Baptisms and Italians

So this week was pretty meh, not much exciting happened.

NOT. It was like the best week ever. RAY IS GETTING BAPTIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I don't usually use multiple exclamation points. You should take that for a testament to how excited I really am.)

It started on Tuesday. We had a lesson that did not start out very well; Ray had been talking to a former preacher at another church who had been telling him stories about Joseph Smith. Luckily Ray wasn't very inclined to listen to him, but we were still not sure where the rest of the lesson was going to go. We ended up just reading 1 Nephi Chapter 1 with him to hopefully get him to be more excited about the Book of Mormon. Then we kept chatting and he told us that his boss at work, who is a recent convert, asked him when he is getting baptized and who is baptizing him. Ray was a little leery of that, but it has really got him thinking. He thought it was really nice that his boss would want to be there when he got baptized then asked us, "Are you two going to be there?" Sister Payne and I looked at each other. "Well, if you get baptized before the transfer ends, then definitely. The transfer ends on December 16. That means December 13th is a Saturday. ...do you want to be baptized on December 13th?" He thought for a minute. "Yes." We couldn't believe it, we had to double check. "You're going to gt baptized on December 13th?" "Yes, I am." "How do you feel about that?" "Kinda tingly." That's totally the Spirit!

We had to hold it until we got to the car to really let out how excited we were that he said that. The rest of the week was great on his part; we went to Temple Square with him and a member on Saturday and watched the Joseph Smith movie, which he really loved, and then on Sunday morning we got a text from the Ward Mission Leader saying that Ray has asked Bob, a recent convert and one of Ray's best friends in the Trailer Park, to baptize him. This is going to get Bob on track, Ray and Bob are going to stop smoking together, then Sharon in the trailer park will want to get baptized too, then Ed Ray's best friend will come along as well, and we'll all end up going to the Celestial Kingdom together like one big happy Trailer Park family.

Or something like that. Miracles happen! (as evidenced by Ray's baptismal date.)

So in conclusion, that made it a really great week. Other good things include an entire Less Active family being at church all together, the YSA ward getting really pumped up about all of their new ward missionaries (including putting them into companionships and telling them they need to live the mission rules as best they can. The companionships all include a boy and a girl so I'm not sure how well that's going to work out and whether this might just be a ploy to get them all married but whatevs), and getting to go through the Salt Lake Temple for my very first time this morning! It was really wonderful. All temples are beautiful, but the workmanship inside the Salt Lake Temple is just stunning. Do you think someday they'll let me explore the whole thing? Maybe if my husband ends up a General Authority. I'm going to start working on that.

Hmmm what else. Oh, funny moment. We saw a lady walking alone along the street and I felt like we should stop and talk to her. I'm a missionary and am trying to learn to follow those promptings so we pulled up alongside her (probably should have gotten out of the car, we may have looked a little creepy), rolled down the window, and said hi. *thoughts are in asterisks*

Me: Hello! How are you?

Her: Comesta? 

Me: *Oh, she's Spanish. I'm going to pull out the ten words of Spanish I know and try not to speak Chinese.* Bien! E tu?

Her: Bene! Balahbldfrhssdgnsjkdghioh amore anjsfgjbloaerbpsdinrhug.

Me: ....oh. *why did I do that. I don't speak Spanish. She obviously doesn't speak English. She said "amor" is she trying to tell me I'm lovely? Probably not. uhh... ni hao ma? no.* Como esta? *really? That's all you can come up with?* uhh... no hablo Espanol.

Her: No habla? Blaifoghsmksdgpaemrhle amore bnsdoroagollea.

Me: *She said amore again. Wait a second, I don't think she's speaking Spanish. It sounds like Italian. Wait! I know some Italian! I know how to say "I understand a little Italian"! ...That's all I can say. That would not be helpful. Just deceptive.* Uhh... espanol or Italiano?

Her: Italiano! bosdghmk ciao rmppolella. 

Me: ....molto bene!

Her: Ciao!

Me: Ciao! (she walks away and we drive off)

Both me and Sister Payne: What just happened?

In conclusion, I don't speak Spanish or Italian and should probably stick to Chinese.

In actual conclusion to this letter, missions are great. The work is wonderful. People should go to church. People should pray every day. God loves you.

Love, 

Sister Cardon

Soup and Eggshells

Hey Family!

Well, it's official! I have completed my first transfer in the field. Am I still a greenie? I don't know. My first transfer in the field is also my first transfer in America--but not my last. Yes, it's true. I have not received my visa to o to Taiwan and as a result, I am staying in Stansbury Park, UT for another six weeks. And as far as I know at this moment, Sister Payne is staying with me! So we get to have six more weeks of adventures together. In all honesty, I don't have much feeling towards excitement or disappointment. I knew my visa wasn't here yet so I wasn't really expecting to go to Taiwan yet, and I was happy to stay here in Stansbury or even go somewhere else in the mission (I was feeling Fruit Heights.) But here I am! And as soon as I finish this email we are going to Deseret Industries and Payless to find me some winter clothes and boots. We literally had snow on our car this morning. Awesome. #visaprobs.

Hmm what else. This week has been full of pumpkins, candy, and wind. Also soup. Seriously, is it a thing to make tons of different kinds of soup? We went to two trunk-or-treats and a Relief Society activity where they had everyone bring a different kind of soup to eat. (The chicken tortilla with avocados from Stansbury ward was the best.) Then on Halloween night a member invited us over for dinner where she had made broccoli cheese, potato bacon, and chicken tortilla soup. So delicious. She also made the best pumpkin bars I have ever had.

We also did a lot of contacting this week, as always. We still have long lists of names to knock on their doors and see how they are doing. One problem we have is we forget who the person is when we knock on their door, whether they are less active or just need somebody to stop by and give them love. So we do a lot of awkwardly standing on doorsteps until they invite us in or we ask to come back or they tell us to go away. But it's all good.

Friday was a pretty cool day! We had a district meeting in the morning and then a special meeting with just our district and the mission president, President Hansen. We were all a little bit worried (is chastisement upon us?) but couldn't figure out anything we had done wrong. Is my visa here and President needs to talk to all of us to tell me? Are we finally getting iPads? The answer to all of these questions is no. President and Sister Hansen are starting a thing where they go around to different districts literally to do a Q&A session. We were allowed to ask President anything we wanted. So that was awesome, he told us all about how deciding transfers goes and talked about how to recognize personal revelation. Then at the end they were about to leave and you could see President having an internal debate. Finally he goes, "Oh, I'll just tell you. No one in this district is going to be moving this transfer." So we knew that we were all staying, but couldn't really tell anyone until Sunday night. So that was kind of fun.

In the afternoon we stopped by the house of an older couple (still not sure why their name was on our list. They are less active?) and hcatted with them for a bit. Shared a scripture. After that the husband goes, "Well, now that we have religion done with, do you guys like Sudoku?" He was doing a really hard Sudoku and asked us to help him. Then he told us that he had been given all these Sudoku books by someone and that he had so many, "I'm not going to be able to finish all these before I die!" so he gave them to us. Nine of them. We decided we would make a goal to finish completely one book so we could bring it back to him and tell him we had helped him with his goal. So on Halloween night when we had to stay in after 6 pm we did our weekly planning, then did Sudokus. It was pretty fun.

Saturday was good too! Sister Payne has had this deal going with one of our less actives that he wouldn't drink until November 1st and she would give up McDonalds. They both made it, which is awesome! So he took us out to McDonald's in the afternoon, it was pretty nice. We decided we probably shouldn't take him out for a drink.

Saturday evening was way interesting too. We went to dinner then walked around the same neighborhood to contact some of the names on our list. The first people were an older couple who were way nice and very happy to see us. They told us about their ex-daughter-in-law who had remarried to an Irishman named Stephen and they lived just two doors down. They warned us that he was very straightforward but loved talking to the missionaries. So we took a deep breath and knocked on his door; boy, was he Irish. He was way nice, very friendly, and very smart. And very stubborn. After talking about who we are, where we're from, etc, I mentioned that I studied Anthropology. He wants to be a history teacher once he can do his schooling in the US and was very interested to hear that I study that. "Tell me this," he said. "with you studying anthropology, how does that tie into your belief in the Book of Mormon?" What a wonderful way to open the door to a gospel conversation! Well, let me tell you. Stephen is very interested in proof; other religions have so much evidence of their scriptures but the Book of Mormon has nothing (says he. I could have pulled out some Proofs of the Book of Mormon but I knew it wouldn't go anywhere.), so how can you believe it's true, with you studying the science of peoples and archaeology and all that? I basically told him this: the lack of archaeological evidence about this giant battle or that city in the Book of Mormon being found in Central/South America doesn't bother me at all. Archaeology is awesome, but it is so hard to get anything definite. If we were to take your garbage can and bury it for 1000 years do you know what would be left? Eggshells. Literally only that. What can you find out from that? Somebody ate an egg. No, not even that. Somebody cracked an egg. So pretty much nothing. So the fact that we haven't found giant battlefields and a "Welcome to Zarahemla" sign means nothing to me; all it means is that I want to study it more. Instead of making me doubt that the Book of Mormon is a true record, it makes me want to go be the person that finds that evidence (I don't really plan on going into archaeology directly, but don't tell him that). What it really comes down to is whether or not I believe Joseph Smith was a prophet. To believe that I have to believe that God called prophets in ancient days. And to believe that I have to believe that God loves us. Guess what? I believe all that. I know that God called a prophet to restore His church upon the earth again and that that prophet was Joseph Smith. I know that God brought forth the fullness of His gospel through the Book of Mormon, and that it is the truest record that can be found. So what if we haven't found the temple Nephi built 2600 years ago. That was a really long time ago. My testimony of the Book of Mormon is not dependent on the work archaeologists, it is dependent on my faith in God and the Holy Ghost telling me it is true.

So there.

Stephen says he doesn't like to read and won't read the Book of Mormon until he knows it is true. (Anyone have any articles about evidence of the Book of Mormon in Central America?) But you know what, I am here for another six weeks, and maybe the reason I'm staying is so that I can help Stephen see that science and religion can totally go hand in hand. I knew I couldn't have been this smart for nothing :)

Well, love you all! You are great. Stay awesome!

Love,

Sister Cardon

PS bonus pumpkin carving pic.

Just Another Manic Sunday

Hey Everybody!

Another week has gone by and now we are at just one week left in the transfer! I can't believe it. Next week I could be on a plane to Taiwan! Or I could be shopping for warm clothes to survive the cold in Utah. Whatever happens, though, I will be doing the Lord's work! No matter where in the world it is, it is important that I am helping to bring people to Christ.

And what a work this is! I may have mentioned before that we work with 6 wards out here in Stansbury Park. Count them. Six. In pretty much everywhere but Utah, missionaries usually work in one, maybe two wards, or maybe there are like 6 missionaries assigned to just one ward. But no, we are the missionaries for six whole wards. That means we work with six bishops, six ward mission leaders, six Relief Society presidents, six ward councils, and on. I am so grateful that I have been blessed with a good memory because boy, it is hard to keep all these names straight! But I love it so much. We always have something to do. Let me tell you about our schedule for Sunday yesterday:

8:30am Ward Council #1

9:30am Meet with Relief Society presidency of Ward #5

10:30am Ward Council #2

11:30am Ward Council #3

11:50am Make sure our investigators actually go to church, go to Gospel Principles with them

1:00pm Ward Council #4

2:00pm mingle around the end of sacrament meeting for ward #6, set up lesson with investigators for later

2:30pm sit in the car and eat goldfish.

2:50pm go to Sacrament meeting in Ward #2

4:15pm Stake Correlation meeting with all the Ward Mission Leaders and the other sister missionaries in the Stake

5:00pm Dinner at a member's house

6:15pm Go to the trailer park to see how Ray liked church

7:15pm Go to a LA house to set up appt for tomorrow

7:40pm Go home to make pumpkin seeds and organize the 70+ names we have gotten from WCs and Relief Society Presidents.

9:15pm finally get too exhausted after looking at all these names

9:30pm collapse into bed.

No joke, that is what every Sunday is like! It was crazy. But so good that we have so much work to do! During the week we met with every Relief Society president and asked her who we could help, and now we have so many names that we didn't know about before. I am so doing this at the beginning of every transfer from now on, it's just ridiculous that we waited until the last week of the transfer to get the work going like this! But it's great. I love it so much. I'm just glad I have P-day today haha!

Oh of course I need to mention that Ray finally came to church! And he brought his best friend from the Trailer Park, Ed. They didn't stay for Sacrament meeting but they are both totally planning on coming next week. It made yesterday pretty much the best day ever. We love it when things actually go how they were supposed to! I think our hard work over this week was really paying off and the Lord definitely helped us get through that crazy Sunday. I love this work!

Side note Thursday was like the coolest day every because there was a solar eclipse. And I made sure I knew what time it was going to be and I came prepared with my sunglasses and a paper with a hole cut out of it and in conclusion I might be an astronomer when I grow up.

Another side note I feel like I have knocked on more doors this week than my whole life combined. We did this awesome thing on Saturday where we went on splits, we got two nice ladies from the ward to go with us to start working on the names we had gotten. Sister Payne and a girl about to go on her mission took the car and went around a few neighborhoods while I and an awesome lady who just moved in to the area walked ALL the way down this street of houses. There weren't too many straight-up rejections (except for this guy. Me: What ward do you go to? Him: Umm... this one. We don't really go that often. Me: Oh, why not? Him: Because we don't want to. Sister Payne: Why not, it's the best! Him: If you start talking like that I'm going to shut the door on you.) (in retrospect we probably could have handled that one better. But he was kind of just grumpy.) though a lot of people weren't home. Still, good times! I feel like a real missionary.

That's about it for this week! I love you all!

Sister Cardon

We're Not Crazy, We're Awesome: October 20, 2014

Another week gone by in Stansbury! Good times. Love it.

Yesterday a man said to us that our job as missionaries is to "comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable." I have actually seen that so much this week. I had the chance to talk to several different people who were struggling and I shared scriptures with them and listened to their problems and tried to find ways to serve them, and it was so neat for me to see that I can really be out here to help people, not just teach them the missionary lessons. (That does help people, but you know what I mean.) We had the opportunity to do service in several different ways; we volunteered helping with kids' games at a community event called the Pumpkin Walk, and we helped a lady clean her house (10 missionaries all cleaning baseboards at once meant it was a really quick job) and on Thursday we'll be setting up tables for a Girl Scouts event. It's so cool to be able to do real things to help people, not just testify about how Christ can help them (which is way awesome in its own right.) So life is good!

We are also here to afflict the comfortable. We've been teaching this man named Ray that I've mentioned and the other day we had a really good lesson with him where we talked about change. He doesn't think he is ready to change but we asked him "Why not?" and he really had to think about it. We told him that he can decide now to choose to come closer to God, and asked him what he thought God would ask him to do if He were right here. "Well, probably stop smoking." "Then why don't you?" "..." He didn't really have an answer for that. We are asking him to pray and find out for himself if what we teach is true, and he's said that he already knows that we must be telling the truth because we wouldn't lie to him, he just needs to really know it. Haha we wish he could know a little faster, but we can't really complain because he is making good progress.

Hmm what else was exciting this week. We had new missionary training on Wednesday and somebody bought us lunch at Rumbi Island Grill, which was nice. We've had a few rough days where we prepared so well for a lesson only to knock on the door and someone else (not the person we were trying to teach) answering the door and saying "Do you need something? No, he's not here. Don't come back." So that's a little discouraging. But we've been working hard and having lots of good contacts, and if we are not seeing success in numbers then we are at least seeing that by our example we can bring other closer to Christ.

Haha we had an intersting experience on Saturday; we went back to the house with the Caucasian lady and the Chinese husband, and this time Mr Zheng was home! So I got to practice Chinese for a bit, which was good for me. It was hard though, he is fgrom northeastern China and so had a different accent than I am used to. A lot of the time I was catching most of the words he was saying and having no idea what he meant. Is it a thing when you learn other languages that it is hard to tell when people are asking questions or making statements? Or is that just a Chinese thing? Because I was having a really hard time figuring out if he was asking me questions or just saying things half the time. Neither of them are really interested in the church, but I totally took the opportunity to teach a little lesson when he asked if I had anything else to say. When I finished testifying about families he only commented on my Chinese on not on the message (except to say that In Taiwan they are probably more open to religion than he is) but hey, we're bringing people to Christ little by little. He did say that my Chinese is at an intermediate level and I shouldn't worry about when I go to Taiwan, so that's something. And he understood everything I said, but sometimes he just started laughing when my grammar was way off. But hey, I'm learning. 

Wow I almost forgot to say that we had the coolest opportunity on Friday to go to my cousin Anna's wedding at the Salt Lake Temple! You can get permission pretty much just once on your mission to see your family, especially if they will be at the Salt Lake Temple, which is essentially in our mission. Since I'm only here for six weeks I decided to take full opportunity to do that so my companion and I got to go to my cousin's sealing. It was so wonderful to see many of my aunts and uncles and grandparents and of course to see that ordinance. I do not want to get married anywhere else except the temple, it was such a wonderful experience. And now Anna and Taylor will be married for all of eternity and receive so many blessings because of it. Why would you want anything else? I loved getting to be there, and I needed that boost of love and hugs to get me through the next few weeks. I love my family. They are great.

So that was my week! Good times and not-as-good times, but I'm here to learn and I'm here to learn to rely on faith. We spoke in church yesterday about our personal conversion, and it was neat for me to look over my life and notice how well I've been prepared to serve and how strong a foundation I have. I cannot imagine ever wanting to leave this church, it had blessed my life so much. I am so grateful for the opportunity to be a missionary.

Love you all!

Sister Cardon

Picture: Diva picture from the temple because we like to take model shots.

Trailer Parks and Spiders: October 13, 2014

Good week! There probably isn't going to be much flow to this. I will try my best.

Miracle: we were about to drop one of our investigators, Trailer Park Ray (62 and missing a tooth. Also a little creepy. The Lord looketh upon the heart.) Sometimes he doesn't seem that interested and says he knows everything. plus, we invited him to conference and he totally bailed at the last minute, so that was kind of annoying. So on Tuesday we were going to have a make-it-or-break-it lesson with him, and we decided to stick it out. He says he's been thinking a lot about religion a lot more recently, and he wants to stop smoking and change his life, and then we invited him to church and he immediately accepted! We thought we would have do a lot of convincing but he was so excited to come. Then Satan broke his water heater so Ray didn't come to church. But we're making steps!

We knocked on a door where someone told us a Chinese man lived. A definitely Caucasian blonde woman answered the door and inside was her very fair-skinned, possibly albino three-year-old. We had an awkward conversation trying to figure out if we even stopped by the right house or not and determined that yes, this was the right house but Mr. Zang was not home. Yes, that child was half-Chinese. No, they don't really want to hear our message. And yet we stood in the front hall and talked to Mrs. Zang for more than an hour in great detail about many of the trials of her life. It was an interesting evening.

On Saturday we had an awesome opportunity to listen to Sister Linda K Burton, the general Relief Society President! She came to our stake and gave a wonderful talk about joy: true joy can be had by relying on Jesus' Atonement, Obedience, and Yielding our hearts and will to God. She was very inspiring and I got to hug her afterward! I'm really lucky to be here in Utah.Our mission president's wife came to the event and sat with us, then afterward we took Sister Hansen out on splits with us. We didn't have any set appointments to teach so we decided to take Sister Hansen to the trailer park to meet someone we are teaching, Sharron.

We have had better ideas.

It was hot. Sharron was not in a good mood. There were cats everywhere. Sister Hansen is allergic to cats. Sharron wouldn't let us inside for some reason. We stood outside on the porch. It was still hot. There were flies. Sharron did not want to listen to a message. Sharron wanted to tell us every detail about her various surgeries and when her husband died and how she is still paying on a truck she doesn't even have. Sister Hansen was wearing the wrong shoes. In conclusion, it was not a very successful appointment and I still feel bad that we made our mission president's wife stand outside in a trailer park. But, you live and you learn! I hope Sister Hansen forgives us.

We got to see Meet the Mormons on Friday! I highly recommend it: it's a church-commissioned movie directed by a family friend of ours, Blair Treu. It was so good. It's like a documentary about six different people and families showing that Mormons are just normal people; it really is a documentary so if you don't like that sort of thing you might not enjoy it, but I loved it. Totally cried. Totally would see it again. 

Things missionaries get excited about:

conference talks

Mormon memes on LDS.org

Meet the Mormons

return appointments

how old the general authorities are

HOLY COW we caught the biggest spider ever on our sticky mat in the basement the other day. It was a wolf spider. It was two and a half inches across. I about died.

Last, I had a dream that my visa never came and we all got another reassignment. This time I was reassigned to Portugal. It might happen. But actually, Sister Hansen said that the new rule is that visa waiters will stay for the whole transfer, so that means I will be in Utah until about November 4th. It's great!

Love you all,

Sister Cardon

The Salt Lake Life: October 6, 2014

It's been a week, alright!

Conference was fabulous. We had tickets to both the Saturday morning session and the Sunday afternoon. It was so cool to be in the conference center! We had a ridiculous amount of stress about who to take with us, since we need to take an investigator or less-active or someone, but seriously no one wanted to go with us. This week was a little rough: hardly anyone answered their door, or their phone, and most people cancelled their lessons like the day of. We did a lot of walking and driving around and saying "..Well, where should we go next?" after yet another person didn't answer their door. Or opened their door a little bit and said, "We're not religious. Good bye." But hey, one cool thing was that we knocked on a door and the lady was very friendly and said "You are the first missionaries I've ever seen!" She had moved here a year ago from guess where... Sammamish! So we had an instant connection and were totally about to baptize her but then she said she didn't want any brochures. Someday, lady. You came to Stansbury Park for a reason. 

One of my favorite talks in conference was Elder Ballard's about how we need to stay on the ship of the church and wear life jackets. He is so powerful! And Elder Holland's talk was so good, he doesn't care about talking about hard subjects like depression or poverty. He just says it like it is. And Elder Bednar's was great. I never understood why missionaries all love Elder Bednar so much, but now I do. He is so great. We are totally printing off his talk and giving it to everyone ever. And I really loved the simplicity of President Monson's message: be Christlike. We are a Christian people, and we need to follow His example. That's it! I am so grateful that we have inspired leaders of the church who tell us what we need to hear. I felt like the theme of this conference was personal revelation, that we need to gain a testimony for ourselves and then ACT on it. So great. 

Chinese this week: coolest experience. We went up to Temple Square and tagged along with a Chinese tour! It was so neat. I legitimately understood what the sister giving the tour was talking about the whole time, except for the brief moments that I zoned out and sort of lost it. Also, little details sort of slipped, like how many pipes are in the organ at the tabernacle. I don't know how many pipes there are, but I do know that she was talking about how many pipes there are. That, my friends, is improvement. She also included me in my companion as real sister missionaries in the tour, like asking us question about how knowing we are daughters of God has blessed us. I totally responded in Chinese, and people may have thought I talked really slow and didn't know what I was saying, but the important part was that I did say things. And I got to bear my testimony in Chinese, which is what I was called to do. Life is great. We had to go all the way to Salt Lake to find Chinese people, though. We went to a Chinese restaurant in Stansbury last week and I asked the girl at teh register where she was from-China! "Ni shuo Zhongwen ma?" (do you speak Chinese?) "What?" "...Ni shuo..." "Oh, I speak Cantonese." Cool.

One of our less actives, Ezequiel, is doing great. He has been struggling with drinking but the week before I came Sister Payne made a deal with him that if he didn't drink until November 1st, she would not eat McDonald's until then. And they are both holding to it! Ezequiel calls us every time he has a test where someone asks him to come out drinking and he has passed every time. We are so proud of him. The Gospel really changes lives, and I am so grateful for the influence it has had in my life. 

Love you all, stay strong and share the Gospel with your friends. It's fabulous. 

Love,

Sister Cardon 2.0

Somewhere Close to Grantsville: September 29, 2014

Wow, what a week. My first area is Stansbury, UT, right next to Tooele and pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Have you gotten to speak any Chinese, you ask? Well, let me tell you about our conversation with the owner of a house which a few weeks ago my companion saw an Asian lady gardening outside. We knocked on the door and a white man opened up with a "Oh, it's the missionaries" disgruntled kind of look on his face. He asked what we wanted and after a brief introduction:

Me: Well, you see I'm actually going to Taiwan on my mission so I'm trying to learn Chinese and I thought... your wife... might be.. Chinese.

Him: ...no. She's from Korea.

We then left as awkwardly as possible. So the answer is no, I don't think there is anyone who speaks Chinese here for maybe 40 miles. But if there is one person, then by golly I will find them! Actually cool thing, we got permission to go up to Temple Square and tag along with a Chinese tour there so I can find some people to practice with! So not all is lost.

It has been a crazy week, much different than anything I was expecting. I'm out in the middle of nowhere, and it is great. We cover six wards in the Stansbury Park Stake and there is so much work to do. We get fed every night and meet all sorts of neat members, nonmembers, and less-actives alike. And guess what? We are over a trailer park. Yes. I get to walk around a sketchy trailer park and tell people about Jesus. IT'S SO COOL. Interesting characters I've met so far include Ray, who smoked during our whole lesson and has interesting ideas about what we do with tithing money, Shirley, the 60-year-old black Muslim lady who didn't want to go to Women's Conference ("BOOOring!"), and Bob, singing and guitar playing fellow who we have convinced to do a musical number with me in church the week after conference (if I'm still here). It is so cool! I also chatted with a Bishop who served in Taiwan 40 years ago, met a family with 9 kids all hanging out in the living room on Sunday evening, and walked dogs for service at like 8:30 in the evening when it was way dark outside. I am not a dog person. That was hard. Another day we sat in a McDonalds for like 20 minutes because we didn't realize that our appointment was actually for the next day. 

The following conversation occurred on my first day in the field with a 10-year-old girl:

Girl: blah blah something about an older sister who's not here.

Me: Oh, did your sister go to college or something?

Girl: No, she's gone. Forever!

Me: (very kindly and sympathetically, I might add) Oh I'm sorry, did she pass away?

Girl: ... NO! Why would you say that?! She's not DEAD! Why would you ask me that? Oh my goodness, that is so sad! I'm going to cry! *proceeds to burst into tears*

So I also made a little girl cry on my first day. So many adventures just in one week! It is so great.

My companion is Sister Payne from Calgary (don't worry, I tease her about her Canadian accent at every opportunity) and she is just great. She's been out six months and is so much fun, we are having a great time together. 

I also got to go to Women's Conference in the Conference Center! We had five tickets to it and then one lady dropped out of coming so we went with some members, and it was so neat. We went out to dinner afterwards and a group of older couples at the next table paid for our dinner! It was so sweet. It's pretty great to be a missionary in Salt Lake, I have to say. But it was a little weird to be driving around Salt Lake City at night, it felt like I should be going back down to Provo for school, not back to the mission. But it was so cool to see the conference live. I really loved President Uchtdorf's talk. He spoke about how God is essentially raining down blessings on us. It is our doubts and fears and sins that keep up an umbrella so we don't receive those blessings. All we need to do is have faith and repent so that we can put down the umbrella and receive the wonderful rain of the blessings that God wants to give us. It was very inspiring, and very fitting since it was like pouring rain in Salt Lake that evening. 

In conclusion, life is good. I'm having such an interesting time here in Stansbury and I'm loving this mission. I'll be happy to go to Taiwan, but in the meantime I'm appreciating the blessing this experience is. 

Love,

Sister Cardon

P.S. My mission office address is 

1535 S Edison St 

Salt Lake City, UT 84115

so you can so write me for the next few weeks.