Monday, November 21, 2011

God has given us so much to be grateful for

Greetings from the North Pole,
Brrrr. emerton.  I am having a hard typing right now because I can't really feel my fingers.  Outside it is grey as a field mouse and very very not warm.  There is rumor that it is supposed to snow.  Yuck.  It snowed really, really bad last thanksgiving.  The cities were without power for about 4 days and you couldn't be out driving the streets were so bad.  Hopefully that doesn't happen to us because that would slow missionary work down a lot.  And make it more painful.  I'm going to quote my old District Leader who is quoting Batman: "the night is darkest before the dawn."  Good things are approaching.  They have to be, because things couldn't get any darker.
But on a lighter note, who wants to hear some fun facts about my life as a missionary lately? Ok, so there is a member of the bishopric that has had us over for dinner and another time has had us over for breakfast.  Both times...BOTH TIMES...we had venison.  Yes, I ate deer for breakfast.  Gulp.  He is part of our tour of people we are stopping by to see on Thanksgiving and I would be more suprised if we actually had turkey than if he is sharpening his electric carver to mince up some Bambi.  My comp had never had venison before or had never even heard of it until she came on the mission.  I told her that it was baby cat.  So now we have this running joke that every time we go to this guy's house we better bring the meow mix. 
Speaking of cats...we were out tracting one night and we changed our mind about these apt complexes that we were going to go knock.  We drive out of the complex and pull over on the side of a nearby street so that we can look at our map and pick a new spot.  The street was pitch black.  Not a soul in sight.  The car was in park, the E brake was on, the street was level.  All of a sudden the car lurches forward.  Hmmm. That was really creepy.  I looked at my companion and she felt the car rock too.  We decide that we are both freaked out and that we should leave immediately.  I throw the car in drive and make the fastes Uturn of my life (second only to the one I made the catch the guy in the wheel chair ie last week's email).  All of a sudden we hear this scratching and thumping on the top of the car.  I slam the breaks.  A giant feline had jumped on top of the car and slid down the back window and ricocheted off the bike rack.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  I floor it forward hoping that the cat would launch off the front when I soon after hit the brakes.  Nope.  The devil cat just scampered up on the roof and dug its little claws in even tighter.  So then I try the swerving technique and try to shake off the dang thing.  You can hear it sliding around like butter on a hot skillet.  Alright, that's it.  I'm over this dumb cat.  I put it in reverse, gun it back and then hit the brake one last time.  It flew off so fast I died laughing for like 5 minutes straight.  The craziest part of the whole story was just imagining what the whole scene looked like to someone watching from inside their house. 
Thank you Sister Rondo for sending me the yummy pumpkin bread!  Wow, what a nice surprise to receive after a long, hard, cold day of missionary work.  You're the best!!!!
Our fridge sounds like a clucking hen.  We will be either trying to fall asleep at night or studying together in the morning and you would think that Farmer Joe just sprinkled some chicken feed in our kitchen the way it sounds.
Tracting in the dark, freezing cold is getting more and more painful.  A ward member bought us some pepper spray because they were worried that it was really dangerous for us to be out there at night.  Honestly, I think we are the only ones brave or dumb enough to be walking the streets of Bremerton at 32 degrees.  If we do see people walking they are not strolling, they are hurrying as fast as they can to get to wherever it is they are going.
We had our first anti experience last night when we were out finding.  Waayyy bad energy coming from this guy.  He was a Jdub (Jehovah Witness) Tag team attacked us with his wife.  Even got his little kids involved.  We confounded him a couple times with some doctrinal truths and he would pause for a second and then just change the subject and go off on something else he hated about us.  Ridiculous.
We found the coolest Samoan family! (figures right?  got to put my poly comp to use somehow) Well, actually they were a referal from my last zone leaders.  I'll have to tell you guys about them in my next email.  My internet time is almost up and my fingers are locking up.  But anyway we are going to stop by their house for thanksgiving.  Brown town.  Hey what is Royce's family's name that is up here in Bremerton.  Maybe they know eachother!
You can see the Seattle skyline in the distance from the hilltops of Bremerton.  It's way neat.  Especially at night.
Our investigators are slowly progressing.  Slowly but surely.  None of them came to church yesterday which was a big bummer but it happens.  They all have really varying circumstances but a few experiences I had this week involving me questioning a lot about what I really do believe and why I am on a mission shed some light on the fact that I have more in common with these people then I originally thought.
My comp and I were invited to bear our testimonies on Sunday before the High Councilor spoke.  It just so happened the chapter that I left off on for my reading from the Book of Mormon was Alma 26.  My favorite chapter ever.  All about one of the greatest missionaries ever, Ammon.  I think it was verse 35 and 36 that I read at the pulpit about having so much to rejoice over.  And not just during this thanksgiving season, but in every season of our lives.  That God has given us so much to be grateful for and that lately I haven't been happy because I haven't been grateful.  I haven't been as good at looking for or recognizing how much Heavenly Father has given me in my life and what He continues to do for me and bless me with.  What are you thankful for?  Your lists are very long, I'm sure.  Love you guys.  Hope home for Thanksgiving is warm.  Warm in the sense of love and hope.  Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.  Probably gain 5 pounds from all the food I'll have to eat.  Smile more. 

"That which is to give light, must endure burning"

Another rough rough week.  This is by far the hardest transfer of the mission.  Somedays I just think "December 5th, December 5th, December 5th."  That's the beginning of the new transfer.  But I can't keep waiting for the next transfer or the next companion or the next area or the next investigator.  I have to know how to be content at the current moment.  How am I going to magnify the next 10 minutes, the next hour, the next day, the next week?  There is a quote tacked to the wall of our apartment that was there when we moved in.  It's above one of the lamps in the living room and says, "That which is to give light, must endure burning."  I completely know the feeling.
 At one point I had to pull the car over and just cry.  I asked a brother in the ward to give me a priesthood blessing of comfort.  Nothing he said was a surprise.  They were words that Heavenly Father spoke through him to tell me that I needed to hear from Him.  Confirming to me that the Lord knows me individually and that I am not forgotten.  That He has never left me, even when so often I leave Him.
I got my copy of the General Conference edition of the Ensign magazine.  What a saving grace.  I have been pouring over its pages these last couple of days.  I especially loved our former beloved stake president, Chris Waddell's remarks that were given during the Priesthood session.  His talk was entitled, "The Opportunity of a Lifetime."  And it is about, you guessed it, missionary work.  A part that really stood out to me was when he said,
"Long before leaving our earthly home to serve a full-time mission, we left heavenly parents to fulfill our mortal mission.  We have a Father in Heaven, who knows us-- our strengths and weaknesses, our abilities and potential.  He knows which mission president and companions and which members and investigators we need in order to become the missionary, the husband and father (or wife and mother), and the priesthood holder we are capable of becoming.  Prophets, seers, and revelators assign missionaries under the direction and influence of the Holy Ghost.  Inspired mission presidents direct transfers every six weeks and quickly learn that the Lord knows exactly where He wants each missionary to serve." 
The Sisters conference this past weekend was a much needed break from the prison that I feel like my area has been.  Nice to just get out and see a change of scenery.  All 30 of us sisters went out to dinner at the Old Spaghetti Factory in downtown Tacoma and then went to watch the Tacoma stake's performance of Savior of the World.  It was a really well put-together musical depicting the foretelling, birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ.  The next morning we all had a fireside in their family room and then headed back to our areas.  I always scan the room, thinking "which one of you will be my next comp..."
I sent you guys the copy of the ticket to give me any insights about how to fight it.  My court date is coming up on November 30th.  My cop friend out here is going to help me fight it.  So no, hopefully no one will be paying for this ticket.
It's pretty sad, but I don't think the ward really knows what to do with Sister missioaries.  They haven't had them for at least 3 decades and so they are kind of skiddish around us.  We're like a wet dish rag.  No one is sure what to do with us so they leave us out to dry. Just kidding. Sort of.  No one signed up to feed us this week.  Sad day.  You would think that with how many old people are in this ward, 4pm dinners would be the prime time.  People must love their routines too much to break them for a couple of new sister missionaries.  We are going to have to work more on building ward relations so that people can get to know and trust us and want us over in the their homes.  In the talk by Elder Uchtdorf he says, "..what mattered to Him (the Lord) was that I was doing the best I could, that my heart was inclined toward Him, and that I was willing to help those around me.  I knew if I did the best I could, all would be well...and all was well." 
The weather here has been freezing.  Not too much rain, but gray and overccast pretty much everyday.  Some scattered sunshine.  But the air has been really chilly.  Just as long as there is no snow, I'm good.  Boots, tights, scarves, and gloves everyday.  Tracting at night is kind of painful.  But it's to be expected.
I received the sweetest package from Grandpa Ted chocked full of goodies from Hawaii.  Hawaiian flower hair accessories and a bunch of snacks.  I let my comp take two clips, I kept one, and then gave the rest to this house full of Samoan girls that we visit about once a week.  They loved them!  Good to see them go to people that really will enjoy and appreciate them.
This past week we had so many dogged appointments.  Meaning people bailed, ditched, skipped out.  It's the worst ever.  I hate getting dogged.  We do everything we can to see that the appointments go through but at the end of the day they still have their agency and we can't force them to do anything.  We invite, they commit, we follow up.  When we invite people to act, we are inviting them to repent essentially.  To increase their faith and move closer to Christ.  Keep your commitments, people!
I've really been trying to be better at keeping in touch with my recent converts from Silverdale.  Luckily, all of the people I had the opportunity to find, teach, and baptize are still active and strong in the gospel.  Tim, our superstar, just passed the Sacrament for the first time this past Sunday.  When Sister Holman called me on the phone to tell me about it, it literally made my entire day.  I am really thinking and hoping that he will be able to receive his temple endowment before I end my mission. MIRACLE.  Taylor is doing great as well, Sis Holman said that both his parents came to church on Sunday and seem to really like it.  I know that Kristy has felt the spirit and that she really wants to believe the church is true, if she secretly doesn't already.
Our investigator Dani is moving right along.  She is a very tell you how it is straight up, kind of person.  So I felt like I could just ask her point blank if she has received answers about what we have taught her so far is true.  Specifically, Joseph Smith and the Book of Mormon.  She looked at us and said, "Well, I'll put it this way...if I hadn't do you think you'd guys would still be over here?"  Wow.  She is totally becoming converted!  It's the greatest feeling ever to see the gospel change people's lives.  She wants to be baptized and wants her husband to start coming with her to church when he gets home from his navy deployment in the next couple weeks.
Oh!  There is another elder that is serving in the Carlsbad mission that has a connection to the WA-TAC.  There is an elderly lady in our ward that was talking about where all her grandsons have served their missions.  One, Elder Shirley, is currently out in the field and is serving in Del Mar.  Keep an eye out for him.  I think we might have been in the MTC at the same time as well.  I feel bad that I haven't written any of the missionaries from our home ward that are serving right now.  I will make time to do that next Pday. 
We are having dinner with the Wahlquists tonight and Family Home Evening with them and their neighbor, Robert and his son Angelo.  They are the ones I talked about last email.  They are both Catholic so some of the gospel topics that usually take minimal explanation to other investigators, require a lot more time with them.  Slowly and surely, Robert is moving right along.  They even came to church yesterday!  As fate would have it, it was the ward's primary program.  40 or so angelic voices testifying through word and song of their testimonies of the gospel of Jesus Christ.  I don't know how you couldn't feel the Spirit through them.  Very powerful.  Robert, like a lot of investigators, do not know how to react or handle the power or influence of the Holy Ghost telling them that what they are hearing or learning is true.  It's a feeling that is too big for them to internalize so they often make light or make jokes to dispell what they are really feeling.  So that's what he did.  Hopefully tonight he can really just allow himself to be aware and sensitive to the promptings and whisperings of the Holy Ghost.  We are teaching him about the Plan of Salvation, a lesson that, I feel, will make of break it for him.  His wife died a few years ago and I can imagine that a lot of what we will cover tonight will answer questions of his soul. 
I can't believe the Christmas season is upon us.  We got permission from President Weaver to go to the Graves' house in Silverdale for Thanksgiving.  We are going to "chop some wood" or "rake some leaves" so that we can wear our service clothes.  Aka jeans.  It's going to be weird to not be home for the holidays, but I look forward to spending Christmas in the mission.
I apologize for how fragmented this email probably is.  My brain is in a million different places at the moment.  Don't worry about me, guys.  I have the Lord on my side.  What else do I need?
Love you,
Sis Baylon

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

it's always better to look up, because He is looking down


Alright. Feels way good to write home today.  I have made the conscious choice to stop struggling.  I apologize for sounding really downie brownie last email.  We are instructed to not write home anything negative about our areas, companions, etc.  So I felt really bad that I didn't strictly adhere to that guideline.  I am really trying to embrace the ghetto!! Haha as weird as that sounds.  There is a sister missionary that hate my guts right now because she feels that she should be here.  She wanted to be here so she isn't and I didn't want to be here so I am.  Same thing with companions.  Be careful what you wish for or what you don't wish for.  I have to quit comparing everything to Silverdale.  Which is semi-difficult because that was all I ever knew until this point.  But I am here now so that's where my mind and heart are going to be as well.  I wanted to take the majority of my email time like always to devote to writing so I didn't really read any of the emails you guys sent me in lieu of having more time to type.  So if I didn't answer your questions, sorry! I will handwrite you letters sometime this week.

My comp's name is Faoliu (Fah-oh-lee-ooh).  Haha yeah everyone including myself just calls her Sister F.  Saves you like 10 seconds of your life each time you do.  She is straight up from da islandzz.  (that's how she talks and writes).  Her and the other poly elders in my district say that they'll turn me brown by the end of the transfer.  I said that they couldn't turn me brown with a 40 gallon bucket of paint. Ha!  She is kind of an unusual Polynesian in that she is an only child.  Pretty quiet.  Her dad works in the states and sends money back home to her and her mom in Tonga.  Her mom is an english teacher at the Church high school, Liahona.  We have really different senses of humor but we still manage to laugh together.  Most of the time at her expense.  She is way afraid of birds!  Haha and she laughs everytime families feed us gross food or food in general when I am not hungry.  She can pack it away like nobody's business.  My stomach has definitely shrunk significantly since being on the mission.  Good for the waistline but bad for being at members' houses.  Especially Samoan members. My stomach churns everytime I see a boiled banana!

Want to hear a funny but pathetic story? Sure you do!  Ok so the other day it was raining way hard. We were driving up this super steep hill and it's really really dark out.  Hardly any street lights in WA.  We drive past this large elderly man going up the hill in a motorized wheel chair.  No umbrella. Just a baseball cap on and a light jacket.  We pass him in our nice heated car.  Hmm..we should help him.  But how?  We are not allowed to give him a ride and even if we did, where were we going to put the power chair.  I know!  Let's walk beside him with my giant umbrella over his head.  Ok! Flipped the fastest U-turn of my life.  The fact that he whizzed past the car super fast should have been a tell-tale sign of what was coming next.  By the time I threw the car in park on the side of the road and got the umbrella out of the trunk he was a speck at the top of the hill.  WHAT THE HECKKK!! How did he get up there so fast.  So get this, I take off running in the pouring rain with my skirt flailing and my umbrella turning inside out from the intense wind chasing after a fat guy in a motorized wheel chair.  With a tongan girl huffing and puffing up the hill behind me.  We couldn't catch him.  I finally just yell, while trying not to just bust out laughing or crying at the same time, "Heyyy!!!!! Wait uppppppp!!!"  Just then he crosses the street and zooms into underground parking of an assisted living home.  It was a scene out of a Robin Williams movie, I swear.  We were soaked and just got out run by a guy who can't walk.  All in the name of service!

Want to hear a gross story?  Sure you do! Ok so we are tracting this semi-ghetto street during the middle of the day on Saturday.  We walk up to the front door which was kind of on the side of this one house.  I round the corner and low and behold there are about a half dozen giant raccoons just feasting on a spread of dry dog food that is scattered all over this persons porch.  I have never seen so many all at once and in broad daylight!!! I was staring into the eyes of disease carrying vermin the size of spaniels.  My comp was like "oh, cutttee!!"  I told her that they are way dangerous and propelled her into the swarm, sending the group scattering all over the yard.  We quickly knock on the person's door as we are watched by the peeved raccoons.  "Um, do you know that you have like a billion raccoons on your porch?"  The lady that answered was like "yeah, they're my friends."  Hmm. Ok cool well, want to come to church?  Bring the whole gang!

Want to hear a grosser story?  We knock on the very next house to the coon lady and this place looked like a cough or sneeze could blow the thing down.  Just beyond condemned.  Nasty, nasty place.  We give a couple of solid knocks on the door.  As we are pivoting around to leave, this lady opens the door.  Looks like the last time she took a shower was 1995.  No pants on.  Cigarette breath out the wazoo.  Just had seen better days.  Invited her to church and she was like "right now is not a good time."  Oh, because you don't have any pants on? Just kidding I didn't say that. But who opens the door with no pants on??  Bremerton's finest on parade, I'm telling you.

I love the support that all of you showed me in the form of getting peeved at the lady who took out her frustration/anger that the elders left and was therefore stuck with us the sisters.  Haha yes, she may or may not have contributed to me crying.  We had an appointment to go back and teach her on Friday but I just was dreading it.  Just dreading it.  We were reviewing our lesson plan and right before we were about to go over we get a call that she is feeling "sick" and that we can't come over tonight.  Haha oddly enough, my prayer worked! Usually missionaries pray for people to teach, but that night I prayed for not having to teach her.

Time for a "when it helps not being white" story moment!  So we have the feeling that we should go knock this one street.  We don't really get a lot of anything but "Nope"s.  Then we knock on this one lady's door.  Turns out she is Samoan and her Dad's name is Faoliu.  She was staring hard core at my comp's name tag.  Usually when people stare at our name tags they follow it up by shutting the door.  But this time she invited us in to look at family pictures.  Turns out she has a mormon sister that lives in none other than Gardena, CA.  Her name is Sarah Teo and her husband's name is Eric and they had a daughter name Emalina who passed away.  Maybe Grandpa Ted knows her.  Don't know if she is really interested in the church, my guess is probably not, but she told us to come back any time.  Here is another Samoan story.  So we get this referral from my last zone leaders in Silverdale that there is this Samoan family that they met tracting that is interested in the church and moving into our area.  They tell us the street that they are moving on but they didn't know an address.  They described vaguely what kind of cars that they drove, but that was about it.  We looked at the street and saw that it was about a mile walk round trip.  Hmm.  Lot of houses to knock on when we are only looking for one.  We pull over on the side of the road after surveying the street and say a prayer asking for help in finding the house.  The spirit prompted us to start in the middle and to walk to the right.  It was a miracle but the very last house on the street was the family!! I literally jumped for joy when we found it.  Two cars that matched their description.  Turns out they weren't home, but it's ok because now we know where they live and can go back and pretend to "knock into them". MIRACLE.

Another miracle is our investigator Dani.  We found her tracting our first week here.  She is a 22 yr old navy wife that was at her friend's house who actually just joined the church a couple of months ago.  She was looking for a church to join but didn't know where to go or how to even go about looking.  Her recent convert friend said, "Why don't you do what I did? Pray about it."  So Dani prayed about what church to join and then missionaries knocked on her door the very next day.  COOL, RIGHT??? We taught her about the Restoration, which she totally identifies with, took her on a church tour, and she came to church on Sunday.  She said that she was a little overhwhelmed.  It was the first time that she stepped into a church in 8 years.  She said she liked it and wants to start bringing her husband when he gets home from the boat in a couple weeks.  MIRACLE.

Last night we broke our fast with our new favorite family, the Wahlquists.  The mom is this itty-bitty Filipina lady (of course) and is the YW president.  She had told us about her neighbors across the street the last time we were over there for lunch.  It's a half Japanese widower with a son that is japanese/filipino.  Score.  We asked her if she would want to walk over there and introduce us after dinner and so after dessert we walked across the street.  Long story short, the Lord answered my prayer to find a family to teach, we are now teaching them!!!  MIRACLE.

Heavenly Father let me sink to the bottom so that I could rise to the top and help the people of Bremerton do the same.  People here need the gospel so desperately I just don't even know where to begin.  I feel embarassed and ashamed that I even questioned why God would send me here.  I am finally starting to realize that I can either complain and wallow or get to work.  My companion and I are the only missionaries in the entire world assigned to this area at this time to find the people that are waiting to receive the message that we bring.  That Jesus is the Christ.  That He lives.  That God, our loving Heavenly Father still reaches out to His children today and has called a Prophet on the earth.  That the Book of Mormon contains the fullness of the everlasting gospel and that by living by its precepts we can find quench the thirst for joy and peace that the world can never offer.

Don't worry about me here.  I am fine.  I am more than fine.  I am doing great.  Not to say that it isn't hard, but I need to find the people that have wandered off on forbidden paths and stumbled through mists of darkness and bring them back.  To place their hands on the iron rod and allow the Spirit to guide them the rest of their journey.  I love you all.

It's always better to look up, because He is looking down

Sis Baylon

Monday, November 7, 2011

picture time!!

 Sister Baylon and her MTC District!

And here she is in Washington....

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Halloween Pday

 Hello everyone
Writing you from this sunny Halloween Pday. Today will be a relatively easy
day which is much appreciated, because this last week was way hard.  Today
the President wants us to have our weekly zone meetings at night so that we
are not out in the streets.  Not a good time for missionaries to be walking
around.  After the zone meeting we are having a Halloween party.  Weird to
think that we are going to a Halloween party on the mission.  Ususally
 Pdays are actually kind of stressful.  A whole lot of things to do and not
a lot of time to do it.  The majority of the day is consumed with playing
sports and going out to lunch with the Zone.   Today, we got permission to
leave the area and go to Silverdale so that my comp could go shopping.
Kind of bittersweet.  I saw members at Target, at the mall, and at the library just now from my old wards.  They either didn't even know that I
was transferred or they were way bummed to see that I had left the area.
Well, that is the nature of missionary work.  We change around a lot.
Sometimes that doesn't really sit well with investigators.

To any of you that might have just recently sent me mail to my old
Silverdale address chances are I didn't get it.  My old comp tried to
forward them to me but I should have received them by now and they haven't
come.  The mail system might have bounced them back to the original return addresses.

So my new comp is doing pretty well.  Waaaaay different then Holman.  She
 is an islander and all that comes with that.  Different personality,
> different sense of humor, different way of thinking, different pace,
> different likes/dislikes.  Not bad, just different.  Definitely an
> adjustment from Holman.  Fortunately she is really humble and teachable so
> that helps the work a lot.  I feel like I have to correct or teach her a
> lot more of what not to do as well as what to do then my last companion.
> It is teaching me patience and understanding.  This past week has been a
> proving ground and one that definitely is causing me to stretch far out of
> my comfort zone.  It's hard starting from zero.  So much pressure.
> Unspoken pressure, of course. Pressure that I mostly place on my own
> shoulders.  In just this first week though we have three new investigators
> and one on date to be baptized.  So that is a miracle!!  I keep trying to
> tell myself that I am doing my best and that is enough.
> The area is....scary sometimes.  Mom, I don't want to worry you
> unnecessarily so I think there are some stories that I'll just have to tell
> you when I get back.Yes, the Spirit will whisper and prompt you of danger
> but at the same time you have to be smart and use good judgment about what
> situations you are placing yourself in.  Missionaries are not invincible
> and I think that is a common misconception a lot of young elders have.
> Sometimes when we are out tracting or even just driving around I think to
> myself, "Man, what in the world am I doing here?  Why would President think
> to send me to this place?"  But then I think on it a little more and
> remember that Heavenly Father called me to this area at this time with this
> companion and that he is the all-knowing, all-powerful Master planner and
> has a divine design for this Washington Tacoma mission.  I think of all the
> places in the world that I could be at that exact minute of the day and
> know that this is where He needs me to be.  Humbling.  Makes you feel a
> little more significant when sometimes you feel like an ant on a playground.
> I made it all the way until Thursday night before I cried.  Frustration,
> sadness, confusion, and honestly just feelings of being alone reached their
> breaking point.  I let heavy, wet tears roll down my cheeks as I sat in
> this lady's house as she is laying in to us about how upset she is that the
> elders left her and now she is stuck with us.  Luckily, I was able to pass
> off my tears as a product of the Spirit as I bore my testimony but really
> they outpouring of my emotional dam breaking.  I was able to pull it
> together and salvage the rest of the night.  I don't want to turn this into
> a cry fest so this letter will be brief. I uploaded some pictures from
> lately.
> I know that the Savior of the world is the one that is going to get me
> through this little rough transition.  I know that there are great things
> that are in store for us here.  I just have to keep the faith and keep
> believing that this is true.  If you feel like life is trying to defeat
> you, read my favorite scripture: Alma 26:12 .  Has gotten me through a lot
> of sleepless nights.
> Love you guys,
> Sister Baylon