Sister Fultz will be flying out to Ohio tomorrow. She would love for you all to write her letters, because she can get them and read them every day, not just P-day! The address to send these letters to is:
Sister Makenzie Xela Fultz
Ohio Cincinnati Mission
P.O. Box 11671
Cincinnati OH 45211
United States
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sadness
I most likely will not have a pday next week, because I will be arriving in Ohio on Monday, which is pday. So don't count on getting an email from me! BUT PLEASE EMAIL ME. I want to know what is going on with all of you!! If you don't email me, I will call you unto repentance. Because as a representative of Christ, what I say is backed by the Lord Jesus Christ! No I'm kidding, but seriously email me.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Week One in the MTC
Hello All!
My laundry is drying right now, so I thought I would give everyone a play-by-play of my first week in the MTC.
Sept 16th: What a crazy day! I said see ya to my family for 18 months, and I didn't cry?! I must be heartless. Just know that I was very sad, but mostly excited! Haha. My companion is Sister Turpin from Vernal! I love her. I got to finally meet a sister that I met over facebook today too! Her name is sister Johnson. We had a class today about our purpose as missionaries. It was very eye opening. I also got to order a shirt that has my mission name on it! Hopefully it will be here soon.
Sept 17th: So yesterday we did a survery of our scripture understanding. I rated myself very low. I've never felt confident when it comes to scriptures! So today they had tutors take up and test us. When I got tested, the sister told me that I don't need any help and that I'll do just fine. In that moment I realized that because I recognized something I needed to be better at, Heavenly Father helped me! It was so awesome and amazing. So, the MTC is awesome, but I can't wait to leave! The hardest part of all of this is... NOT BEING ABLE TO NAP. I always napped at home!!
Sept 18th: The days are going by fast, yet slow. Oi vey! Today Sister Turpin and I were so blessed. She was feeling so sick this morning, and she was afraid we were going to have to stay in our room all day, so we said a prayer together. Then, the whole day she felt so much better! We were able to go to all of our classes. It was such a blessing.
Sept 19th: Today was hard. Sis Turpin and I have been having a hard time being in sync when we plan for our practice investigators. We didn't have the spirit with us. So what did we do? PRAYED of course! We prayed that we would be able to plan together and be in sync. Well, guess what? PRAYER IS REAL. I haven't ever prayed so much in my life!!
Sept 20th: So, Sunday's in the MTC don't feel like Sundays. Just sayin! We had Sacrament meeting at 8 IN THE MORNING. I fell asleep, of course. We also had a devotional, and something crazy happened, I sang in the choir! lol what? We also watched Elder Bednar's talk: Character of Christ. CHANGED MY LIFE. Too bad for all ya'll, it's only shown in the MTC. Boo hoo.
Sept 21st: So we have something called TRC. It gives us the chance to teach an investigator multiple times during the week. We taught someone named Lucia. She was rude.... she isn't a real investigator... but she was rude! She wasn't interested in any way. Oh well. Then we taught someone named Leah, and Sis Turpin, White, Lamb and I all taught her together. SHE ISN'T A MEMBER. STRAIGHT UP. It was such a bizarre experience. Everytime we tried to teach her, she just down. So it was pretty much just social hour... ugh. We have NO idea what to teach her! BUT PRAYER IS REAL. So we'll figure it out!
Sept 22nd: P-day! Woot woot. No church clothes.. until the Temple and devotional! yay. I finally got to take a nap today too. Hallelujah
Love you all! The church is true!
Sister Fultz
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
I'm on a spiritual high!
I'm a Mormon. I know it. I live it. I love it!
AMEN I LOVE IT.
Today I went to the temple for the first time after receiving my own endowment over a month ago. I had the opportunity to go with my Grandma and Grandpa Fultz. They have done family history work and found members of our family needing temple work done. They invited me to attend the temple with them to complete the work of family members that came before me. Woot woot!
I will admit, I didn't want to go. Not because I don't enjoy the temple, but because I'm lazy. If I don't "have" to do something, I probably won't. I fought in my mind a lot about whether or not I should go. So really it was me fighting with Satan, who of course, didn't want me to go. In the end, I decided to go (so take THAT Satan!). I woke up at 7:50 this morning, threw on a dress, and went to the temple (after taking our international student, John, to school). There was an accident on the freeway, so it took a looooong time to get to bountiful! After John was thirty minutes late, I finally got him to school and made my way up the mountain to the Bountiful Temple.
When I finally got there, I fast walked into the temple where I met up with my grandparents. They had 13 family names for me to do work for. I first did baptisms, and then moved onto an endowment session.
What happens in the temple is very sacred, so I am not going to disclose anything that occurred during my time there, except for the following experience.
After all was said and done, I got to sit and the temple and think. I remembered the name of the woman I had just finished the temple work for, Elizabeth Patten. It was easy to remember because Elizabeth is a common name in my family, and then Patten sounds like pattern, ha ha ha!
Anyway, I was sitting in the temple thinking about Elizabeth and about how she must be feeling right then. I suddenly had a warm feeling go through my body, and I heard a voice talk to me saying, "Thank you so much, Makenzie. I am so grateful for the work you have done today. You are going to be a great missionary and are going to help a lot of people". That isn't exactly what was said, but that is the summary of it.
There you go. My reason for going to the temple. After today I won't ever fight about whether or not to go. Amazing things happen in the temple. I believe that is was truly Elizabeth there with me. She knew that I was feeling nervous about my upcoming mission. She offered my comfort that I will always be grateful for.
For my fellow members out there reading, GO TO THE TEMPLE. It is so worth the time you will spend there! I was there for 4 hours, and I wouldn't change a thing. The time I got to spend in the Lords sacred house better prepared me for my mission. I know this church is true, and I am so excited to start sharing it with others as a full time missionary come September 16th!
AMEN I LOVE IT.
Today I went to the temple for the first time after receiving my own endowment over a month ago. I had the opportunity to go with my Grandma and Grandpa Fultz. They have done family history work and found members of our family needing temple work done. They invited me to attend the temple with them to complete the work of family members that came before me. Woot woot!
I will admit, I didn't want to go. Not because I don't enjoy the temple, but because I'm lazy. If I don't "have" to do something, I probably won't. I fought in my mind a lot about whether or not I should go. So really it was me fighting with Satan, who of course, didn't want me to go. In the end, I decided to go (so take THAT Satan!). I woke up at 7:50 this morning, threw on a dress, and went to the temple (after taking our international student, John, to school). There was an accident on the freeway, so it took a looooong time to get to bountiful! After John was thirty minutes late, I finally got him to school and made my way up the mountain to the Bountiful Temple.
When I finally got there, I fast walked into the temple where I met up with my grandparents. They had 13 family names for me to do work for. I first did baptisms, and then moved onto an endowment session.
What happens in the temple is very sacred, so I am not going to disclose anything that occurred during my time there, except for the following experience.
After all was said and done, I got to sit and the temple and think. I remembered the name of the woman I had just finished the temple work for, Elizabeth Patten. It was easy to remember because Elizabeth is a common name in my family, and then Patten sounds like pattern, ha ha ha!
Anyway, I was sitting in the temple thinking about Elizabeth and about how she must be feeling right then. I suddenly had a warm feeling go through my body, and I heard a voice talk to me saying, "Thank you so much, Makenzie. I am so grateful for the work you have done today. You are going to be a great missionary and are going to help a lot of people". That isn't exactly what was said, but that is the summary of it.
There you go. My reason for going to the temple. After today I won't ever fight about whether or not to go. Amazing things happen in the temple. I believe that is was truly Elizabeth there with me. She knew that I was feeling nervous about my upcoming mission. She offered my comfort that I will always be grateful for.
For my fellow members out there reading, GO TO THE TEMPLE. It is so worth the time you will spend there! I was there for 4 hours, and I wouldn't change a thing. The time I got to spend in the Lords sacred house better prepared me for my mission. I know this church is true, and I am so excited to start sharing it with others as a full time missionary come September 16th!
The other day, I was missionary shopping with my mom. We went to a store that also sells dresses for dances. While I was trying on clothes for my mission, two other girls were trying on beautiful dresses for their homecoming dance. We all talked to each other and gave opinions on clothes and dresses. I don't remember how we got on the topic, but the worker was telling us a shocking fact that made my heart break.
She said that they sell mostly sizes 0-2 during BOYS CHOICE dances. They don't sell hardly any of the other sizes. Then during the GIRLS CHOICE dances, they sell the rest of the sizes. They have to consider that when ordering dresses as well.
How sad is that?
We live in a world where we say size doesn't matter, then we act differently. Every girl deserves to be asked by a boy to a dance, regardless of her gosh dang dress size! Throughout high school, I ranged from a size 8 to a size 10. I did get to go to every dance, but there were other girls that only got to go to girls choice. They would always say that it didn't bug them, but I could see their hearts breaking as they talked about it.
I just want to say to every single boy out there, I know that that size 2 girl is beautiful, but maybe consider asking another girl, because honestly every girl is beautiful. You could make her life so much better. I challenge everyone, not just boys, to look more into the heart of people. Past their outer looks. It truly is what is inside that matters. One year in high school, the seminary theme was "look on the heart". Even if you aren't religious, that is such an amazing principle to remember.
Trust me, I'm not perfect with not looking solely on peoples looks, but what that worker said to me opened my eyes. We shouldn't think of how attractive our date will look in all the pictures, we should think about how they'll make us feel while at the dance, and if you'll be able to have fun with them.
We are all children of our Heavenly Father, and we were created in his image. We are all beautiful, and handsome in our own ways.
Sorry that my post is so scatter-brained and random (at least I feel like it is). This is all new to me, putting my thoughts out for everyone to read! I hope that whatever I put can help someone, even if it's just one person! Thank you for reading this crazy blog! You're beautiful/handsome/straight up awesome.
She said that they sell mostly sizes 0-2 during BOYS CHOICE dances. They don't sell hardly any of the other sizes. Then during the GIRLS CHOICE dances, they sell the rest of the sizes. They have to consider that when ordering dresses as well.
How sad is that?
We live in a world where we say size doesn't matter, then we act differently. Every girl deserves to be asked by a boy to a dance, regardless of her gosh dang dress size! Throughout high school, I ranged from a size 8 to a size 10. I did get to go to every dance, but there were other girls that only got to go to girls choice. They would always say that it didn't bug them, but I could see their hearts breaking as they talked about it.
I just want to say to every single boy out there, I know that that size 2 girl is beautiful, but maybe consider asking another girl, because honestly every girl is beautiful. You could make her life so much better. I challenge everyone, not just boys, to look more into the heart of people. Past their outer looks. It truly is what is inside that matters. One year in high school, the seminary theme was "look on the heart". Even if you aren't religious, that is such an amazing principle to remember.
Trust me, I'm not perfect with not looking solely on peoples looks, but what that worker said to me opened my eyes. We shouldn't think of how attractive our date will look in all the pictures, we should think about how they'll make us feel while at the dance, and if you'll be able to have fun with them.
We are all children of our Heavenly Father, and we were created in his image. We are all beautiful, and handsome in our own ways.
Sorry that my post is so scatter-brained and random (at least I feel like it is). This is all new to me, putting my thoughts out for everyone to read! I hope that whatever I put can help someone, even if it's just one person! Thank you for reading this crazy blog! You're beautiful/handsome/straight up awesome.
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