Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Scooby Did You Know?

​This one's from last week.
We helped make little Christmas
goodie bags for refugee kids :)
Merry Christmas in 363 days!

What a week homies. What. A. Week.

Obviously it was Christmas and Christmas is the greatest and it was a wonderful day and I loved it so much. I got to talk to my favorite people in the whole world so that was awesome :D We had crepes for lunch with some members which is what my family always Christmas morning. Tender mercy. Later we had dinner with an older lady in the ward and it was quite literally a feast. There wasn't enough room on the table to bring all the food in, so they'd bring it out one dish at a time and have us dish up. We were so full haha We finished off the night caroling with our extended district. It was a ton of fun. Elder Cheng made up a song about Christmas that is half English and half in Chinese. I'll try and get a video for you cause it's incredible.

​We had an Ugly Christmas Sweater shindig for ZTM :D

​Patricia in Coronation Park ward
took us for Christmas Eve brunch
to a cute little bakery
Christmas Eve was quite the adventure haha We resurrected our flash mobbing and took on one of the world's biggest malls. Thaaaat's right. We flash mobbed West Edmonton Mall. We had our little missionatonix group get together as well as some more missionaries from this side of this city and sang our little hearts out. I've had a cold for the past little while, so I volunteered to be the videographer, but still tried to get some sound out for when we'd walk to a new location in the mall and sing Mary Did You Know. I tried to sing something to Sister Hollon last night and we agreed I sound like a goat at this point haha

​The Woodruffs from Tofield
came to the live nativity!
Sister Hill and I spent Christmas
with them last year so it was fun
to see them for Christmas again!
We told the family that had us over for lunch about our flash mobbing adventures and one the kids burst out "Wait, that was you guys??" You better believe it. There was a lady from Saskatchewan that came up to me and another Sister afterwards and asked about church and what time to go. She said she'd never been to church in Edmonton and was just thinking about figuring out how to get to church that morning and then we showed up and flash mobbed. Holy awesome.


​So this is Jenna!
She is literally such a cool cat
and actually went on the same trip
to Romania as Melissa
so we were instantly best friends
because we both love Melissa so much.
We also got to go out to a littler city called Spruce Grove and sing at a live nativity Friday night. It's pretty famous and there were a lot of people there. I actually saw a few people that I knew from Tofield and Mt. Pleasant and Gateway which was way fun. We got to watch the live Nativity as well and it was so sweet. We stood outside in the snow while they had Mary and Joseph looking around for a place to stay. I love Christmas.

As far as teaching people this week, almost everyone fell through, but it was kind of a miracle anyways since I was sick. As we were walking out of the mall we were trying to guess how many people saw us flash mob. It was probably over a thousand people realistically. A thousand people saw the little black badge as they felt the Spirit of Christmas listening to Hark the Herald Angels Sing. A thousand people will someday again see those badges on two people knocking on their doors someday and remember the Spirit they felt in West Edmonton Mall on Christmas Eve that one time.

​The flash mobbers!
Except Elder Saumweber
cause he's hiding behind Elder Bonny
like a poop.
Which I realized so I had us
take another picture,
but he just hid again.
So I told him I was going to call him out in my email.
So there.
Sister Hollon and I gave a training in ZTM about not thinking about numbers, but thinking about loving people and I was almost overwhelmed with the love of missionary work. I say it all the time, but I hope it really translates to all of you how much I love this. As I bore my testimony of the power of love, my mind was flooded with memories of love for so many people I've gained through the past 15 months. They're memories I'll cherish forever.

Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

​Sister Hanks, McSweeney,
and I all came out 15 months ago
P.S. So Sister Waite in missionatonix kept saying she thought she heard someone singing "Scooby did you know?" towards the end of the song and we would all just kind of laugh, but Sister Hollon and I totally heard it. I'll attach a video of it. It literally sounds exactly like Scooby did you know. Bonus story though: Last night we were at dinner with the Tegge family and Alyssa was saying a prayer on the food and she said something along the lines of "And please bless the sisters in all their...endeavors...I was gonna say righteous endeavors, but their missionaries. Hopefully all their endeavors are righteous." Oh my heavens that was not a very reverent prayer from that moment on.

​Merry Christmas ya filthy animal. And a Happy New Year.


P.P.S. Forgot the Scooby video. It's right at the beginning so be ready. Also, please appreciate Elder Bonny's commentary.

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P.P.S. Sorry. One more. Sister Hill goes home in a week. She came to West Ed today and I got to see her! 😄


Tuesday, December 20, 2016

All We Have To Do Is Live the Gospel

​We made sister missionaries!
Anthony gave his first talk on Sunday and at one point he said "All we have to do is live the gospel and endure to the end." It only got to be a couple minutes long because the rest of the program was all musical numbers. I literally was smiling like such a fool through the whole time he was speaking haha I felt like those parents that clap extra loud when their kid has his first part in the school Christmas program or something. Literally so happy. He brought his son again who's making friends with other kids at church and invited one of his friends to come hear him speak :D

​OH MY HEAVENS
 I GOT TO SEE SISTER HEREDIA
SO HAPPY 
We went on exchanges with the Callingwood Park sisters this week and I go to to go with Sister Ard over to their area. We had so much fun! We were able to teach a lot of people and talk to a million more. Lots of people had warned us that it was going to be pretty cold and windy that day, so we prayed several times just to have somewhere warm and safe to go. Miracles, a member called us at 10:45 when we were finishing up studies and invited us over for lunch and cookie decorating with their family! I was seriously so happy haha Answers to prayer is real. We ended up delivering a ton of cookies to some of their investigators.

​The Pattisons :D
It ended up going from -22 to -17 by the end of the night and I said to Sister Ard it literally felt warm at -17 compared to -22 haha Today it's only -6 and Sister Hollon and I didn't even wear coats because we were too hot with them on. True Canadians.

We also had Christmas Conference this week and it was so dang fun. Sister Hollon and I were in charge of a Family Fued game so I got to whip out my Steve Harvey skills. We played another gift exchange game and I won a pig that snorts when you honk it and I love it so much. I named him Link. Sister Hill gave a little talk as well which is wonderful cause I love her. It was basically all musical numbers otherwise and it was awesome.
​Elder Collins got a horse in the gift exchange
and named him Rhett.
I got my pig and named him Link.
 Sister Schatmeier got the alligator/crocodile
that I put in as my present from the exchange. 
Our Mary Did You Know group has been dubbed "Missionatonix" by the Pattisons. We got to go sing at the second Christmas conference as well and are singing one more time this Friday at a live nativity in a city outside of Edmonton. We also got to sing at the Food Bank haha We're just singing all over the place this year.

​Decorating cookies!
We met with a lady named Nicky this week who is so great! She and her kids all want to come to church and learn about God. We're so excited for them. She's been texting us and working with both our schedules to be able to meet. This is incredible. People avoid meeting with us as much as possible, but she's making time for us. Literally I don't know how to adequately explain how happy this is.

​People have fun reflective wreaths on their doors.
One lady opened her door
when we were making faces in her wreath...
but it was fine she actually let us in
and we got to teach her
haha
Well homies I have about a million more more things I have to do today, but I hope you all have a splendid Christmas (seeing as it's only in FIVE DAYS). I know Imma be havin' a good time talking to my favorite people in the whole world.

Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

P.S. So knocking on strangers' doors is usually quite the adventure haha This week a lady sang the words "Oh Jesus how I love you" to the tune of "Go Tell It On the Mountain to Sister Ard and I. The real story this week though is from Sister Hollon while I was in Calingwood. She went up to a house and saw a sign that said "No solicitors, fliers, or Jehovah Witnesses." Well my cheeky little companion knocked on that door with no shame haha The guy answered the door, looked right at them, looked at his sign and looked back at them. She held up her hadn and said "Technically, we're not Jehovah Witnesses. We're Mormons." To which he responed "Oh, ok well come one in. Share what you have to share." Hahaha I literally laughed so hard when she told me that story.

​Sneak peek of the matching onsies we bought at West Ed today

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Tuesday, December 13, 2016

We're Thankful For the Weather

​Coronation Park ward had a Who-ville themed Christmas party and had a Grinch instead of Santa. Please appreciate my hair. They had a little hair-styling booth to have your hair done who stlye.
​WE MET UP WITH KEMI AT THE MALL
HOLY CATS SO HAPPY
So we've hit -40 twice this week. If you remember from me talking about it last year, Celsius and Fahrenheit meet at -40. It's really only gotten down to about -25ish, but when you have wind gusting to 60 kilometers an hour, the wind chill hits -40. Have you ever heard of windburn? No? We hadn't either. Well it's feels and looks exactly like a sunburn, except from the wind instead of the sun. We were literally only walking around outside for about 10 minutes and we looked at our faces that night and our faces were still bright red. We thought we had frostbite or something, but it was fine by morning. We asked Anthony the next day about it and he filled us in on "wind burn." Anthony said in his closing prayer to our lesson, "we're thankful for the weather, I mean it could be -50." Very true. We're all excited for next week though because the weather outlook is looking like it'll be around -2! :D


​We were trying to sneakily put our faces
right next to President's
and as we were taking the picture
he said "I can feel your nostrils breathing."
Oh heavens. 
Speaking of Anthony he is doing so dang good. He went to the temple this last weekend and was baptized for his dad and grandpa. President Pattison was able to be there with him and texted us later to tell us how wonderful the whole afternoon was. Anthony also brought his son with him to church this Sunday for the first time ever. SO HAPPY.

My new companion is Sister Hollon! She is the sweetest and we've had a ton of fun this last week. She sings like an angel so we've been singing basically non-stop haha She's been on her mission for 5 months and is so stellar. This transfer is going to have it's mind blown by Hepllon (we came up with that last night ;D)

​Our last selfie
Back story for the next story: when I was back in YSA and we were singing every week, Sister McSweeney had tried to work out something with the University of Alberta Hospital to sing there, but they said they only have groups come in for Christmas time. We were bummed because the likelihood of us all serving around each other at Christmastime was slim.

MIRACLES. We got to go sing at the hospital!! Sister McSweeney put together a whole program and President Pattison even came to support us.
​Our group for singing at the hospital :D
We stood next to one of the front corridors and our voices went through the whole first floor. It was seriously so great. During one of our songs one lady legit started crying she was feeling the Spirit so strong. She said after "I don't know what's going on, but that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Like, I'm crying." President Pattison sat and talked with her while we kept singing. It was so wonderful to be able to share this wonderful Christmas spirit with so many people. President was talking to the hospital staff afterwards and said we wanted to come back for Easter. That was weird though cause I won't even be here anymore by the time Easter rolls around. Weird.

​Our first selfie!
We went and ate at Panda Express :D
I love orange chicken so much.
We've been talking about balance a lot lately in the mission. There are so many important things we need to be doing from finding, to teaching, to following-up with the people we find, that it's hard to find a balance sometimes. We have to though. Life is a balancing act. There are so many important things we need to be doing, but we spend too much time on one, we miss all the other important ones. If we spent all day inside reading our scriptures, we'd miss out on opportunities to serve our neighbors. If we spent all day everyday in the temple, we'd never be able to spend time with our families. There's got to be a balance in everything.

Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

​Held a skink.
They have blue tongues.
Very strange.
P.S. Last night we had family home evening with Chrissy and her kids. I don't know about all the rest of you, but my family's go to game for family home evening was always hot and cold. Well our game last night got a little intense haha Chrissy had hidden the little Olaf magnet in Kenzie's pocket of her pants, so when Kayden was moving around trying to find it Kenzie would move to the other side of the room. The hot and coldness of the spot depended on wherever she was standing haha When he finally realized it was depending on wherever Kenzie was standing, he literally tackled her to the ground to try and dig the Olaf out of her pocket. We all sat in the other room laughing our heads off while Kenzie tried to keep him from getting it.

P.P.S. 13 days until Christmas
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

You're Leaving Me

​We had a going away party for Sister Van Vleet
at lunch with our district
So Sister Van Vleet is shipping off on Thursday. So surreal. I don't know where this last transfer went. I'm sure the next 3 are gonna fly. So last time Sister Van Vleet left our companionship she would randomly say all the time "You're leaving me!" No no. Let's get this straight. She is leaving me. Well Round 2 of being left is a lot like last time haha She tells me all the time that I'm leaving her. This time we have to weigh all the luggage though which is lame-sauce.

​The District
This week has been an absolute blur. I can't hardly separate things from this week and things from two months ago in my head. A member asked me how long I'd been in the ward already and I had to say three months. Literally what?? It's been three months?? Holy cats man. Blows my mind.

My attempt at looking like a unicorn.
I know you're all dying to know, so I'll give the latest weather update. We've now experienced what Canadians call a "cold snap." It went from about -4ish all the time to -16 yesterday. -27 with a wind chill. It's the kind of cold that will literally freeze your skin if you're outside too long. Keep in mind we're in Celsius for all you Americans, but still. Too cold.

​There's a famous street in Edmonton
called Candy Cane Lane
that goes hard at Christmas time
and I remember people telling me about it last year.
It's literally in my area this year.
Christmas time is miracle time. I'm serious. We knock on people's doors and they actually let us talk to them. People love Christmas and people love helping people, so Light the World is basically the greatest thing ever. This one lady the other day was seriously just so nice. She had the cutest Christmas decorations that she made all over her house and just loved everything we had to say about Christmas. Another lady that we showed the video to said we were the light of her night. I love Christmas :D

​Just appreciate this dog's face.
On Saturday an 8 year old in the ward was baptized and the family asked us to do a musical number for the program. We had asked the Rainbow Valley sisters to sing with us, but it turned out they had a baptism they needed to go to at the same time. We ended up dividing and conquering haha Sister Van Vleet went with Sister Fisher so she could give a talk and Sister McSweeney came with me so we could sing haha It turned out great though. There was also a huge Christmas Musical Fireside that night that was pretty awesome too. Uttra came and came to church the next day and is just loving everything about everything. She's so great.

​Had lunch with our favorites yesterday :)
No, Sister Van Vleet's not holding her
haha (As much as she wanted to)
Anthony is doing so well! He has caught the family history bug real bad. He said he stays up late at night finding new people to add to his family tree, and this last week he went with a member to the family history center to get all the names ready for the temple this Saturday. He's seriously the best.

I love the gospel. I love my family. I love all of you. I love Sister Van Vleet. I love Canada. I love being a missionary.



Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

​LRT shenanigans
P.S. We got permission to ride the LRT one last time yesterday for Sister Van Vleet and it was the beeest. So remember how the insane temperature drop was yesterday? Yeah, we picked the wrong day to be walking/bussing. We were walking to our bus stop from the LRT and Sister Van Vleet had already packed her big winter coat so she was wearing a fall jacket and didn't want to wear a hat because it would mess up her hair. It was seriously so dang cold. I had forgotten what it felt like to have your boogers freeze. I looked over at Sister Van Vleet while we were standing waiting to cross the street and her face was bright red and her eyes looked frozen and she was sniffling up a storm. I went into panic mode a little and ripped the hat off my head and tried to get it on hers.
​Gotta catch em all.
She put up a fight for her "hair" while I was trying to explain why it's important to wear hats. I finally got it on her and we started crossing the street. We were walking against the wind, and it was snowing (of course).  We looked at each other and started semi-hysterically laughing and took off across the street all while jumping over gross dirty snow caked rivets along the lanes of the road.

​We ran into Kayla from Mt. Pleasant! :D

Our New Handshake

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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

That's No Potato!

My grandma Ruth passed away last week. Ask me who my favorite Canadian is and I'll say her without hesitation every time. If I ever tell the story about receiving my mission call, it's always accompanied with showing the picture of her when I first read "Canada." I grew up on my family's farm and my grandparent`s house was literally less than an eighth of a mile down the road. A road that`s only a quarter mile long in the first place and almost always had someone in my family living in the four houses attached to the farm. I would walk down there with my friends, with my cousins, with my siblings with my nieces and nephews and just myself all for Grandma Ruth. I love her a lot and it definitely sucks a little bit not being with the rest of my family right now, but I`m ok.

See you later, alligator!
My mission president invited me to the mission home and we talked mostly just about how wonderful my family is. He asked me how I was doing and I said I was ok and explained why. Last week my dad mentioned how ìf we could just see a little bit eternally, death would fade completely to a, "See you later, alligator." Whenever I`d leave my grandma`s house to start the walk home, I always left with an "I love you" and "See you later, alligator" from her. She seriously said it so much that my sister Cari made a sign for her that said "See you later, alligator" which she hung proudly at her backdoor. When my cousin Katie visited her this summer, she took a picture of my grandma waving at her back door with the sign just to her left.

I showed that picture to President Pattison, shared my dad's thoughts and said, "That`s why I`m ok." While studying about hope this morning for an investigator, I read a talk by Elder Maxwell that blew my mind it was so awesome, but he basically explains the "See you later, alligator" concept, just in fancy Elder Maxwell words:

​"​Though otherwise “lively,” hope stands quietly with us at funerals. Our tears are just as wet, but not because of despair. Rather, they are tears of appreciation evoked by poignant separation. They will change, erelong, to tears of glorious anticipation. Yet the emptiness is so real and so restless it initiates a retroactive inventory of what is now so painfully missing, doing so, however, while forecasting fulness and resplendent reunion!​"​​

I​t sucks. I won't pretend that it doesn't, but it`s ok.

Sorry, I would tell you about my week, but my mind is completely filled with my grandma and my family. I really appreciate all the love from my family and friends and Sister Van Vleet. I`m lucky I still get to have a ​"​mom​"​ with me to give me hugs through all of this (If you don`t remember from the last time we were companions, I call her Mom, not Sister Van Vleet). Jinny sent me her talk that she gave a couple weeks ago and I'm going to end with a paragraph from that:

​​​"​I want to tell you a little bit about my grandma. Since she’s been sick letters and cards, from all over the world have been pouring in. My grandma thinks that she doesn’t have any talents. Her older sister was musical and popular, and my grandma was shy and athletic in the 1920s when being athletic wasn’t something to brag about for a girl. And so she always tells us that she doesn’t have any talents. But the letters that come say things like, thank you for always calling me on my birthday, and thank you for asking me about my child who you know was suffering. She is always someone people called when they were in trouble and she would listen love no matter the mistakes. Everywhere my grandma goes she hugs people and she loves people and listens to people. She isn’t the person who is always cleaning someone else’s house and taking cookies to everyone. Service is a really important part of loving people. But in conference this quote really stuck out to me, “The greatest form of charity may be to withhold judgement.” And that’s what my grandma does. She just loves everybody, and they feel loved, and so she is everyone’s adopted grandma.​​​"

​Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

P.S. The ward had it`s Christmas party this week and they asked us to do something for the program. We decided we`d read the Wright Family Story and show the new Christmas video (which is incredible if you haven't watched it and looked stuff up about LIGHTtheWORLD stop reading and go do that right now. It`ll blow your mind) and it was all good fun. While we were standing in line to get food, I had a bun (Canadian for roll) on my plate and the kid across the line from me asked ​"​Is that a potato​?"​ I said ​"​No, it`s a bun. It could be a potato dressed as a bun though.​"​ He agreed it was a very real possibility and the kid in front of me leaned over and asked ​"​Is that really a potato?​"​ I laughed and told him no to which he threw his head back and exclaimed ​"​I knew it!​"​ We laughed and kept scooping our salads. As I was walking back to my table, the kid in front of me walked past and yelled out while pointing at my plate ​"​That`s no potato!​"​

​Saw Sister Hill!

A member (Chantal Wood, she`s the best) offered to drive us to a meeting we had to go to on the other side of the city. We had so much fun showing everyone on the highway our Jesus Loves You sign

We had a pre-Christmas feast on the 25th since Sister Van Vleet won`t be here for Christmas (which is in 26 days)

Saw Santa at the Christmas party ;D

Maureen from Sister Van Vleet`s first area took us out for brunch on Monday
We had a makeup and nails party with our investigator`s daughters. I still have the polish on my nails and toes and it`s surprisingly well done for a 4 year old.

Pretend I`m holding up a 14. CANNOT believe it`s already been 14 months.

More proof that the world is ok. MY KELSEY RAE IS NOW SEALED FOR TIME AND ALL ETERNITY. Families are forever man. 


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Real Talk

I've had this saved as a draft for a long time, trying to figure out when/if I wanted to send it. This week in district meeting a recent-ish convert came and we got to ask her all kinds of questions about her experience joining the church. At one point she talked about how she always felt like the missionaries had perfect lives and just always had perfect testimonies and how intimidating it was to her. Then she said that we need to "tell the truth." We've gone through the same process of trying to figure this all out for ourselves, and we need to be more real with people about that. I thought about this...blog post I guess you could call it...and knew now was the time.

It's time for some straight, face to face (well, screen to screen), cold-hard truth talkin'.

Overall, I think I'd say I'm a pretty positive person. I like to be happy, so I try to do happy things. Hence, missions are happy and I talk about all the happy things going on (cause there are TONS). I don't mean to disillusion anyone though. Sometimes it's hard.

Sometimes you get home at the end of the day and think to yourself, "What am I even doing here?" Sometimes there are a few too many people who say no in one day. Sometimes you just want to sleep all day. Sometimes you feel like you've done all you possibly can but nothing happens. Sometimes it seems like there are more questions than answers. Sometimes you miss your family so hard it hurts. Sometimes you just feel absolutely helpless.

Missionaries are still just people. We're living a pretty unique lifestyle and we're set apart and all that jazz, but we're still just a bunch of kids. We go through the same feelings of not being good enough, of not being able to do enough, of not trying hard enough. We all want to feel "successful."

If a successful missionary is measured in numbers (which it's not, but we'll get to that), the truth is that there were about 6 months of my mission that I probably wouldn't have qualified. So for a few more "sometimes:" Sometimes it's hard to watch other people get to see the difference they're making in people's lives. Sometimes it's discouraging to come home at the end of the day and not have taught a single person. Sometimes when people talk about how great their work is going, it's hard to feel happy for them.

It hasn't really bothered me much. I don't mean to make anyone think mission life is terrible and I haven't seen any miracles. It's the greatest thing ever and I've seen a whole whack of miracles. I seriously love it so much. It's just sometimes, it's hard.

A few months ago though, there was a Sunday that all those "sometimes" sunk in a little deeper. President Pattison unexpectedly came to one of our wards for church and my first thought was "Man, I wish we had an investigator at church today." Then I tried to remember the last time I had an investigator at church. Then I thought about the last time I even taught an investigator progressing towards anything. Then I had a whirlwind of all those "You're not good enough" thoughts for the next couple hours:

"Other missionaries have tons of people they're working with at church, you can't even get one? Other missionaries are teaching and finding people all the time, what's your problem? If other missionaries were in this area, the work would be going way better. You must just be a crappy missionary."

I tried to convince myself that I was fine. I thought about everything it says in Preach My Gospel about what it means to be a successful missionary. I reminded myself about the concept Elder Holland spoke on in April, that we get credit for trying. I tried to convince myself that I loved the people so that counts for something. It wasn't working. I sat through church coming to the conclusion that I had obviously failed as a missionary.

I had a couple fleeting thoughts of, "Maybe someone's going to talk about this during the lesson and it'll make me feel better." I brushed them aside pretty quickly. I wouldn't let myself feel any sense of hope or relief; it seemed like I didn't deserve to.

In Relief Society, the lesson started and it the discussion on "good works" began. I was still lost in my thoughts the whole time, not paying any particular attention to anything. When the teacher was finishing her thoughts she said something that changed everything: "It's not about how many (insert whatever it was, I can't even remember) or how many people you baptize; it's about how many people you love."

Whhhhaaaaaaaaatt.

Exact. The exact words I was trying to convince myself of earlier and that I had silently half-heartedly plead to hear, delivered straight to me. Of all the people in that class that day, only two were full-time missionaries who had the call to find and teach those the Lord had prepared for baptism. Only two people in that class of thirty would even be thinking about "how many people you baptize." And it just so happens I was one of them.

I got an answer to a prayer I didn't really let myself say. I wish I could describe the sense of relief I felt as I let those words marinate. I went from being thoroughly convinced I was a pathetic excuse of a missionary to feeling like I'd done something. I love the people I share the gospel with so dang much and that DOES count for something.

Reflecting on it now, the answer of "it's about how many people you love" is so much more profound than just making me feel better about who I am as a missionary. If you've ever been around me while I study anything gospel-y you'll know how obsessed I am with the concept of love. Someone literally asked Jesus what the most important commandment is and he said love God and love your neighbor.

So if you want to be successful in life, it's not about how much money you earn, or about how many likes get on a post, or about how many push-ups you can do, or about the cleanliness (or lack there of) of your house, or about how much you love ice cream, or about when you get married, or about who wants to play with you at recess, or about whether or not you can read music, or about about how many people you baptize.

It's about how many people you love.

Refreshments?

Exchanges with Sister Demillard in Lacombe
Literally. Too many things to talk about.

We've been on two exchanges since last Tuesday! One was out in Lacombe and the other with the Callingwood sisters here in Edmonton. ​Driving out to Lacombe was SO. SCARY. Let's just lay a foundation that I'm from California. I have absolutely ZERO experience snow driving. That night it finally dumped snow again on our way out there. We were all totally safe and life went on but holy cats. I'll take California brown Christmas over scary Canadian white Christmas haha I got to spend the day with Sister Demillard in Lacombe and we seriously had so much fun! Miracles galore and randomly scored a sale at the thrift store attached to the food bank we volunteered at. I also got to spend all day yesterday with Sister Becenti in Callingwood Park. They don't have a car, so we spent the day walking! Heavens I feel for missionaries without cars. I love public transit though. I don't know why, but I seriously love buses.

We all at one point or another taught Jordan
(the double finger gun)
and he was baptized this week! :D
Which now leads to miracle of miracles this week! Yesterday on of the fifty buses we rode a lady sat in the back of the bus a couple seats away from me. I did not think she looked the least bit interested in talking to me, much less about the gospel, but I complimented her nails (which were awesome) and we literally talked the whole bus ride. She was showing me pictures of her family, old haircuts, telling me about her daughter, it was so great. I felt like a real person. It's something I've been thinking/praying/studying/talking about for weeks now. My desire to talk to share the gospel went so much deeper than just feeling obligated to maintain my current commission of talking to everyone. I wanted her to know she could be with her family forever. I loved her so much, I just had to tell her.

The Tagalog Elders that meet with us
when we meet with one of our investigators
She got off before I even got to introduce myself as a missionary or offer her a card or anything. Sister Becenti and I got off a few stops later and went to go find a washroom (Canadian for bathroom, I don't remember if that one's ever come up before). When we went to go get on the bus again, we went one stop and THERE WAS MY FRIEND GETTING ON THE BUS

THE MOOOOOOOOOOON

We got to see some of our favorite
Mt. Pleasant YSA homies! 
Anyways, so she got on our same exact bus again! I saw her right when she walked on and we waved and she ran to come sit by me again. We talked the whole bus ride again about our families and comfort we find in knowing we'll be able to see them again someday. I finally said after talking to her for like 30 minutes, "Wow, I'm the worst, what's your name?" Kelsey. Her name is Kelsey (shout out to my homiest homie back in G-town), so I instantly loved her 50 times more. She's even cut all her hair off and dyed it pink at one point. Well, our bus ride came to an end again and Kelsey started getting off the bus, but mentioned she had to run to go catch her other bus to take her home. When Sister Becenti and I got off she started walking in the same direction as Kelsey and I said, "which bus do we need now?" Ohhh just the same exact one as Kelsey.

The singers at President's fireside.
Also, be expecting big things from this group
for Christmas.
BIG.
We caught up to her at the crosswalk and I told her we were actually getting on the same bus. We went and found seats next to each other again and we read from the Book of Mormon together and talked about how great God is and how cool it was to have met each other. Seriously though. I felt like a human being talking to another human being about something really important to me. Not just a missionary trying to convert someone to my church, which is still a good thing; I just wanted the world for her. That's one of the scriptures we read together. Alma 36:24 "I have labored without ceasing, that I might bring souls unto repentance; that I might bring them to taste of the exceeding joy of which I did taste." This just brings me so much joy. Why wouldn't I want others to have it as well?

Exchanges with Sister Becenti;
they were trying to teach me
which knee to pop
cause I never know.
Well in response to my own complaining of too much to talk about I'm probably gonna wrap up here. Just know that I have so much faith in the plan of salvation. I know I'll be able to be with all my family that I love so dang much again some day. Post-mission, but more importantly post-life. Life would be too hard if I didn't know that.

Peace and Blessings
Sister Hepworth

P.S. We got to go sing at a fireside that President Pattison was speaking at on Sunday. When we were practicing a bit before Sister Van Vleet asked "do you think there'll be refreshments?" We all laughed and assured her there probably would be some sort of sugary goodness. Bonus story within the story. The closing song of the fireside was Called to Serve and Sister Van Vleet stood right up to sing it and by the end, everyone in the chapel was belting the most classic missionary song there ever was. We sat back down for the closing prayer and it was a very nice prayer. At the end the kid praying added on "Please bless the refreshments." We lost our reverence for a minute while Sister Van Vleet started smacking everyone in our pew because there were going to be refreshments. They were ice cream sandwiches and they were delicious.
Temple day for the zone