Monday, April 18, 2016

April 18, 2016 Goodbye Jamaica!


To all the beautiful people who have followed my journey,

This past week was a week of lasts. My last district meeting, my last super plan (THANK GOODNESS), my last Sunday. There is a small part of me that knows I am going to miss being a missionary. I try to ignore it for the most part.

The best Elders in this mission!

Today all the departing missionaries had to go to a self reliance program. It was.... Well, I don't really know what to say. It was long and full of a lot of information. Also, the marriage talk made me a little uncomfortable #missionaryprobs

The longer you look at this picture the better it gets.

These past 18 months have changed my life. To say I am grateful for the opportunity Heavenly Father has given me, cannot even begin to cover how I feel. I love Jamaica. I love the Bahamas. These people have change me forever. I love this gospel with all my heart.

This guy always gives me jokes as I walk by. I am going to miss him.

The Dill sisters.

I can't wait to see you all on Thursday. Actually see you in real life. IN PERSON. I have so many stories to tell and so many hugs to give.

For the last time from Jamaica,
I love you all!!
Sister Tuttle.
Bless up

Monday, April 11, 2016

April 11, 2016

Hikes yo

I sketched out this letter on the top of a mountain in Jamaica.

The mountains of Jamaica make me happy

Blue Mountain doesn't feel like the Jamaica I know. It is so quiet and peaceful. No loud music. No yelling or singing. Just the breeze in the trees. So clean and so crisp. Words cannot describe the beauty in the colors or the cool mist on the mountain. It is just an experience that I have tried to keep in my mind. It has always been a dream of mine to hike Blue Mountain. I never thought it would actually happen as a missionary. But as they say, "dreams do come true".


Best P-day in Kingston!!!

This past week was a good one. From Monday to Tuesday we had trade-offs with the Portmore STL's. I picked coconuts, ate mangos and just talked. I was grateful for the trade-off and even better is the fact that we made it home without taking any wrong buses.

Picking Coconuts

Trade offs with Sister Dasha

Do you remember me writing about Veron?? Well, just a refresher, Sister Maenetja and I found her and started teaching her a while ago, but she actually lived outside of our area. We gave her over to the elders where she lived. She got baptized on Saturday. We got special permission from President Brown to travel to the area and go to her baptism. I was beyond happy for her. Plus it was nice to be able to tell her that I will text her in the next few weeks. I am so excited to talk to the people from my mission. There are just so many people I love here and in the Bahamas.

Vernon's baptism in Spanish Town

3 cheers for Vernon!!!

So much happened this past week. Love letters. Testimonies. Conversion. Laughs. Sun burns. On and on. Don't worry, I wrote it all down in my journal so I can tell all my stories when I get home.

She is seriously my best friend.

Mango season


Tanya and friends

Hair Salon

My other best friend

Travis was back for a few days. I love Travis and Sarah. They give me jokes and make me happy!

This is Clayton. He is not even our investigator. We are just friends.

He says he is famous. I took a picture just in case.

I love you all so much and I am absolutely dying to see you.
Love and blessings,
Sister Tuttle

Monday, April 4, 2016

April 4, 2016

Whenever p-days are on Tuesday it makes the rest of the week go really fast. It also makes me feel like I have even less to tell you all about.

We had zone meeting on Wednesday. That was my last zone meeting.

Thursday morning we did service for a member. Sister Maenetja and I hand washed for a couple hours. I had taken off my watch to wash not thinking about how white my skin was under my watch and how bright the sun was in the sky. I walked away with a hilarious red stripe across my wrist.

Saturday and Sunday were GENERAL CONFERENCE. Or as Jaxon calls it, missionary Christmas. My mission has changed my perspective on general conference. Before my mission it was a nice excuse to come home from school and hang out with my family. Since I haven't been able to come home and watch general conference for the past 18 months, I have learned to love it for a different reason. I love hearing from our church leaders. They truly are called of God. I was talking to an elder and he said, "There is no way you can sit through 8 hours of general conference and not know that this church is true". I agree. For some reason I found myself reflecting on last year this time. I was with Sister Thompson in Ochi. I went into the conference thinking, "how am I going to be a missionary for the next year?" I went into this one thinking, "oh my goodness, I only have a few days left. What am I doing with my life???" It was really nice though. I am looking forward to rereading the talks.

President Brown called us yesterday after conference and told Sister Maenetja that she had a death in her family back home. That must be so hard.

I am sorry this is short. Soon I will be talking to you all in real life telling you my thrilling mission stories. Be excited.

I love you all so much!!
Have a wonderful week.
Sister Tuttle