I’ll Play it the Missionary Way

I’ll play it the missionary way,
Whatever the Lord asks me I’ll obey.
Wherever he needs me there I’ll go, supposing say Deutschland, I will go
Ooooh, Oooh, Oooh
The future is gleaming with missionary time,
I’m working to conquer that fear inside.
I’ll go where you want to go dear Lord, I’ll open my heart and make if full.
….

So big news for this email.
Sister Gardner had been part of the Vienna Zone since her first moments as a missionary in the field. She had grown apart from many of the others in her lovely green land of Graz, she would see them when she gathered with them, faces becoming familiar and watching slowly as all those familiar faces left, but not sister Gardner. She instead went to a new land, the land of Wiener Neustadt. Now closer to those who worked with her for her cause, she felt a renewed sense of support and a knowledge of what was happening across the entire zone. Still she remained as old faces left. Then for a glorious few weeks, Sister Gardner got to live a dream of hers, she loved and cared for every bit of the zone that she could touch. Her knowledge growing, she felt that she would be quite content and happy to stay in the Vienna zone her whole mission life, or at least stay in the land of red white and red. She felt that there were things to do, people to love. One day however, as her loving sister and she sat next to the phone, eating breakfast and nervously putting together a puzzle to calm the Amazonian butterflies, she discovered that she would be leaving. Leaving to the land of black, red and yellow. She found out that she would be joining forces with a fellow “Lindon-ite” in the land of Tübingen, Germany. The Lord had different plans than she had for herself, as He so often does. So now was the time for the Sister to follow with faith despite her surprise. A feeling of anticipation was prominent, penetrating, even with the flood of so many emotions that she would feel among those last few days in Wiener Neustadt.

The two flags of Sister Gardner's Missionary Heart.

The two flags of Sister Gardner’s Missionary Heart.


It has made me think about hearts. We are always told to bring to the Lord a broken heart and a contrite spirit. A heart that is to be broken to be healed again, to become stronger.

I have felt to Sing, ” I Left my Heart in Wiener Neustadt.” But as I thought about it more, I felt that it sounds a bit selfish, my heart has been letting me know that it is willing to break a little bit more to let in more people.

Or maybe a whole country.

Austrian Hillside.

Austrian Hillside.

When I left on my mission I left behind loved ones, but oh how I have been rewarded with more people to love, and here I go again. I shall fall in love with these people that I do not even know yet.

Yesterday I went up to a mountain called Schneeberg.
I was the most beautiful thing to be back up in the mountains, with the trees and the mist and the rocks and the earth and the leaves. I could not help but feel my soul swell with thanks and joy to be in Gods creation. We climbed through many different sorts of paths, my favorites were the ones that required me to cling to the rocks in front of me. Just steep enough that it required me to look for good hand hold in the rocks, testing first the section to see if it would hold as I continued up. We laughed and told riddles, throwing snowballs gleefully at each other, waited for those who needed our help in certain sections, gazed hungrily at the vast landscape marveling at the clouds below us. We lived as beings in an entire unpopulated, uncluttered section of the earth. Sometimes the mist covered the peak and our goal was out of sights, but the wind would blow giving us a temporary view of our end destination. The air was clean and fresh.
A member of our ward was our mountain guide, he brought a lady in one of the wards with him, and it was the Wiener Neustadt missionaries, and our favorite Hungarian RM. Wearing borrowed hiking boots and using sticks supplied by W S we ascended safely.
When we finally reached the top a vast field rewarded us with the wind roaring and other bright dots of color from the few other hikers also on the top. We stopped for lunch.
But I wanted to share my main thought of this whole purpose of relaying this story of our trip.

On top of the mountain, I went a few yards away from the group still in their sight of course. I lay in the thin mountain covering looking up into the blue cloudless sky. The wind pushing my hair about as I opened my arms and glazed up, feeling very, very close to my Father in Heaven. I had brought a Book of Mormon along. I started to read and as I did a feeling of peace settled upon my heart. I could feel the love of my Father. After a few pages, I just sat enjoying that feeling, enjoying this glorious beautiful moment of my life.

Schneeberg, Alps

Schneeberg, Alps

Now, I am back in a computer room, paper and printers and mouses and appointments and planners. All good things too, but as I think back to that mountaintop, I can feel again that peace. That peace of knowing my Father was there aware of me, as he is aware of all his children.

I am grateful for God’s children I have loved in this little bit of the earth. I am grateful for the missionaries I have worked with, for my dear Ecuador families, for leaders in the church, for the young people, for the old, for the S and K’s family. I am grateful for K’s mother even if she did call me, Elder Calee. Ha. Ha.
I am grateful for those I have spoken to on the street or in trains, grateful for the regulars of my little city. I am grateful for little tri-lingual girls, and German classes filled with Hungarians. I am glad for rehearsals and butterfly loving ladies. I am grateful for maps of Vienna that help me not get lost. For sassy friends who turn out to open up their hearts and let you heal them a bit before you go. For too large cheese filled pieces of fried meat at Herbs, and shaken up Traums (dreams) on long train rides. For inspired prayers and kept commitments. For faith being built and testimonies strengthened. For all the on the floor belly laugher in between. I am grateful for all of the miracles I have seen, all the moments when everything worked out with the help of power beyond my own.

I am grateful for my companion Sister Pratt, for the love and music she has shared with me. She, for being a true friend. I am so glad to have reopened this area, and though I must now leave it, the very world I have worked with my heart and soul to build up, I find comfort in my confidence of the Lords plan for us.

I have confidence in sunshine. I have confidence….

So here is to you Austria, to how much of my heart you have won, I will leave you now to take care of your brothers and sisters.

” But if, by a still, small voice he calls
To paths that I do not know,
I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in thine:
I’ll go where you want me to go.”

I love you.

Sister Gardner

Sister Gardner, a missionary in the rain.

Sister Gardner, a missionary in the rain.

I Shall Return

I shall return….

Hello my dear ones, I come to you now from the Vienna Bahnhof (station). Sitting quite wet in a booth at Burger King. What do you think about that? I think something that is so interesting about my mission is all the different cultures I get to see blended with each other. Millions of different lives trying to live in some sort of symbiotic relationship together often good, sometimes not perfectly, but then again it is wonderful to see how Gods children care for each other.

This week was all leading up to the musical abend (fireside). We put up flyers everywhere, where inviting people. And asking all the Vienna missionaries to help us spread the word. We had zone training, on Tuesday, which incidentally was before my last email. I think it all pulled together well, our new theme we came up with was “thrive not just survive.” We have been maintaining about the same for a few years, the idea is to start going on an upward slope. We showed the video based on President Uchtdorf ‘s talk “Your Potential,your privilages” with the parable about the man on a cruise ship. I really loved it. I felt it in my heart, we applied it to missionary work.

Wien Zone Selfie- taken after Zone Conference.

Wien Zone Selfie- taken after Zone Conference.

I don’t have much time today, but I wanted to let you know the musical
abend went well. We had 107 people there. We practiced all of Sunday and before that of course. It was really beautiful to see it all come together. It was the closest I have felt to a real opening night show since left on my mission, I loved singing. The spirit of the message also really touched me. The primary and young women sang A Child’s Prayer and one of the girls in the video was wearing a missionary badge. That was rather wonderful. “Heavenly Father are you really there, and do you hear and answer every child’s prayer?, Some say that heaven is far away, but I feel it close around me as I pray”. … And the ward really worked hard to pull the whole evening off they did a great job…and it was my joy to sing again.

I also got to go back to Graz this week. I got to visit the B’s,
A and E, sister K, and K. It was so wonderful, it was also really nice to already know how to get everywhere. Ha ha, but don’t worry Sister Grossen got to lead the way and she did great. She is taking good care of Graz in my place.

What was really nice was going to stake conference in Vienna on
Saturday, I got to see my Graz ward again and everyone seemed glad to see me. I was so glad to see them. S the young man who got baptized in Bruck an der Mur was there. We are good friends so I was able to get to talk with him and catch up. I am so glad he is going strong. Two older sisters from Wiener Neustadt offered us a ride home, and they talked to each other so fast in very thick dialect the whole way home, they where like two happy hens. I tried to participate but then they would start telling a story and I would sit there smiling as they went back into their catching up. Sister Pratt and I worked on memorizing words for the musical abend. It is a moment I will not forget. There are many small moments like that. I am very grateful for them, for they are treasures.

My treasures to keep and hold and love.

Theresian military Academy in Wiener Neustadt, Austria

Theresian military Academy in Wiener Neustadt, Austria

I want to close with a bit from a hymn that you all know already, but perhaps have not braved to this verse. It really went to my heart. And
It is a good metaphor for missionary work and any sort of service really.
In he song the man has just helped the other like in the story of the
Good Samaritan….

I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.

Peace is something I am always looking for. I remember praying in the temple for peace. Studying it, but in this little bit, it was proved to me again the way we heal ourselves. That is through love and service as I use my heart it grows stronger, more willing and able and expert to open and love and pour itself out to whoever needs me. And as I serve and work to serve with everything, my own troubles and doubts are forgotten and I can worry about healing someone else.

I find such guidance in the words of hymns and scriptures and prophets. I know they are true when they prick my heart.

My tip for the week: Check how deep the puddle is before you kick it.
If you don’t people might get rather wet.

Have. A. Good. Week.
Love Sister Gardner.

Munich And Me

Munich And Me

Graz Building in the fall. now I just need a winter picture and my collection is complete.

Graz Building in the fall. now I just need a winter picture and my collection is complete.

I Believe In You, I Believe In You

I Believe in You, I Believe in You.

I am coming to you on a Wednesday this week. Oh exciting!

This week was a glorious, strenuous, exhausting and exhilarating week.

Austria's National Library

Austria’s National Library

Library in Vienna

Library in Vienna

I was in Salzburg and Vienna and all the way through to Munich, Deutschland. Lots of getting to know new people and really thinking, praying, pondering how we can help. It was nice to see my MTC companion Sister Burgess again, for she, as a European is locked away in Switzerland. Ha ha. She is doing well. It was just nice to all come together and I really loved learning from President Kohler and Sister Kohler. We also had the opportunity to get to know the zone leaders better. They are nice elders. I feel really involved and invested in the Vienna (Wien) zone and I love it. It is like a big family we work to take care of everyone.

Sister Burgess, my companion form the MTC.

Sister Burgess, my companion form the MTC.

New Friends at training Conference.

New Friends at training Conference.

Mission conference friends

Sister Poll at the conference.

Sister Poll at the conference.

Hey, It's even Elder Hadfield a friend from my very own high School German class.

Hey, It’s even Elder Hadfield a friend from my very own high School German class.

Well I am sure you have been waiting for this, W was baptized!!!!!

It was a most wonderful taufegottesdeinst. There where 100 people there, we did it in the chapel and when it was time for the baptism we all tried to squish into the room with the baptismal font. It was great, his whole family was there, his son in laws family, ward members from multiple wards, investigators and less actives. We sang a song, Sister Pratt and I. The Bishop got my programs all printed out for me, and the all the elders (Elder Call and Elder Chilcutt) even managed to fill the font with warm water when it was filling up too slowly. Two of the Vienna companionship came, Elder Bowers and Monson, in our district and Elder Plumb and his golden, Elder Elwell. They all saved the day.

I talked to W’s daughter she was taking pictures of the event trailed closely by her four year old. She was saying how it seems like a dream and she was not quite processing it; that it was really happening. She got a little choked up. I know everyone is so happy he is now a member of the church. They have loved him for years and years, now it is official. Lots of little wonderful things happened. I wish I could explain all the little things. Me getting after W when he was doing dishes.  “Hey, let us do this. You go enjoy your party”, Or all the copper roses on the white tables. Or the cinnamon rolls and meat platters. It was a beautiful moment the next day when he was confirmed in Sacrament meeting with his children and grandchildren watching. I felt so happy, happy for his family and for him.

Loved the copper flowers.

Loved the copper flowers.

Well, that was the end of the week. We were pretty tuckered out by Sunday, so we were very glad when we finished planning and were able to go to bed.

I think I shall now direct your attention to the title of this email.

In the musical How to Succeed in Business, Finch is singing about himself. In this case, I do not mean me, I mean my savior Jesus Christ. One of Elders Call’s favorite scriptures is (Alma 26:11-12) the one that talks about not boasting of yourself but rather my God, my Father and his Son. We were working on demur humility in our district this week. It is something I though I had more of, but in fact find that I must strive to improve it everyday, I know that when I humble myself to my Father in Heaven’s will. I do it his way and therefore in the best way. He is there as I strive to give my best and to give me hugs when my head hangs, red faced in shame. He helps me work it out. …. Life is very short and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend. I am striving to, as Elder Dieter F Uchtdorf puts it, live up o my privileges and remember, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

On our bikes in the rain.

On our bikes in the rain.

My dear fiends, I hope you see the good this week, and see the beauty in the dismal and variety in the “plot twists” of life.

I also hope you win at the clue card game when you play it silently with the Zone leaders of Austria In a crowded bus for 3 hours with everyone sleeping. Ha ha, you’ve got to love the little things, like Musli for breakfast.

Have a good one!

All my love, Sister Gardner

Sisters in Vienna

Sister Pratt and Sister Gardner in Vienna

P. S. it is Fall.

P. S. it is Fall.

My Favorite Talk from Conference

This was my favorite talk from this Octobers LDS General Conference.  I just wanted to share these beautiful words in case you didn’t get the chance to hear or read it.

A Plea to My Sisters

By President Russell M. Nelson

President of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

We need your strength, your conversion, your conviction, your ability to lead, your wisdom, and your voices.

Dear Elders Rasband, Stevenson, and Renlund, we, your Brethren, welcome you to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. We thank God for the revelations that He gives to His prophet, President Thomas S. Monson.

Brothers and sisters, when we met in general conference six months ago, none of us anticipated the coming changes that would tug at the heartstrings of the entire Church. Elder L. Tom Perry delivered a powerful message about the irreplaceable role that marriage and family occupy in the Lord’s plan. We were stunned when just a few days later, we learned of the cancer that would soon take him from us.

Though President Boyd K. Packer’s health had been declining, he continued to “soldier on” in the work of the Lord. He was frail last April, yet he was determined to declare his witness as long as he had breath. Then, just 34 days after Elder Perry’s passing, President Packer also stepped across the veil.

We missed Elder Richard G. Scott at our last general conference, but we’ve reflected upon the powerful witness of the Savior he had borne in many previous conferences. And just 12 days ago, Elder Scott was called home and reunited with his beloved Jeanene.

I had the privilege of being with all of these Brethren during their final days, including joining members of President Packer’s and Elder Scott’s immediate families just before their passing. It has been difficult for me to believe that these three treasured friends, these magnificent servants of the Lord, are gone. I miss them more than I can say.

As I’ve reflected on this unexpected turn of events, one of the impressions that has lingered with me is that which I observed in these surviving wives. Etched in my mind are the serene images of Sister Donna Smith Packer and Sister Barbara Dayton Perry at their husbands’ bedsides, both women filled with love, truth, and pure faith.

As Sister Packer sat next to her husband in his final hours, she radiated that peace that passes all understanding.1 Though she realized that her beloved companion of almost 70 years would soon depart, she showed the tranquility of a faith-filled woman. She seemed angelic, just as she was in this photo of them at the dedication of the Brigham City Utah Temple.

I saw that same kind of love and faith emanating from Sister Perry. Her devotion to both her husband and the Lord was obvious, and it moved me deeply.

Through their husbands’ final hours and continuing to the present day, these stalwart women have shown the strength and courage that covenant-keeping women always demonstrate.2 It would be impossible to measure the influence that such women have, not only on families but also on the Lord’s Church, as wives, mothers, and grandmothers; as sisters and aunts; as teachers and leaders; and especially as exemplars and devout defenders of the faith.3

This has been true in every gospel dispensation since the days of Adam and Eve. Yet the women of this dispensation are distinct from the women of any other because this dispensation is distinct from any other.4 This distinction brings both privileges and responsibilities.

Thirty-six years ago, in 1979, President Spencer W. Kimball made a profound prophecy about the impact that covenant-keeping women would have on the future of the Lord’s Church. He prophesied: “Much of the major growth that is coming to the Church in the last days will come because many of the good women of the world … will be drawn to the Church in large numbers. This will happen to the degree that the women of the Church reflect righteousness and articulateness in their lives and to the degree that the women of the Church are seen as distinct and different—in happy ways—from the women of the world.”5

My dear sisters, you who are our vital associates during this winding-up scene, the day that President Kimball foresaw is today. You are the women he foresaw! Your virtue, light, love, knowledge, courage, character, faith, and righteous lives will draw good women of the world, along with their families, to the Church in unprecedented numbers!6

We, your brethren, need your strength, your conversion, your conviction, your ability to lead, your wisdom, and your voices. The kingdom of God is not and cannot be complete without women who make sacred covenants and then keep them, women who can speak with the power and authority of God!7

President Packer declared:

“We need women who are organized and women who can organize. We need women with executive ability who can plan and direct and administer; women who can teach, women who can speak out. …

“We need women with the gift of discernment who can view the trends in the world and detect those that, however popular, are shallow or dangerous.”8

Today, let me add that we need women who know how to make important things happen by their faith and who are courageous defenders of morality and families in a sin-sick world. We need women who are devoted to shepherding God’s children along the covenant path toward exaltation; women who know how to receive personal revelation, who understand the power and peace of the temple endowment; women who know how to call upon the powers of heaven to protect and strengthen children and families; women who teach fearlessly.

Throughout my life, I have been blessed by such women. My departed wife, Dantzel, was such a woman. I will always be grateful for the life-changing influence she had on me in all aspects of my life, including my pioneering efforts in open-heart surgery.

Fifty-eight years ago I was asked to operate upon a little girl, gravely ill from congenital heart disease. Her older brother had previously died of a similar condition. Her parents pleaded for help. I was not optimistic about the outcome but vowed to do all in my power to save her life. Despite my best efforts, the child died. Later, the same parents brought another daughter to me, then just 16 months old, also born with a malformed heart. Again, at their request, I performed an operation. This child also died. This third heartbreaking loss in one family literally undid me.

I went home grief stricken. I threw myself upon our living room floor and cried all night long. Dantzel stayed by my side, listening as I repeatedly declared that I would never perform another heart operation. Then, around 5:00 in the morning, Dantzel looked at me and lovingly asked, “Are you finished crying? Then get dressed. Go back to the lab. Go to work! You need to learn more. If you quit now, others will have to painfully learn what you already know.”

Oh, how I needed my wife’s vision, grit, and love! I went back to work and learned more. If it weren’t for Dantzel’s inspired prodding, I would not have pursued open-heart surgery and would not have been prepared to do the operation in 1972 that saved the life of President Spencer W. Kimball.9

Sisters, do you realize the breadth and scope of your influence when you speak those things that come to your heart and mind as directed by the Spirit? A superb stake president told me of a stake council meeting in which they were wrestling with a difficult challenge. At one point, he realized that the stake Primary president had not spoken, so he asked if she had any impressions. “Well, actually I have,” she said and then proceeded to share a thought that changed the entire direction of the meeting. The stake president continued, “As she spoke, the Spirit testified to me that she had given voice to the revelation we had been seeking as a council.”

My dear sisters, whatever your calling, whatever your circumstances, we need your impressions, your insights, and your inspiration. We need you to speak up and speak out in ward and stake councils. We need each married sister to speak as “a contributing and full partner”10 as you unite with your husband in governing your family. Married or single, you sisters possess distinctive capabilities and special intuition you have received as gifts from God. We brethren cannot duplicate your unique influence.

We know that the culminating act of all creation was the creation of woman!11 We need your strength!

Attacks against the Church, its doctrine, and our way of life are going to increase. Because of this, we need women who have a bedrock understanding of the doctrine of Christ and who will use that understanding to teach and help raise a sin-resistant generation.12 We need women who can detect deception in all of its forms. We need women who know how to access the power that God makes available to covenant keepers and who express their beliefs with confidence and charity. We need women who have the courage and vision of our Mother Eve.

My dear sisters, nothing is more crucial to your eternal life than your own conversion. It is converted, covenant-keeping women—women like my dear wife Wendy—whose righteous lives will increasingly stand out in a deteriorating world and who will thus be seen as different and distinct in the happiest of ways.

So today I plead with my sisters of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to step forward! Take your rightful and needful place in your home, in your community, and in the kingdom of God—more than you ever have before. I plead with you to fulfill President Kimball’s prophecy. And I promise you in the name of Jesus Christ that as you do so, the Holy Ghost will magnify your influence in an unprecedented way!

I bear witness of the reality of the Lord Jesus Christ and of His redeeming, atoning, and sanctifying power. And as one of His Apostles, I thank you, my dear sisters, and bless you to rise to your full stature, to fulfill the measure of your creation, as we walk arm in arm in this sacred work. Together we will help prepare the world for the Second Coming of the Lord. Of this I testify, as your brother, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2015/10/a-plea-to-my-sisters?lang=eng

Stand Strong Wiener Neustadt, Stand Pure and Strong

Stand Wiener Neustadt, Stand Pure and Strong

Stand against the questions and hurt feelings, and misunderstood questions, stand against the pressures and uncertainties, hold on to testimony and love and look for the light in each day. I have faith in you and I am here to help you, I am the caregiver who will care while the miracle curer is away. I will bandage your wounds and sit with you on the long nights reading stories and helping you grow to love the people of back in time in the scriptures. I will take care of you, my companion and I, what ever you need.

"So, this is where we are suppose to put our bikes, I think".

“So, this is where we are suppose to put our bikes, I think”.

On our way to the middle of somewhere.

On our way to the middle of somewhere.

I love this place; it makes me so happy that I am busy with people to love and grand adventures to pull off.

I learned a lot from General Conference, sitting on the front row on metal chairs with a few Austrians quietly listening to the conference in English. I don’t know why they where in that room, the German translation is in the other room. Maybe it I had something to do with actually hearing a Prophet’s voice. This I can fully approve of and understand.

I really appreciated conference this week. I don’t know, I felt like it went by too fast. I was feeling comfortable and then suddenly we are singing the closing song. I really, really listened and I found a lot of promises in the words that where spoken. Promises that reassure me that when I open my mouth and declare, I can bring the spirit.

One thing I enjoyed about conference was being able to understand all the jokes. You underestimate that for people watching it translated.

Hurrah for old musical friends from the MTC.  Singing  with Elder Erickson.

Hurrah for old musical friends from the MTC. Singing with Elder Erickson.

This week was filled with service actually, and a trip to Salzburg for zone conference, and a Tausch (exchange) with my friend Sister Ahlm.

I worked in a garden for a few hours pulling weeds and getting the earth ready for the winter. We picked beans and made cake. I was with sister Ahlm. We told stories and avoided the stinging nettle used for tea making. I love rose bushes and speckled slugs. These were bigger than I had ever seen before. I helped E with his English homework later that week when we came in from digging a trench for Sister R and I took a break from chopping up veggies and drilled him on his political themed vocabulary. He is a good friend.

So you want to learn a language.  My stack of books.  Spanish books are now in the mix.

So you want to learn a language. My stack of books. Spanish books are now in the mix.

I loved carving pumpkins with the P’s this week. Over here in Austria the priesthood session was shown Sunday morning at the church. I helped their little girls print out and prepared their pumpkin carvings. They ran around and rolled along on roller skates.

The zone training was nice. Good to see some good friends again. One funny thing happened. We had all been given one of the two assignments to prepare a talk on; Language or Preparation day. President used random months and “oldestness” to decided who would give the talk for each topic. Guess who was born in November, and a few days before Elder Call… yep. That is me. Ha ha. I had a feeling and it was nice to share my thoughts on the topic.

Dinner with Sister Ahlm on our exchange.

Dinner with Sister Ahlm on our exchange.

Tausch (exchange) was really great. It is interesting to be a Sister Training leader now, but really often I felt like I was learning more from Sister Ahlm than me helping her. We had a good time. One highlight was teaching T again. She got a bit busy, but after meeting with her she is still so excited. Best of all her husband was also on board. Favorite quotes from that lesson are as follows:
“Yeah, but C, sprinkling is not in the Bible. We’ve got to do it like Jesus.” -T
” If you had said, 1000 members yesterday, you now have 1003.” -C

Sister Pratt and her bike.

Sister Pratt and her bike.

Well. There you go folks.
It was a good week. The church is true. Thomas S. Monson is a prophet. The new apostles are awesome. Tab choir can sing! The church is a thing in Africa. I still like spaghetti. Schwester E came to conference. Uchtdorf is funny. I like being a missionary. The sky is blue and leaves are falling. Bruder C is a piano genius. I am out of time. I like to feel the spirit. It is pretty great. You are also pretty great. I am writing what I am thinking.

The Sisters and Breakfast

The Sisters and Breakfast

“She realized she was actually going to miss this strange old house with the stalker cat and her beloved great-aunt Rose” (Quote from Elder Uchtdorf’s talk in Women’s Conference)

And with that my dears, love every place you are. Love the stalker cats and happy hat-wearing ladies of your place in time on the earth right now. It is a blessing. I know that I am blessed to be in Wiener Neustadt; serving the Lord and doing my best to love. I have so many weaknesses, but I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Love,
Sister Gardner

Zone Conference

Zone Conference

Missionaries at Zone conference

Missionaries at Zone conference

Zone Conference

Zone Conference

A fun German version of a favorite story.

A fun German version of a favorite story.