
Thursday was good. We went up to the mission home (all the sisters in Antwerpen zone) to spend the night so we could go to zone conference in Leiden the next day. That was so much fun. Then Zone conference was uh-mazing. Loved it. And Genk couldn´t get back to Genk in time to catch a bus home, so they stayed in Breda with us that night...party. I love the missionaries in this mission.

I was talking to this sweetheart of a sister, Zr. Brown, who is serving in Genk, and she was telling me about how the first around 9 months of the mission is like going through the refiner´s fire. She told me a story about how there were these women who wanted to know how silver was made, so they went down to the balcksmith or whoever makes silver place and had the man show them. He said ¨when I put it through the hottest part, that´s when I watch it the closest, and I only  take it out when I can see my reflection in it.¨Ugh how perfect. Love her. Love stories like that.

Church was great yesterday, frst time meeting with the Tillburg Branch and they have about 20 members. It´s so great. So much work to do in that area. So exciting. Bishop gave my comp a bike to borrow and mine ended up having a hole in the tire so he gave me one too to borrow while he fixed mine. I love ward members, they are just so helpful. Yesterday was actually my first day riding my bike...ina skirt...AND it was raining. I was unnaturally happy. It was awesome. And I´m almost positive if I wasnt on a mission I would not think that is cool. BUT IT WAS.
My companion is great. She made me breakfast this morning. Those pannenkoken things or whatever they´re called...the dutch pancakes? yeah. she also introduced me to belgian chocolate this past week. Yeah I like her a lot. :)
Well there´s the scoop for this past week. Life is great, beer is against the word of wisdom, and people ARE crazy. The Lord has plans for The Netherlands:) Im thankful I get to be a part of them :)

xoxo

Zuster Hoff

That IS the language they taught me in the MTC!


I know you were all worried, but have no fear, Dutch is in fact the language they speak in the Netherlands, and the language they taught me in the MTC. However, I only know gospel dutch, so I speak a lot of Neder-engels and I smile and nod a lot. It´s kinda awk sometimes.

So the flight here was riddikilik long, but not as bad as I expected it to be. The hotel we stayed at the first night was the one connected to the Schipol airport. DANG. That was one NICE hotel. I definately also blew out my hairdryer because I did not check the voltage on that thing. Dang. I caused a power outage in the room. But the lights came back on, thankfully. I said a fervent prayer of thanks for that one. My roommate was even in the shower when that happened. "Zuster Hoff..." I hear apprehensively from the bathroom. "wat doen je?" Hahah.

The first day we went into Leiden to do legality stuffs and we had lunch there. Swordfish was an option. I am sorry to say that I did not eat the swordfish. However, the following morning we had the most leukste breakfast ever. It was so eurpoean and it was a buffet I swear I died and went to heaven.

So this week has been crazy. Between jet lag and being sick and travelling EVERYWHERE and not knowing where I am and freaking out and y´know, adjusting, I don´t even know anymore.

I am serving in Breda, a small town south of Zuid Holland and it includes Tillburg and Roosendaal. So much of the time here is spent travelling. The ward just split on sunday and now we´re in two wards and that just means--THERE IS WORK TO DO. I am excited but totally freaked out. I´m in a foreign country and I dont know what I´m doing!

My companion is the sister training leader in the zone, so she has to go on splits with everyone in the zone means that I get to go on splits with all the sisters in the zone, too. Sweet. Last week I went up to Gouda because she had a meeting to go to with the sister training leader in the Appledorn stake and so I worked in Gouda for the day with another greenie and it was awesome. I was so impressed. We met a lady who was interested and then we basically taught the whole first lesson to a man in the park, it was so cool. People say that Europe is such a hard place, but it´s wonderful. It´s all about who you are, I think. I mean, people are people everywhere. Back in the MTC I said something about people bugging me, and Broeder Hulme said that there were going to be people out in the field and I said not the same kind of people, and he said There is only one kind of people. Gods children. TRUTH.

So We had our first lesson with an investigator....she didn´t want us coming back :( she liked coffee. I think she was catholic. I wish I could´ve said something but words just aren´t coming to me.

the wward is super sweet and I got a free bike from em. There was a really old lady who was just adorable who told me I looked like  aprincess and wanted to be my friend. I didn´t even say two words to her. But she was adorable.

We have next to no time here for emailing so I shall Tot Ziens to ya. I love you guys! Byeee!

xoxo

Zuster Hoff

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Rule Number 1 of the MTC is...


 
DON'T GET SICK! Everybody and their mom (okay, so only the missionaries that I met) told me to not get sick on the mission. I tried. I tried to be healthy, I used my sparkly hand sanitizer, I commanded my body not to get sick. And then it did. GAH. That's okay, though, because I busted out the stash of pills my mother sent with me and just took a junk ton of vitamins and other sorts of health stuff and I ate a lot of oranges and grapefruit (which...people actually LIKE grapefruit? not my fruit. Fer sure.) So I've gotten healthier. But soo many people have gotten sick while here. I don't know what it is--probably the change of the seasons. Yep. Now my companion has a nasty cough :(

 
That being said, there are so many other things I wish I knew before I came to the MTC. And other things that I should've done differently. and then some things I did do well that I'm glad I did.

 

For example: I wish I understood that I didn't really need to buy a new toothbrush for this...I could have brought my nice, better one. For some reason I thought the MTC was some kind of camp...or something. And I'm the kind of person who will stare at the cracker section of the grocery store trying to figure out what kind of graham crackers to buy for s'mores and then end up buying and going home with oyster crackers. That being said, in efforts to buy the cheapest toothpaste, I have been brushing my teeth for the last six weeks with Colgate kids! brand, bubble fruit flavor. Not even complaining, I love bubble fruit flavored toothpaste. But between that and my Little Mermaid bed sheets, nobody takes me very seriously. It was especially awkward when a sister asked to have some toothpaste because she had left hers back in her room. Yep...I'm a really cool Zuster.

 

Anyways:

1. Just don't shop at Downeast unless you want to have the same exact clothing as every other sister here. I understand that's like the only modest store in a lot of cases...so....you could also opt for shopping there, getting here, and then coordinating to match with sisters, like I did. Zus Packer from district B and I totes rocked our matching skirts on mint wednesday. We got both the dutch districts to wear mint on that wednesday. It was a beautiful day.

2. Make sure you write everything down in your journal. Even if you think you'll remember--you wont. I cant even remember what happened yesterday. ....OH yes I do. but that took some time.  Luckily, I wrote it down.
3. Use your time wisely. There is a lot of time in the day that the teacher isn't there. It's so easy to not do personal study because you're only accountable to yourself, but do it. They say you don't come to the MTC to learn the language. You get a fundamental of it, but that's all. You come to the MTC to learn how to be a missionary! And that involves INTENSE STUDYING. You will be just fine as long as you use your time effectively.

4. Be humble. It is a lot easier coming into this thing humbly than having this place humble you. unfortunately, I had to do the latter. I tried being humble, at first, but...I had to be more humbled, I suppose.

5. Time goes by SO scary fast. Ridiculously fast. So if you have a problem with someone--a district leader, a companion, a branch president, a teacher---either talk about it if it's a huge deal or just get over it, because life is like a basket weave--oftentimes you'll never meet the same people again, but their strand of thread crosses yours at a perfect moment of time and then they're gone. So tough out the hard times that make you appreciate the good ones. Or better yet, just make all the hard times good ones, because otherwise you're just wasting time. Someone said something that offended you? Don't take offense. "A fool is one who takes offense when none is intended. A greater fool is one who takes offense when it is intended." Anger is a useless emotion. Unproductive. Just makes you feel bad. Same with frustration and discouragement. Don't let the devil use his tool of discouragement on you.

6. Dont sit by the ice box on the first day--because then it's your spot for the next however long you're there and you and your companion FREEZE.

7. Make friends with everyone. Seriously. You meet the darndest people in the MTC bathrooms. One of my favorites, Sister Naked (Sister Boone, but I called her sister naked and she called me sister garden. Why? Because the first time I met her she came in to the bathroom and started talking to one of her roommates about how some sisters came and knocked on her door and she thought they were her friends, so trying to be funny she called out "I'm naked" and turns out she didn't know them at all. and then my last name means garden, we've been over this) left for Boston today on her reassignment. She was supposed to go to Peru. But see, friend for life because of the MTC bathroom.

8. Seriously pack smartly. Just do it. You don't need to take that much stuff. And you should probably consider good shoes. before a month.

9. Just listen to your mother. She may nag you a lot, but if you don't, you will probably end up like me thinking "I should've listened to my mother." About everything. You're mother is a genius, that's why her name is mom.

10. You'll hear it 17 thousand times while you're here and even before you get here, but BE OBEDIENT. Obedience is the first law of heaven, or something cool like that. "Obedience brings blessings. Exact obedience brings miracles."

11. Dont get lazy before you come in. I know the wait is excruciating, but if you get slothful with your studies or motivation, it's...not good.

12. PRAY ALL THE TIME.

 

Okay so there's that. Now: overview of past week:

 

1. We had mission conference on Sunday. District President Jenkins was our "special speaker" and he came to OUR DISTRICT afterwards for our district meeting. We talked about the Atonement. It was INTENSE. I learned so much though.

2. My companion's graduation from college was on saturday and she didn't get to be there because she's here, doin the work, so Elder Corsini, our district AND zone president, put on a little ceremony for her. and invited the WHOLE ZONE. It was hilarious. She wore a sheet as her gown. He wore his bathrobe as his. Oh man. Hilarious.

3. We got baptismal commitments from our two "investigators" yesterday. Yeah, two committments in one day.

4. We got a new dutch district! 8 elders going to Suriname! We also got more Sweeds.

5. One of our teachers reverantly talked about how much swagger Ammon had for boasting of his God.

 

This being my last P-day in the MTC is cray. I think if I had to say what I learned the most about it would definately be repentance. Repentance=change. Change for the better. And we all need to change for the better. And it is through Christ and His Atonement that we can turn away from an old life and an old self and become someone new and better. Some people will never let you forget some things you've done, but once you repent, Heavenly Father doesn't remember it anymore. Ever. At all. It's like that super cool thing that takes all the inaapropriateness out of movies. And I may have said this all before but the purpose is to invite others to recieve the gospel through faith, repentance, baptism, holy ghost, and enduring to the end. Repentance seems so daunting. So severe. But it's not. It's a gift. An opportunity to stop being someone we dont like and become someone we love. I just love that a lot.

 

We got our travel plans this past week! WOOOOO!!! We leave on Monday the 10th to go to Amsterdam! It's a straight through 13 hour flight. From Salt Lake to Amsterdam. Yeah whatup. So excited.

 

Well, Tot Holland!

 

xoxo

 

Zuster Hoff

May 28th- All is Well. All is Well.


 
 
We sang Come Come Ye Saints at devotional on Sunday with the recording of MoTab. Yeah, it was rocking. "Why should we mourn and think our lot is hard? Tis not so. All is well."

This week has been...pretttyyy uneventful. Our Norweigians in our branch have left us, so now the Sweeds, Danes, and Norweigians have left and there's only the Dutch. We're next! Two weeks! Tomorrow we get more Sweeds and more Dutch, but these Dutch are going to Suriname. We have two of those right now. They leave next week.

Sydney, or now known as Sister Williams, came in on wednesday and I got the pleasure of seeing her cute face. And taking a picture with it. With her camera, though, so...yaya!

Anyway. Let's see. This past week has been crazy fast. They just keep getting faster. And you want to know what's crazy? My release date from missionary service is October 28 2014. Today officially makes me 1 month down, 17 to go. CRAZY. I feel like I'm wasting time! But there's still so much to learn and so much to take in, so I will chill out (even tjillen, as the Dutch say) and just do all I can to make myself as ready as can be for my trainer that I'll be meeting in TWO WEEKS.

On Sunday, we watched Sister Monson's funeral. :(  How sweet. I am so thankful for the Plan of Salvation and for knowing that the end of mortality is not the end of life. I love the comfort we can find in even the most sorrowful times and I am thankful for how thin the veil gets when we have that much pain. I'm thankful for Christ's atonement, knowing full well that He decended all the pains and sins and sorrows of life and has overcome them all, even the world, that we too can overcome trials and tribulations through Him, our Savior and Redeemer. I am thankful  that Christ suffered alone so that we never have to and I find comfort in knowing that every trial we must face is necessary for our salvation. Christ suffered the most pain of all and He was the only begotten of the Father.  The nail wounds in His hands and feet are evidence that pain happens to even the pure and perfect and that trails are not evidence that God doesn't love us (I got that from Jeffery R Holland, so...yeah he's a genius.) I love this gospel. I love my nametag that puts my family's name and Christ's name engraved the grandest so that I never forget who I'm representing. And I'm thankful for learning dutch, even though my english has been suffering because of it.

I love the gift of tongues. I can gage how present and strong the spirit is in a lesson according to how well I can find words. Those days that I can say everything I want to and it all comes smoothly--those are the days that blow my mind. It's awesome.

I really love dutch.

In Relief Society on Sunday, the first councilor in the relief society presidency was supposed to come talk to us. Yep, she never showed up...so I hope she's okay.

I seriously never get time to think so I dont have a lot else to report about what else happened this past week. I can remember what I did today. ----laundry. Hurrah for clean clothes. Can I get an Amen?

OH! I got a letter from my girl Sister Nordgren last week. It was a prank letter. Glitter all up in everything. What up. Finally gettin back what I've been dishing out. And I love it. My companion/district? Not so crazy about it. But I think it's hilarious. Please send prank letters. I got another one today from Sister Hendricks. Confetti in that one. I love sister missionaries.

Here is a quick overview of my district sisters/roomies:

Zus Schwab: she sings a mean alto line. She is hilarious. She wants to be a elementary school teacher and believe you me, she would be fantastic. She's kind of like me in that she is like a 6 year old in a 20 year old's body. She has an awesome relationship with her scriptures and she lights up my life.

Zus Aston: Pretty quiet, but really funny and sweet when she talks. Just about the cutest sister missionary. she's pretty small. She just turned 19 in March. She's just wonderful and I'm thankful for her and her perspective.

Zus Nelson: Pretty much the nicest person ever. First week I said I thought I forgot socks and she gave me one of her pairs. She's given me cute skirts because she's the sweetest. Always smiles. always happy. Always positive like I want to be. Always cute outfits. And she's passionate about the work which is refreshing.

Zus Aldous: A world traveller. She's been to 22 countries and she's fluent in German (so this dutch thing is a walk in the park for her. she just needs to add more phlegm. She is pretty tiny. She's 21 and she's so sweet and postivie and she with Nelson is a Sister Training leader for the branch. So Perfect, they make the best team.

and then we have my comp, Zus Western: She's beautiful. She is graduated from college with a degree in neuropsychology (so look out we have a genius here) and she is fairly quiet (so you can imagine how much she loves her companion) and she sings like an angel. We sing together and it's magical. She has a beautiful smile (perfect teeth without braces or cavities ever. how do you do that?) and...she's actually pretty funny so we laugh a lot. I love laughing, so that's good. OH, and she's way popular and gets like 12 letters a day.

Look out Belgium/Netherlands, we're coming for you. We gon find you. and you can run and tell that,  homeboy. (10 points to anyone who understands that reference)

 

That's my week and my district.

I would say write me...but that hasn't proved effective in the past. Hahaha

Love you

xoxo

 

Zuster Hoff

 

 

May 21st --We're all on the Lord's Side



 
Our jersies are our nametags, whether they're pinned on our shirts or painted on our hearts, and a victory for the one is a victory for the Lord.

 

Imagine you are up in heaven with 2000 people. There are two men standing to the side and one asks to the other "what's going on here?" The other says back "Jehova is coming to pick one of the 2000 to be his personal representative on the earth and his/her job is going to be to go down there and explain what happened up here." Jehova comes, and out of the 2000, He picks you. You are in awe. How lucky are you.

 

How lucky am I to be able to wear this nametag, with my name next to Jesus Christ's, being His personal representative, and of all times and places, He sends me here, now. How lucky am I to be able to be a part of His work and labor is His vineyard. Pretty dang lucky. Or, as I like to call it, blessed.

 

Last Tuesday night, Elder Russel M. Nelson came to give a devotional. I got to sing in the choir. It was so neat. Being in the same room as an apostle of the Lord brings a pretty special spirit. I've never been to General Conference, so I was pretty dang giddy. He talked about being happy- "men are that they night have joy--so look like it!" Well. That is definately something to remember. At all times. I've been workin on smiling more lately. My face hurts.

 

Mary Edmunds came and gave the Sunday devotional and it was SO GREAT. Update: for all who don't know who she is, look her up. I think they said she was the second councilor in the general relief society presidency for 11 years and she and her companion were the first two sisters in the Phillipines or something like that. Anyway, she gets up to speak after an INCREDIBLE musical number and says "May I just say 'hubba hubba.'" Hahaha she's so old and just hilarious. She also talked about having joy. "it is not just a suggestion, it is a commandment." She said that when your countenance shines with the light of Christ, people will want to know why. When you have the gospel and you know that it's true, what reason have ye to be sad? Satan, or as Sister Edmunds calls him, "What's his no-face" (cuz he doesn't have a face cuz he doesn't have a body, get it? ha-ha) cant make you have a sad countenance, only you can--so diss him and dismiss him! (Yeah, she actually said that. She is pretty sassy.)

 

She went on to say some other good stuff like turn your life over to God--He can make more of it than you can. And also, when you're on a mission, you have help from both sides of the viel. Aint that the truth. Sister Nelson, last Tuesday, said to pray to find the people whose ancestors are praying for you. I found that interesting. Pretty sweet.

 

I have also been teaching the first vision quite a lot and I was feeling like it was so rote and then Mary Edmunds brought up such a wonderful point: think of all the prayers throughout eternity that were answered that 1820 morning when Joseph Smith went to pray.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, the power of prayer is real. Let me explain you a thing about tender mercies. After a cafeteria line longer than my great-grandmother's life, there was one piece of carrot cake (basically the best part of the entire MTC) left. For me. I testify that God lives and He loves us.

 

So the weeks are going by so fast and I don't even know what to talk about. My sister told me to tell her about my adventures, but seriously it's pretty routine here. I find it so crazy we are already halfway through these 6 MTC weeks.

 

So literally every morning, we get up at 6:30, go to gym, go to Breakfast , go to class, sing, learn, teach "investigators," sing, study, lunch, class, sing, learn, teach "investigators," sing, language study, dinner, more studying (unless it's sunday or tuesday and we have a devotional) and then we go to room and sleep at 10:30. That's the life of a missionary at the MTC. It's really fun but it's not very...adventurous.

Tomorrow we are starting an english fast for the next three weeks. Good luck with that, I say to my entire district. We haven't even made it for a day yet. But hey, I have faith we can do it.

 

I have also been lied to for three weeks. It is not zoo-stir hoff but it's like...z-ehh-ster hoff. Or whatever. We decided that if we say it fast enough it'll sound right.

 

I laugh a lot here. There are some pretty hilarious people and things that happen. The girls in my district are hilarious. Mostly just Zuster Schwab, though. She is one of the most entertaining people I have ever met. I was planning on writing bios for you on all the girls in my room/district (because they're the same girls in my room and in my district) but it looks like I am about out of time. I'll have to sometime, though. They're just too great not to tell about.

 

True to the faith, Brothers and Sisters,

 

Have a wonderful life in the real world.

 

Send letters--my comp is still way more popular than me. Let's even it out, shall we? You can send a letter for free at Dearelder.com (I am a sister...Kiki sent letters to Elder Tyffani Hoff...I still got them though so yay.) And if you're a fan of snail mail, take advantage of my next 3 weeks in the US:

 

Zuster Tyffani Hoff

MTC Mailbox #63

BEL-NETH 0610

2005 N 900 E

Provo, UT 84604

 

Off to learn how to bring the world His truth!

 

Tot ziens!
 
 
 
Zuster Hoff
 
 

Saturday, May 18, 2013

My Mother Put the Song of Testimony in My Heart

We didn't get to call home for Mother's day here in the MTC (understandably) but I LOVE MY MOMMY! Happy late Mother's day! She is the reason I get to be here. I am so thankful. She, as the title suggests, put the song of testimony in my heart. :)

 
This past week was sweet. For Relief Society on Sunday, Janice Kapp Perry came to speak!!!!! If you don't know who she is, let me explain you a ting. She wrote, "As Sisters in Zion", "Armies of Helaman", "Love is Spoken Here", "A Child's Prayer", and a lot of other really super great songs gosh LOVE HER so glad she came to speak we all sang a medley of her songs and then sang another song to the tune of As Sisters In Zion that she rewrote the lyrics to and a really special one that stood out to me in the rewritten version was "the angels of heaven are walking beside us." Beautiful. We also had a super devotional on Sunday night and it made me so anxious to get out in the field and work! But I know that I still have so much left to learn so I will try to enjoy the rest of the time I have here these next few weeks. (try to--hah! I love this place. Being a missionary is SO FAB.) Then I went and watched the talk by Elder Bednar called "Character of Christ" and it was so. good. He talked about how Christ always turned outward when the natural man would turn inward and THAT was the character of Christ. In his most afflicting moment, he sent ministering angels to John. He suffered alone so that we don't have to and the healing power of the Atonement gives us strength beyond our own. LOVE THAT. Then in class we made a box so that we would "bury our weapons of rebellion" like the Anti-Nephi-Lehites and become truly converted to the Lord because the most important convert on your mission is YOU and he who is converted to the Lord, truly, will NEVER FALL AWAY. Powerful. I love Bednar for that talk. He's also a great apostle otherwise....

 
Dutch Mishap of the Week: We were practicing baptismal invitations and dood is death and doop is baptize and so Elder Nielson said "Will you follow the example of Jesus Christ and die?"

 
Can you imagine if that really happened? Like "Uh...yeah? But like...how soon are we talkin? I got things to do..."

 
Two Zusters wrote our theme song for our district. It's the cup song from Pitch Perfect with rewritter lyrics. So:

missionary : zendeling

herstelling: restoration

evangelie: gospel

heilsplan: plan of savation

doop: baptize

 

So:

We got a ticket to the netherlands

two zendelingen all the way

and we sure would like to share the good news

but we're leaving tomorrow what do you say?

 

til we're gont, til we're gone

we're gonna teach you til we're gone

we're gonna teach you the herstelling
we're gonna teach you evangelie,

oh we're gonna teach you heilsplan

 

We've got a doopen date planned for you

we'd love it if you would say yes

and we know the Lord will help you through

because we know our message is true

 

(repeat chorus (second stanza))

 

WOOO.

 
So fun fact: I feel like I've been lied to my whole life because we always said our last name was GERMAN but lo and behold, it's DUTCH. Hoff in Nederlands means GARDEN! (Hof with one h but it's pronounced the same.) BUT NOT JUST ANY REGULAR GARDEN. It means like a special garden, like Garden of Eden or Garden of Gethsemane. So I'm like, Zuster super hallowed garden over here. SWEET.

 
My companion gets so much mail. Like, so much. Like, at least two letters a day. Not even an exaggeration. And here I am over here like...yeah...I got a letter last week from my daddy. And then she complains about losing her mail. "Dangit, where did I put my mail?!" #problemsidonthave. So NEWSFLASH! You can write me a dear elder on dearelder.com for free to the provo mtc, box #63, and it will get to me the same day you write it! So...think about it. Make me not so unpopular compared to mijn collega. I'll write you back! Promise!

 
I don't have any time left. So. I will end with--I LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY! The dutch is coming great and the lessons are going great and my companion and I are getting super tight and my life is just peachy. I love the MTC. Just. Love. The. MTC. But BELGIE EN NEDERLAND IS GOING TO BE OFF THE HOOK!! I can't wait!

 

Xoxo

Zuster Super Hallowed Garden!

 

 

The Strippling Warriors of the Latter Days


Week one at the MTC: check! Week one has been crazy. I have a beautiful, brilliant companion from West Jordan, Utah, (named Zuster Western...haha Western from West Jordan) and she is God's evidence to me that He knows me and loves me. Dat is de waarhied (that is the truth.) My companion and I have both had six years of French and now we're learning Dutch, so we understand each other when we actually speak in French instead of dutch during our "investigator" lessons, but the investigator doesn't, so... that's a problem. We hit a little bit of a rough patch at the beginning but we worked it out (companionship inventory is a blessing) and at least all of our problems are out in the open. We're trying to be humble and we understand that the spirit is the one who does the converting, and for the spirit to be there, we have to get along (the spirit does not abide in settings where contentious feelings are present) and since we have put our differences aside, we have had lessons go SO MUCH BETTER.

 
Fast Sunday at the MTC was incredible. We had mission conference where some really inspired talks were given and then testimony meeting was incredible. My zone leader, who just left for Sweden, Elder Lambson, told us at the beginning that He was sitting in his seat one day during a conference and it struck him that we are the strippling warriors of the latter days. I like that a lot. and then the district leader of the other district bore his testimony and said that he closed his eyes and say the Savior walking on water and He held out His hand and said "Will you walk with me? I will walk with you." I get chills when I write that because I feel it. I know that the Lord protects his army. I know that I am so blessed. People say they are homesick but I have never felt closer to home. I know that this is where I am supposed to be. (besides, you have very little time to be homesick.)

 
My district is SO incredible. It is humbling to be among their incredible spirits. The language is seriously coming so well. I can pray and bear my testimony without looking at our phrase books and I can say actually a lot of what I want to say (the grammar is kinda weird, I don't have that down yet, but in one week, this has been incredible.)

 
I love this calling as a missionary. I love it SO much. I slept in my nametag the first two nights (mostly because I forgot it was on, but still.)

 
I have grown so much. I've realized the ways that my nature needs to change and I realize how much more moldable I need to be in the Lord's hands. Surrendering my will to His is hard but I find that when I do, I am happier, and it is really so much easier than trying to do the things I want to do and to do it my way. There are blessings all around me every day.

 
I haven't missed my phone of facebook at all. Weird. But today I wore my jeans for the first time since I got set apart and it was so weird. But good weird. I feel fab.

 
There are SO MANY SISTERS in my branch! Honestly. We have the most sisters in our branch than in any other branch in the whole MTC.

 
Today was magic Tuesday. Seriously, for some reason Belgian visas are the only ones that require a blood and stool sample, so that was really unpleasant. Magical. Really. The Netherlands doesn't even require a visa. (or so I hear)

 
People keep saying "you made it to P-day" or Sunday or something, but the question is not and was never whether or not I'll make it, but how well I make it. and I'm going to make it INCREDIBLE.

 

xoxo

 

Zuster Hoff

zoo-stir hoe-ff

 

ALSO: The first day here we sung "The Armies of Helaman." I cried. Then the next day we sang it again and changed the words to "We ARE NOW the Lord's missionaries." More tears. I LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY! HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH FOR ISRAEL! Also--my first "investigator's" name was Michael. Whatup.

By Faith All Things Are Fulfilled- Ponderosa Ward Farewell


Struggling with a testimony is something that I’ve often seen, how can one group be so moved by something that cannot be proved? But blessed is He who believes in the things he cannot see and that’s where I agree, I say FAITH, dig it J Because all the proof that I need comes from a feeling I’ve received, a tenderness within my chest, a welcomed, warm, familiar guest. It’s the Holy Spirit, I can hear it, and while whispering in my ear it quiets all my deepest fear it’s there—I have faith, DIG it.

Brothers and sisters, I stand before you this day to tell you that if you aint got faith, you aint got nothin. Quote attribution: sister horrocks of the colorado colorado springs mission.

Faith is everywhere. It is preached, sung about, there are countless talks and songs and poems about it. Faith is “a belief in things that are not seen but are true.” Faith is “not a perfect knowledge.” Faith is “things which are hoped for, but not seen.” “Faith is knowing the sun will rise lighting each new day.” Faith is everything. The bible dictionary says that faith is having confidence in something or someone. That’s probably got to be my favorite definition of faith, because faith isn’t purely religious, I mean faith centered in Jesus Christ is essential for salvation, but nonreligious people practice faith everyday when they get in their cars and naturally expect to arrive safely at their destination. They have confidence in their cars. They have confidence in their driving abilities. I have confidence in going to sleep at night with the assurance that I’ll wake up in the morning. Maybe not always on time, but I’ll wake up. I have faith that going on a mission is what I need to be doing and that it will shape me and I will find people who need me. I have faith that I will become the version of me that the Lord intended me to be if I continue to choose the right in my life and to pray and to seek counsel from the prophets and the scriptures and then follow that counsel.

Having faith helps us become who we need to be and get to where we need to go.

Becoming who we need to be relies heavily on our faith in ourselves, but it also hinges on other people’s faith in us. Likewise, another person becoming who they need to be can depend on our faith in them. Galatians 5:6 states “faith worketh by love,” which makes sense, because if we think about it, to be a disciple of Jesus Christ, we manifest it by how we treat others. We have faith in him, He says “love one another,” his greatest commandment is to love one another, and by our works (love) we show our faith. There’s this cute little quote that says “treat people as they ought to be and they will become who they ought to be. Treat people as they are, and they will remain as they are.”

The place I’ve seen this work in its truest form is when I was in young women’s. Now if you’re new to the ward or you haven’t known me that long or if you don’t know me at all, I was a really..uhm..interesting beehive and mia maid. But I had some truly incredible leaders who became my friends and who made the biggest impact on me. And Sunday school teachers, too, really. I didn’t have a lot people in my life who believed in me, but my leaders and teachers did. They tried to understand me when I threw tantrums at girls camp, they wrote me letters of encouragement, took me out to ice cream on my birthday, and invited me into their homes and they nurtured me out of this young girl who acted out and was mad at the world and pushed people away into someone who believed in herself.

When I was very young, as many of you know, my parents divorced when I was seven and my brother died suddenly when I was ten and luckily, I had faith, because if I didn’t I would be so lost right now, but when I was fifteen, I think I hit my lowest point in terms of believing in myself. And I was hurting everyday and I finally realized that I needed to change and that I needed to pick myself up, because I had to take care of myself. So I went shopping and bought a wardrobe of color (because I had always worn black, and dark eyeliner) and I wrote out a bunch of inspirational quotes and put them in my locker, and I just focused on becoming more positive and it worked. Miraculous.

I know that if I hadn’t had that faith, well let’s just say I owe my life to faith.

I also know that having faith in ourselves and in the Lord when we receive promptings is very important. When we receive promptings, and we act on them and prove that we have faith that the Lord knows people better than we do, and also when we act on our faith, we invite miracles. I think sometimes we receive weird promptings or ones that don’t make sense to us, but when we ignore them, we not only doubt our own ability to recognize instruction from the Lord, but we also undermine his omniscience. Sometimes, we’re afraid to act on promptings, but in his talk “by faith are all things fulfilled” by Marcus B Nash, he says that

Fear distracts from and undermines faith in the Savior. The Apostle Peter looked to the Lord one stormy night and walked on water—until he averted his gaze and “saw the wind boisterous [and] was afraid” and then sank into the stormy sea. He could have continued walking if he had not feared! Rather than our focusing upon and fearing the boisterous wind and waves in our lives, the Lord invites us to “look unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not.”

He also goes onto say that

sin diminishes the presence of the Spirit in our lives, and without the Holy Ghost, we will lack the spiritual stamina to hold onto and exercise faith. It is best to exercise our faith to “touch not the evil gift, nor the unclean thing”30 and to “be diligent in keeping all [the] commandments, lest … your faith fail you, and your enemies triumph over you.”31 If sin has stained your life, I invite you to exercise “faith unto repentance,”32 and the Savior, through the Atonement, will purify and heal your life.

There is a talk by Lawrence E Corbridge called “The Fourth Missionary” and he talks about how there are four different kinds of missionaries and how ultimately, we should strive to be the fourth one. What he says about the first two missionaries is similar—they lack faith enough to become who they need to be and go where they need to go. The word missionary can easily be replaced with person.

The Second Missionary cannot have faith anymore than the First. He cannot know "that the course of life which he is pursuing is according to God's will" because it isn't. If you are not doing what the Lord would have you do, you cannot believe in yourself; you cannot believe that you are worthy to receive God's help and guidance in your life. You cannot have faith to pull down the blessings of heaven into your life. The Second Missionary cannot have faith. Not because he does not believe in God; rather, because he does not believe in himself.

 Another very important point of faith, though, is to remember that it’s not just our faith in ourselves, eachother, and Christ. It’s Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ’s faith in us that matters too. We have to recognize that it is there. As members, we are taught to see other people as the Lord sees them. The Lord has faith in all of his children. All of them. We all made the correct decision in the preexistence, and we’re all loved and cherished in Him. He knows each person’s eternal potential and knows the people they are capable of being.

Faith helps us get where we need to go:

I’m so done with all these 21 year old sister missionaries saying they went on a mission before it was cool or decided to go before it was cool. Excuse me, going on a mission has always been cool. For me, going on a mission was always something I was going to do. Well, not always. When I was young, I heard my mom tell stories about her mission in Uruguay and I thought it was really cool, but I didn’t know that it was something I really wanted to do. I would go back and forth in my early teens thinking about it, but ultimately it was pretty far away so I just kinda didn’t worry about it. When I was fifteen, however, I went in to get my patriarchal blessing on a really early Sunday morning and the whole time, all I heard was that I was going on a mission. At the time, I didn’t think it was something I wanted to do, but I accepted that revelation as my own personal mandate. I was going on a mission. The weird and cool thing, though, was after that, I got my blessing back written down, and all it had was a small 3 sentences at the end of the blessing that said anything about a mission and it didn’t even say that I was going to, it just kinda said I’d get the opportunity and it’d be fulfilling. So from then on, I became the girl who was going on a mission. I would tell people and they would say “oh, but what if you get married? That’s more important.” And I would just say “sorry, but no. I’m not getting married. I’m going on a mission. I know it. It’s going to happen. The Lord and I have already talked about it, just let it happen.”

I started getting serious about the whole thing (well, more serious) around senior year and even moreso after graduation. I went to the singles ward where we had sister missionaries and I thought it was so cool. I hadn’t fed the missionaries in like 13 years, so I didn’t really know how to go about it but I fed them and we started talking and I let them know that I was going on a mission and they were like “oh, cool, how old are you?” and I would just kinda go…well, 18, but I’ve known I’m going on a mission for 3 years.” For some reason, after that, they asked me if they could start doing lessons with me because they were doing it with a few people in the ward, just reteaching the lessons, and they felt so inspired to pick me. So that was awesome, I became really comfortable with them and they taught me some awesome stuff and I would go teaching lessons with them, and so I took it upon myself to buy a pin from Deseret Book that said “missionary in training” (which I thought was cool because my brother wore a tag that said future missionary and I just feel close to him when I am preparing for a mission) and not long after I started going teaching with them, they bought me my own Preach My Gospel and left it on my doorstep with a note that said “it’s never too early to start preparing for your mission.” In September, I remember being at work one day and just feeling like I needed to get out of here and that I wanted to go to college (not just arapahoe where I was currently taking classes) so I applied to BYU I and got accepted and planned on going up there for the Winter/Spring track of classes. I would talk to my dad about how I was going to plan my life. Get my associates, work until my mission to earn money, then go on my mission, come back and finish school. Then I changed my mind, graduate by 21 and then go on my mission. One day, my mom came home from the temple and said “how set are you on going up to idaho?” and I was like…yeah I’m pretty set on that, why?” and she said “I don’t think you should be going up there. I feel like you should be going on your mission” and I was skeptical of that because my mission was still years away so I was confused and said “mom I’m not going to get married if I go there…” and she was just saying she didn’t know what it was but she didn’t think I should go. I kept on asking why why why and she said “if you knew why, you wouldn’t be making a decision out of faith.” So I got on my knees that night and prayed and said “I know it wouldn’t be faith if I knew why, but please tell me why. I feel like I’m wasting time here. I don’t feel like I should be here anymore.” Sure enough, conference was a week or two later and I’m sleeping in on Saturday morning when I hear my mother downstairs screaming my name. I thought she was dying, the way she was screaming. So I bolted out of bed and ran downstairs and I just barely missed the announcement when my mom looks at me so enthusiastically and tells me “you’re going on a mission!” …I know mom. Tell me something I don’t know. “No you can go now! They just changed the age!’ for that, I had to take a moment. I sat down on the couch, puzzled. Deep in thought. Then there was dancing for the rest of the day. I even wrote an embarrassing little song. I had a meeting with the bishop a week later, my papers in a month later, my call a month after that, and today, here I am standing before you ready to leave. A fun little side story in all this is that there was a girl on youth council with me last year and at the beginning of the year, we were going around the table saying something we wanted to do in our lives and I said serve a mission and another girl said she also wanted to serve a mission and she’s in the Pinery ward and we both report to the MTC on Wednesday.

There’s a cute little quote by Phillip Yancey that goes I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will only make sense in reverse.

I’m still in the faith phase of that quote with my mission and the going part, but I learned to have faith in another person’s prompting (which is really hard when it’s not your own prompting) and everything that had happened the past year at least had all made sense leading up to my mission.

If I had not had faith to follow the impressions I received during my patriarchal blessing and if I had not had faith to make the decisions that I made with college and such, then I would not be here, standing before you, about to leave to serve a mission. I know that this is where I need to be in my life. And having faith has brought me here. 

One time when I was at girls camp a few years back, I was talking to sister stewart, and I must’ve been a second or third year, and I was disheartened and I said to her “I feel like I’ll never get to the celestial kingdom, I feel like I’ll never be good enough.” And she said to me something along the lines of “it doesn’t matter where you are, it matters where you’re going” and that has stuck with me. I remember that all the time. Then, of course, Elder Holland comes out a few years later and says “God doesn't care nearly as much about where you have been as He does about where you are and, with His help, where you are willing to go.” So I think he got that from her.

I know that this is true. I know that if we just have faith in the Lord and in ourselves, we become the people the Lord needs us to be and get back home, where he wants us to return. If we hold to the iron rod and we endure to the end and have faith that we are doing those things necessary for salvation, we will achieve it.

Much like Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ know who we are capable of becoming, they know where we are capable of going. We just have to have faith and sing the song in our hearts “I’ll go where you want me to go. I’ll do what you want me to do. I’ll say what you want me to say.”

I also know that the prayers of the righteous are heard. It says it countless times and everywhere in the Book of Mormon. I know that it’s hard to play faith vs. fate, because there is a plan for everyone, but I also know that prayers are never wasted. He hears them and He answers them.