Monday, March 28, 2016

What's Up! Happy week of General Conference

2. We were SO busy this week.

We helped move some neighbors of the Pattee's(some members from our
ward). We spent three days there this week packing up boxes and deep
cleaning the house. On the last day we were there we deep cleaned for
a looooong time. There was dust all up in that house and in my lungs.
They're an awesome family. They asked a lot of questions about the
church and about missionaries. It was so great!

We visited Elizabeth this week-the woman we ran into a couple weeks
ago-and she fed us ice cream. So I assumed it was all good. And then
some bible-bashing started to come down on us, and our replies were
never enough. But I felt the Spirit so strong. My testimony and my
faith was strengthened that this church IS true and that I'm here for
the right reason. But through some questions, the Spirit came into the
discussion and her heart was softened.

Then on Saturday our district did a "finding" activity. It was so much
fun and so beautiful! The sun was out and it was 52 degrees! Sister
Plomgren made the posters, and I cut out paper Easter eggs. We plopped
down a table on one of the corners in a cute little town. It's like
downtown Hillsboro where we have farmer's markets. There were lots of
people there.

Anyways, on one of the posters there was a question: "Who is Jesus
Christ to you?"
And on the other poster was #Hallelujah. We went around asking people
the question, and then wrote their answers down on an Easter egg and
taped it to the #Hallelujah poster! A lot of people honked, waved, and
talked to us. It was legit. One conversation we had with a man has
been on my mind.

We walked up to him, explained what we were doing, and then asked him
the question. He stiffened a little and then said, "I'm Jewish-I'm not
sure how to answer that question. He was an amazing person but I don't
believe in His teachings." We wrote down, 'an amazing person' on the
egg and thanked him for his time. He was really pleasant, and
expressed that he and his wife had just been having a conversation
about this because of the Easter season. It was great to speak with

This encounter gave me greater understanding that not only are
missionaries set apart to teach and testify of the Restored gospel of
Christ's church, but to also testify that Jesus is the Savior that was
prophesied to come and save us. I am so grateful for the sacred
opportunity to be set apart and called to serve Jesus Christ; to
testify that I know He is the Christ. I know that He is the Savior and
Redeemer of us all.  He lived a sinless life and walked among
every-day people like us. I know that He atoned for our sins, that He
died for us, and that He lives again and lives still. I know that He
cares about us and that He plays a detailed part in our lives, even if
we don't know Him or think He is there. I believe in Jesus Christ. And
I am grateful to be one of His disciples, servants and missionaries.
There is no greater calling or cause, than the cause of Jesus Christ!

I hope you all had a wonderful Easter. At a dinner appointment this
week, this sweet family gave us a bag with Easter coloring pages and
candy. It was so tender. And I colored the pages on Sunday morning
hahaha. I also loved the general women's conference on Saturday night.
It was A+! I am STOKED for General conference. We also receive
transfer calls this week. So we will see how it goes!

Here's a quote I've been thinking about all week:
"Putting a tag on doesn't make you a missionary and taking it off
doesn't release you." - sister Carol M. Stephens

Have a GREAT week!

Sister Gallegos

Monday, March 21, 2016

Happy Easter! and Happy Spring

This week was wonderful! We had SO many miracles.

Oscar: while we were at McDonald's, we had the impression to speak
with him. He is from Guatemala. He has seen a lot of missionaries
there so he knew who we were. Some of his family members are
Latter-day Saints too!
We were able to show him the Easter video and had a great conversation
about Jesus Christ. It was AWESOME. We gave him a pass-along card with
our number on it. He wasn't too interested in meeting again but at
least he has our number.

Marge: while we were at Walmart we began to talk with her. She's such
a cute old lady. We talked about the weather which led into where
we're from and why we are here. We asked to show her the Easter video
and she stiffened a little and then expressed that she was a Jehovah's
Witness. We asked if we could give her a card anyways, but ended up
just showing her the video. It was really sweet to see the difference
in her before and after she saw the video. Afterwards she kept saying
"wow" over and over again. Her face and tone had totally changed. Her
heart was softened. She then asked if there was a church nearby. We
wrote down the address on a card along with our number.

Two people at FMSC: I can't remember their names because when they
told me, the music was blaring. But I was labeling bags with them at
this food bank thing. We talked for an hour and a half about
missionaries, the church, modern-day prophets, life-lessons,
companions, jobs, etc. It was AMAZING. I felt the spirit so strong
towards the end of the session and our conversation. She told me how
her husband left her and her kids, but she still had to go and work
and that she learned that it's through turning outwards and serving
others that we find peace in life. It was an amazing conversation and
I feel very blessed that I was able to meet her and her son and talk
with them.

I think her name is Mary: on exchanges this past Tuesday, sister
Trowbridge and I were talking to a woman in Goodwill. She had recently
moved from Texas. There, she did a lot of service at a food bank. She
had seen missionaries there and was impressed with them. We gave her
an Easter card and had an awesome conversation with her.

Llamar: He was baptized a year ago, and since then no one has been
able to get in contact with him. On Saturday sister Plomgren had a
prompting to go and visit him. We did and he was HOME!! We showed him
the Easter video and invited him to come back to church. It was

I loved this week.
We worked really hard. Doing so makes me happy.

This is the week of Easter!!
The week where we commemorate that Jesus Christ broke the bands of
death and our sorrows and trials.

"Each of us will have our own Fridays--those days when the universe
itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about
us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems
we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered
death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will
come." - Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin

I know that Jesus Christ lives. I know that by His own power, His body
and Spirit were reunited for eternity. I know that if we follow Him
our souls can be comforted and our hearts can be filled. We can be
made whole. I know that He is my Savior.

I hope y'all have a great week!
Also, funny story: we were at a dinner appointment this week and they
asked how to say my name. I told them and the dad said, "oh yeah!
Cause the two L's make a Y. Like quesadilla!" Hahahahha.

Sister Gallegos

Monday, March 14, 2016

I Love Being A Missionary

I'm going to jump right into the miracles of this week.
We had some time in between appointments this past Tuesday or Wednesday (I can't remember) and sister Plomgren felt we should stop by a woman who's name had popped up on our records. (Plomdog is #inspired) We get down there and start driving around the block because there were "no parking" signs all over the place! We find a place to park and then walk 3 minutes up to the apartment complex. Right as we were headed to the complex we see a woman walking past us. She stops and says, "missionaries? What are you doing here? You must be looking for me!" She didn't have much time to talk, but turned out to be the woman we were looking for! She invited us over for lunch the next day.
We ended up having lunch on Friday at her apartment with two of her friends.
She joined the church 5 or six years ago but stopped going shortly after.
After lunch it seemed like she wasn't expecting us to come by again-haha-but she hasn't left my mind or my heart. There's some work to be done. And cookies to be baked.

And this whole week has been warm. It rained this weekend. It makes me think of Oregon. I'll take the rain over the snow any day.
Also, the quesalupa from Taco Bell is quite delicioso. I highly recommend it with the 'seasoned beef'. ❤πŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ‘πŸΎ

This weekend we had stake conference. Elder Larry R. Lawrence presided as the general authority. He and his wife are cute as buttons. He's so sweet and compassionate. We got to shake his hand a couple times. It was neat!

The most powerful talk for me was by the stake president. He has a daughter on a mission right now, and shared an experience she had about Christlike love. He shared her words, saying that she felt so honored, grateful, and blessed to be able to have this opportunity to do what Christ would do, and to love as He would. She was grateful to wear His name on her tag. As he relayed this story, the spirit was powerful.

I want to echo her sentiments.
I too feel honored, grateful, and blessed to be a missionary: To wear a tag with the name "Jesus Christ" on it. For the opportunity to get to know people and strive to love them as Christ does.

Serving a mission and being set apart as a representative of Jesus Christ has changed my life forever. I love being a missionary. Certainly there are times when I don't "enjoy" it and I want to give up and lay on the ground like a potato - but even in those moments I am still loving this because it is God's work. We are never alone when we are in His service. We are never alone because we are His children.

These verses have been on my mind recently:

"2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 ¶Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all."

I love Jesus Christ. He is my best friend.

We had an AWESOME dinner with one of ward missionaries and his wife: brother and sister Oldham. I.LOVE.THEM. They made us brownies for dessert and then put a dozen on a plate for us to deliver to someone that we were stopping by that night. Ugh. I love old people. Anyways, they were giving us ideas to help the ward get moving and suggested that we challenge the families we meet with to simply deliver a plate of cookies to a neighbor that they don't know. No strings attached. It doesn't have to be a gospel conversation. Just a simple act of kindness to a neighbor that you don't know. Sister Plomgren and I are setting a goal for this week to challenge each family to do this.(I'm thinking that we should do it too!!) And we will be following up with them.

I'd like to extend that same challenge to all of you. Just one plate of cookies! (It doesn't have to be cookies...brownies are also enjoyable.)
I'll follow up next Monday!! πŸ‘πŸΎπŸ™πŸ½πŸ˜ And I'd love if you emailed me telling me how it went! 

I love missionary work. It is important. It is rewarding. It is God's work.
I love you. ❤

Random events of the week:
  • Ate with gold utensils. 
  • Ate at a country club where there were valets.
  • I ordered a chicken quesadilla at the country club because it was the only thing I recognized that looked good and didn't cost $30. πŸ‡²πŸ‡½ also, I love chicken. And I love quesadillas. Especially together. 
  • Someone made this remark to us at dinner the other night: "y'all could be twerkin' out there with BeyoncΓ© but instead you is here serving the Lord." Also: "Excuse my French, but she a hoe. Let her go!" *sigh* it made me miss SouthSIDE! 
  • We made a baking soda volcano thing with an adorable three year old. 


Love Sister Gallegos

Thursday, March 10, 2016

I Love Jesus

I'm happy x 162727283883893 today!

Mainly because it's sunny, 50 degrees, and there's no snow on the
ground. Also, Jesus.

Being a missionary is so great!  It was one of those weeks where it's
SO LONG at the beginning but then looking back it's flown by! Kind've
like my mission. ANYWAYS, have I expressed to y'all yet about how much
I LOVE this ward and these people? I love them a TON. It feels like my
home away from home. This area has been such a blessing to me and has
been my "turning point". I have been so happy and full of joy.

Random side note: I've made a goal to read all the standard works
(bible, Book of Mormon, doctrine and covenants) all that good stuff.
And I just got to Numbers. But I've got to say that Genesis reminds me
of a Spanish soap opera. It's cray. That's all I wanted to say. Haha.

So: This week was long but we had some tender mercies.

- We went to "Feed My Starving Children" (it's like a food bank) and
we put labels on bags for about an hour and a half. We got to sit next
to and talk to a girl named 'D'. She was so sweet and kind. We
talked a little bit about the church but mainly we just got to know
her. And it was GREAT. Haha, it was great to actually have a
conversation with someone who didn't think we were crazy!

- A couple in our ward took us out to Olive Garden. Hah. Nuff said.

- We stopped by an eccentric member from Romania in our ward this week
and we were laughing and visiting with her. She asked how we got along
and Sister P started to joke around and said, "sis G is a lil'
bit crazy." And then the member said, "It must be the Spanish side."
We died laughing.

- We almost got a ticket. The car system wasn't matched up to our
current car, so the vehicle coordinator for the mission sent it to us.
We freaked out a little bit and then we called him and I kept saying
it wasn't the same license plate number. Things got a little heated.
Then the license plates were re-checked and it was confirmed that we
did not go through the red light. Phew. Then it got forwarded to the
Spanish elders. Hahahahaha...

During district meeting this past Wednesday we did a cool object
lesson. Our district leader laid out a few random objects on a table
and had us each pick one. I grabbed a Tide Pen. Then he told us to use
that object to teach a gospel principle.

As I was sitting there waiting for my turn, this little sentence on
the side of the pen jumped out at me: "instant stain remover"
The Spirit was really strong and sent me a simple reminder that Christ
forgives us instantly. He doesn't withhold forgiveness. If we come
unto Him with a broken heart and a contrite spirit, He promises that
He will forgive us. That's WHO He is. He is merciful and loving. "The
Savior wants to forgive."

At the beginning of my mission there was a zone conference where some
missionaries encouraged us to serve in a way in which you have no
regrets at the end of the mission. And I was like, ah snap. I already
have a ton of regrets!! I was too scared to talk to that person, and
that person over there, and the other homie over there about the

A friend emailed me a couple weeks later (no doubt inspired by the
Spirit because she didn't know I was struggling with this) and shared
with me that she had been given that same message when she was a
missionary. She bore her testimony to me that it's impossible not to
have regrets because we are all imperfect, and that's what the
Atonement is for. (Thanks Cassidy!!) That simple email and testimony
has taken greater meaning as I've continued through my mission. I have
regrets and imperfections and things I wish I could've done better
with, every day! But because of Jesus Christ my imperfect service and
small/weak offering as His missionary is made whole. If we didn't
struggle or fall short, how could we come to know, rely, and trust in
Jesus Christ?

I love being a missionary. I love Jesus Christ.

His message to "Come follow Me" is too precious not to share with
others. And I need to remind myself of that more often. Especially in
those many moments where I feel too scared to talk to someone!
Missionary work is the most important work we can do. It's about
bringing families together for eternity. It's about bringing souls
unto Jesus Christ. It's about helping our brothers and sisters return
to their Heavenly Father and receive salvation! :))
I'm grateful to be a missionary.

ALSO: I'm sick of snow.
At the beginning of the week there was a blizzard. Then yesterday was
60 degrees. ☀️😭

I hope you all have a great week. I want to challenge y'all to pray
and ask for missionary opportunities this week, and then seek after
them. Whether it's serving/talking to a family member, answering
someone's question, a FB post, making a profile, whatever!
I know that sharing the gospel fills us with peace and happiness. And
I'm going to work really hard this week to step up my game and
"level-up" to like, level 5 missionary or something. #WorkHardPlayHard

Sister Gallegos