Sister Jasmine Bundy

Cats, Bunnies, and Wrens 🫠

Hey, hey, hey!

How are all of my lil westerners? Hopefully all of you got to watch lonesome dove this week.

If you did, kindly drop a qoute below.

After 3 weeks of hard days, this week was like the sun shining after a cold night. We saw so many chicken tenders! -- I mean tender mercies! 🐔

A couple of weeks ago, we were in a gas station n' we met this lady named Wren. We slapped that church invite onto the table of course.

She was noncommittal with the "Wah wah, maybe I'll come."

n' we were like:

"NO FENCE POST SQUATTERS"

I'm not gonna let anyone go with just a "maybe" you either tell me no 2x, or I will not shut up.

So we taught her about the blessings of the sacrament and tried to get her information, but she was being real dodgy, and kinda ran away.

Yesterday, we were in a neighborhood that we've never been in, and remember when I said I was being a terrible driver? Well I missed my turn about 90 times. Finally, I pulled into the driveway of what I thought was the home we were supposed to be at. Looking at the map again, IT WASN'T. My head just kinda hit the steering wheel in despair. I was so annoyed.

But Sister LALA Lancaster suggested we just knock the door anyways instead of wallowing in their driveway.

Who else answered the door than our fence post squatter named Wren? That's right. And it turns out she's not a fence post squatter at all. She's golden! We taught her the Restoration right there on her porch and gave her a Book of Mormon. She was so excited. Turns out she had been looking for us everywhere after that day in the gas station and had had no success.

Too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence.

One of my favorite moments from this week was I got stuck in the waiting room of a doctors office while my companion was in an appointment for almost 2 hours. This mom came in with her 2 girls who were NOT cooperating. My momma gave me a puzzle of Jesus before my mission, and it just happened to be in the car. My new little friends, Joslyn and Jacqueline, and I played with the puzzle on the floor for awhile. It made me feel like I was Jasmine again!

I also got the chance to go to my second home again: Dalton, Georgia. First hour in and we ended up looking for this lady's cat. We were accompanied by a very pregnant woman who hates Mormons.

I'm going to just leave it at that.

Also while in Dalton, we went and taught a lesson in a house that was sweltering and smelt like feet. I thought I was in Nevada again! Home sweet home 🤩

Last and certainly least: I've got this man on my tail named Nico and he keeps calling me bunny.

That's not my name, Nico.

We're trying to pass him off to the Elders, but he is stuck like glue to me, and I can't say I appreciate it.

Here's something I want to lay out for all of yall:

Faith is not transactional, it's relational.

Faith is not a math equation that looks like this:

Church+prayer+reading= faith

Faith is not man-made.

Faith is God-made.

Have yall ever said to yourself: "I just need to have more faith" ..or "let me try harder, and it will equal more faith" ?

It's not like if you squeeze your eyes shut, clench your fists, think real hard and strain, that your faith will just increase.

I used to say think that way because I didn't understand that faith in God isn't a transactional relationship in which if I just pay Him in the currency of reading my scriptures more, it would give me the product of faith.

The way I attain faith is really like this:

It starts with a desire to know the God in Heaven who made me. The God who is my Father. So I turn to Him in prayer, desiring to feel His love.

God is my loving Heavenly Father! A Father of flesh and bone, not an abstract figure, who really does love me, who's design is to show me just how much.

I feel the love of God, I know that He is real, and, I in turn, love Him. Because I love Him, I want to keep His commandments, which makes me even more aware of His love BECAUSE of the blessings that are a direct result of keeping His commandments.

My relationship with God strengthens, and my faith becomes unshaken as it is rooted in The Almighty God, not in my actions. Because sometimes my actions falter. But because my Faith lays solely in God, who is unchanging, I know He still loves me, and I desire once again to realign my behavior with His.

The heart of true religion is love.

-S. Bundy

Qouties

"God is IN LOooOVE with Me!"

"GOD IS IN LOVE WITCHU !" -Duane from the walmart parking lot

"What was your experience like taking the sacrament??" -me

"IT WAS EVERYTHANG" -Adam

"I still want u, my missionary 🥹" -Nico

"It is a blessing that we are on your porch." -me (it actually worked to say that.. will be using again ✍️)

"AHHHHH ITS THE MISSIONARIES 😱" -little gal that saw us and hid