Monday, November 25, 2013

Sweet E-mail from Filipino friends to Sister Elsmore

E mail #1 from
Brother Bong and Sister Maggie,

Hi Sister Elsmore!

Musta ka po? Daya mo naman hindi ka man lang nagpaalam..Anyway, we understand you Sister. We know you might dont want the kids not to feel better watching you leaving.
But they miss you so much Sister. We just hope they can move on easily. Actually, they are now always busy making some notes for you but they always edit it and make another one again and again when we told them they should make a better one..They are also more inclined in drawing anything with your name always on the mention.. You are really their inspiration. And they always pray for your safety.

They will send you notes once they perfected it..Hmm anyway, We have here there new photos, a week after your transfer.. Sayang di mo sila nakita in their Sunday's vest..Anyways, just hopin we can see each other again.

Be safe always Sister.

Bro. Bong and Sister Maggie

E mail #2 from
Brother Bong and Sister Maggie,

Dear Sister Elsmore,

Hi Sister! Wat's up? 
Hope you are doing good out there. 
Anyway, we have been sending you our message in your mylds email but failed. We do not why.

So if you received this message please reply back.

Thanks Sister and we hope that you are always safe and away from harm as you go on with your mission.

We love you Sister. The kids miss you so much.

Bro Bong and Sister Maggie

Respond Mail to 
Brother Bong and Sister Maggie,

I was checking the my daughter sister Elsmore's e-mail today and noticed that you are trying to reach her.  Please try her mission e mail address and hope it will work.

Thank you for your friendship!

Sister Yoriko Elsmore
Sister Mandy Elsmore's mom

Respond Mail From
Brother Bong and Sister Maggie,

Sister Yoriko,

Thank you so much for giving attention to our letters to Sister Mandy Elsmore. This simple gesture of yours reflects to the manner on how you have successfully raised up your daughter Sister Mandy in this world. It is of no wonder why Sister Mandy grew up sweet, caring and loving, because it is evident in you-she must have inherited it from you. 

As we chanced upon to have this exchanges with you, we would like to grab this opportunity to inform you that we are so grateful for your daughter's way of taking care of our family. She's indeed, a true missionary of the Lord. She had shown us in many wayson  how it is to become an active members of the Church. You had not been wronged in sending her in mission for we're pretty much sure she would touch more lives in the mission.

Thanks to you and Best regards to your family too!

Bro. Bong and Sister Maggie

Another E mail from Brother Bong ,

Sister Yoriko,

I would like to apologize for replying your message late. I'm kinda busy the past week because of the tremendous workloads I had with my work as a policeman and in my school.

I also had visited the blogsite of Sister Mandy right after I learned it from you and it was so great. I found inspiration on all that she has written there especially her mentioning of the baptism of my kids (andrei and geri). I and my wife with our kids are always visiting her blogs because they wanted to see Sister Mandy I just told them that they can do so only after her mission. 

As a father, I am so happy to see that my family is so active in the church and it is because of Sister Mandy. My kids love her so much and they miss her too.

They are relieved for the thought of they would see each other soon.

Thanks to you Sister Yoriko for your updates about her, at least I can share the story with my kids and they love to hear it. Their unending accounts of their memories with Sister Mandy is so intense which sometimes lasted even until they sleep..

Bye for now Sister.


Adventures of Sister Elsmore 61

Mandy Elsmore <>


So tired... ZzZZzzz (-_-).... But in good spirits. ^_^ Sometimes like that on the mission. Get so mentally, spiritually, and physically drained. But at the same time it feels so good to work and serve the Lord, the people of the Philippines, my companion, and the other sister missionaries. 

Had a zone activity today which started late and went over time (as most zone activities tend to be. HA HA HA) But they are always so fun. We separated into teams and made banners, chants, played shirades (how do you spell this word? O.o), and some balloon team game things which I have no idea what the names of them are. Sorry... Find those out from the ZL (zone leaders) tomorrow. 

Investigators are still doing good. Looks like they will be baptized in December and the beginning of January. YAY! 

Have not meet any of the Missionaries from Tacloban yet, but on Wednesday at our Zone Conference, we will probably meet a few. ^_^ Let ya'll know how that goes. 

I can't send photos of where I live right now for what our apartment looks like. Sorry. Its for our protection and protection of the mission. Be rest assured though, we are safe and our house is AWESOME! probably the best house that I've lived in here in the Philippines. ^_- Its 3 stories high, pretty new, and has a awesome view (which I think I sent a picture of a while ago. Check the blog. ^_^)

B-Lated Halloween...
Carved a watermelon with a ghost Tao po-ing (people here generally do not have door bells, so they yell Tao po which pretty much means People Here! respectfully though.) a persons house and the person is in shock. ^_^ My companion and other Filipinos are SO Excited! HA HA HA! Their first Jack o lantern. ^_^

Scripture thought:
2 Nephi 9:10 & 45
I really like the imagery and language used in this chapter. Is it not great that God has already prepared a way for us to fight off the Demons in our lives. Satan can NEVER win. No matter how hard he tries. We might feel darkness in our lives. We may struggle. We may even fall under his power, but as we cry unto the Lord in our struggles to shake off the chains of hell, somehow, we can always come out Be freed from our afflictions and recieve peace again. Becoming stronger than we were before. ^_^ The Lord will always be there for our salvation. It may not be right away, to our standards. We might be cut down a bit. But we become better than we were before because of it, if we follow what is prepared for us. 

Life is great for its ups and downs. Forever Thankful. ^_^

Hope Everyone has a Great Thanksgiving this week. I'll try to introduce my companion to this Holiday. ^_-

Love Ya'll! Praying For Ya'll! Grateful for your love and support from each of you. 
Sister Elsmore

Monday, November 18, 2013

Typhoon Haiyan, fear gave way to faith in a dramatic story of survival

Surviving the typhoon: 

Fear, faith and miracles 

for 10 LDS sister missionaries 

trapped in the Philippines

Updated: 1 hour ago

It was such a
 terrible thing we
 witnessed,but I
 learned so much 
about how people 
will come together 
to help others, 
expecting nothing 
in return. I saw that
 from other 
missionaries, and I 
saw that from 
the Philippine people. 
It's a lesson I hope
 I never forget.”

Amanda Smith, LDS missionary

EDITOR'S NOTE: Deseret News journalist Jesse Hyde and photojournalist Ravell Call are in the Philippines and will file dispatches throughout the week about the recovery efforts underway following Typhoon Haiyan.
MANILA, Philippines — The water was rising fast.
In the darkness of early morning, Amanda Smith moved away from the window to shield her face from the slashing rain. She had shut it just moments before to ward off the raging storm whipping through the palm trees outside.
But now the wind had ripped it open, and the wooden shutters were slamming violently against the wall again and again. Sister Smith, an LDS missionary from Elk Ridge, Utah, couldn’t see anything outside, but she could smell the sea, which seemed to be getting closer and closer. They had to get out of here.
She had heard about the storm three days before, from a driver of a pedicab. It was typhoon season, and tropical storms were common in the Philippines. Still, the last storm warning had produced nothing but blue skies. Some of the missionaries wondered if this time would be any different.
There were nine missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints with her in the house, a two-story structure made of cement blocks. They were young women from Utah and Alaska and the Philippines, all about her own age, 19. They had done what they could to prepare, hastily assembling 72-hour kits, and had even bought candles and rope, just like their mission president had asked, even though no one in the house thought either would be necessary.
Now, as water roared down the streets toward them, Sister Smith realized no preparations were too small. The worst storm in generations had just hit landfall.
Bracing for the worst
More than 300 miles to the north, in an apartment in the capital of Manila, Elder Ian S. Ardern sat watching CNN. A former mission president with salt and pepper hair and an easy smile, he couldn’t help but feel a looming sense of dread about what was unfolding. On the screen, the typhoon churned, a monster on a path no one could stop. Winds would eventually reach 200 miles per hour.
As first counselor in the Philippine Area Presidency, Elder Ardern worried directly about the 675,000 LDS Church members living in the Philippines, particularly the thousands living in the eye of the storm in and around a city of 235,000 called Tacloban, as well as the entire population.
A native of New Zealand, he had seen his fair share of typhoons, and knew firsthand their destructive power. He hoped the members, and the young missionaries, had heeded the call to prepare.
Days before the storm hit, his office had been sending out warnings to the 21 mission presidents in the Philippines, with maps regularly updating and charting the course of the typhoon. Prepare emergency kits, they had advised. And get to a safe place, which for many members meant a chapel.
The area presidency had asked each of the mission presidents to call in when the storm subsided to report damages and the status of their missionaries. Elder Ardern watched the news as the sun began to rise over the Philippines and waited for the first phone call to come in. He braced for the worst.
Rising panic
Sister Smith had always wanted to be a missionary, ever since she was a little girl growing up in Minnesota, toting her scriptures to Primary, learning to play hymns like “I am a Child of God” on the piano. She’d put in her mission papers as soon as she turned 19.
She had been excited to go to the Philippines. But in some ways, she seemed too delicate for this place, with her long, willowy build and fine porcelain skin. The Philippines wasn’t exactly clean, and some things had taken getting used to — rice for every meal, the choking smell of exhaust on the clogged streets, cold showers from a bucket. But she had also fallen in love with the place — the sweet smell of mangos, the effervescence of the people, the way the language of Waray-Waray had started to roll off the tongue.
One day she sat down on a stool to teach a lesson in a dirt-floor shack and out of nowhere three fuzzy chicks materialized and walked around her legs, the way birds landed on Cinderella’s shoulder, and she thought: What is this magical place?
She had been out five months, her latest area called San Jose, where some of Tacloban’s richest and poorest residents live, some in nice apartments, others in shacks of bamboo and cardboard, a tarp stained by the smoke of cooking fires the only thing passing for a roof, roosters and stray dogs running at their feet.
San Jose sits right on the sea, and so a few days before the storm, just to be safe, the mission president’s assistants (two young men, elders who help the president) asked her and her companion to come farther inland, which is where she was now, with nine other sister missionaries, in a house quickly filling with a black, mucky water.
As the storm worsened, she could feel the house shaking, metal poles outside snapping, animals howling and squealing.
At first, the sisters had all gathered in one central room on the second floor, thinking it the safest place in the house. But the water was now rising to their knees. Metal bars covered every window, preventing an escape outside. With no other choice they would have to go to the first floor, where the water nearly reached the ceiling, and try to open the front door to get out.
They knew the current could pull them out into the ocean, but if they stayed where they were now, they would drown in what had essentially become a box of cement walls.
One by one the sisters slipped into the freezing water on the first floor. A few couldn’t swim; they held tight to their companions. Some of the women started to cry.
Sister Smith was scared too, but she was determined not to let it show. She wanted to stay calm for the others.
The front door was locked with a metal latch on the bottom and the top. One of the sisters dived under the water and unlocked the bottom latch; another reached the top and did the same. But when they tried to open the door it wouldn’t budge. The water pressing from the outside and inside had sealed it shut.
What had been ebbing as a low level panic reached hysteria for some of the sisters, who began weeping and sobbing. Sister Smith could feel the panic rising in her chest too, but she had to stay calm. With a few of the other sisters who had become leaders of the group, she started to sing hymns, their voices muted by the stinky water rising to their chins. They quoted scripture. They prayed. Sister Smith put on a brave face, not daring to say aloud what she was thinking:
“I never thought this is where my life would end.”
Finding survivors
As the storm subsided, the phone in Elder Ardern’s office started to ring. One by one, the presidents of the 21 missions in the Philippines called in, reporting that all their missionaries were safe and accounted for. Except for one. The president from the Tacloban mission never called.
As Elder Ardern waited, the phone rang. Parents from Idaho and Texas called in, frantic for news of their children. The wives of the area presidency took most of the calls, assuring parents that as soon as they had word they’d let them know the status of their missionary children.
More than 24 hours passed and the area presidency still hadn’t heard any word on the status of the 204 Tacloban missionaries. Elder Ardern was pacing when an email finally came in from the mission president. The 38 missionaries in the city of Tacloban were safe. He had negotiated with local government officials to send an email on the only functioning Internet portal in town. As soon as he found the rest of his missionaries he’d be in touch, he promised.
Cell service was still impossible, and would be for days, if not weeks. Elder Ardern was relieved, but also worried about the rest of the mission.
The area presidency dispatched every church employee in Cebu and Manila — security and building maintenance and church welfare and others — to go to Tacloban to search for members. They would travel the six hours from Cebu to Tacloban to count survivors, return to Cebu to find a working phone or Internet connection to make a report to church headquarters in Manila, and then head back out in to the wreckage to find more survivors and help.
In one Mormon congregation alone, 95 percent of the members saw their homes destroyed. Scores had lost family members, many carried out to sea with the current, never to return.
Praying for a miracle
The sister missionaries worked together. Sister Schaap punched a hole through an opening in a flimsy wall, and the group of 10 swam through the murky water that would soon carry their journals and clothes and pots and pans out to sea. Those who couldn’t swim clung tightly to their companions.
The sisters used the rope to reach a nearby roof. Sister Smith stood on the rain gutter, the other nine sister missionaries shivering beside her, the rain still coming down in sheets. Hours had passed since the beginning of the storm, and yet the sky above Tacloban was still gray, shrouded by fog.
Sister Smith said thoughts of dying left her mind. But some of the sisters appeared pale and their bodies were shaking. The water was still rising and they feared it would engulf them.
One of the sisters suggested they pray. They huddled closely together, bowed their heads, and with the rain dripping down their chins, asked God to make the water stop. And then, in what Sister Smith could only describe as the greatest miracle of her life, the sea stopped rising.
By the time Elder Ardern arrived in Tacloban four days after the storm, the water had receded, leaving a putrid scene of destruction in its wake. Bloated bodies lay exposed on the sides of the road, some covered by a blanket, or rusty corrugated roofing, others by a moldy piece of cardboard. The stench was sickening.
At one point, the city had tried to conduct a mass burial for 200, but had turned its trucks around when they heard gunfire.
The city had descended into chaos and lawlessness. Survivors of the typhoon had broken into stores that hadn’t been flattened to steal televisions and toys, food, even light fixtures, despite the fact that there was no electricity.
Hours after the storm, the president’s two assistants had made the walk from the mission home to the house where the sisters had been staying. The house was destroyed but they had to kick through the door to get inside. When they found no one, they feared the worse, a sense that only heightened when a neighbor told them they’d seen four sisters leaving for a nearby elementary school.
“There were supposed to be 10,” one of the elders said.
They found all 10 at a nearby elementary school, and soon learned the story of the escape from the house and the hours spent on the roof, praying for someone to find them.
With the sisters now accounted for, the assistants and other missionaries assigned to the mission office fanned out through the city, trying to find the rest of their mission force. A dense cloud cover prevented even satellite phones from working, meaning the missionaries had no way to communicate with missionaries serving in outlying areas.
But these missionaries, they said guided by the spirit and survival instincts, made their way to the mission home. Some walked for four hours. Others hitched a ride on a motorcycle, relying on the kindness of strangers unsure how to feed their own children. One group of missionaries cobbled together more than a thousand dollars and made their way to Tacloban by boat. All 204 missionaries were now accounted for.
The two assistants to the president, one from Dallas and the other from Fiji, stayed with the 10 sisters and others at the mission home, supporting each other, especially at night when gunshots rang out.
With their own food running low, the assistants, under the direction of their mission president, decided they had to make their way to the airport. So before dawn, four days after the storm but again in pouring rain, they headed out with their flashlights pointing the way through the darkness.
“It was the hardest thing,” said one of the assistants. “People had gotten so hungry they had begun to attack each other. The worst part was the smell, the stench of death.”
Some sisters, their feet blistered, could barely walk. The looting had become more severe, and the missionaries had heard rumors that prisoners at the jail, which had lost its electricity and its guards, had simply walked out. The assistants stood at the front and back of the long line of missionaries — dozens and dozens — as they made the long march to the airport.
As they walked, Elder Ardern tried to arrange a flight out. He had booked flights in Manila, but thousands of other survivors had mobbed the Tacloban airport. The ticket agent told him if he wanted a flight out, he’d have to pay more to get his 204 missionaries to safety.
As Elder Ardern tried other options, the missionaries milled about what was left of the airport terminal, its walls blasted out by the gale force winds of the storm. And then, a final miracle.
An Army sergeant with a C-130 airplane, assigned by the U.S. government to fly Americans out of the disaster area, said he had a feeling he should walk through the terminal one more time. As he did, he saw out of the corner of his eye what looked like the nametag of a Mormon missionary. The sergeant, a Mormon himself, asked if the missionary was American. When he said he was, the sergeant told him he could arrange flights out for all the Americans and foreigners in his C-130.
Before the day had ended, many of the missionaries Elder Ardern had come for were flying out of Tacloban. By week’s end, all of the missionaries in the area would be evacuated to Manila, where they would await a new assignment in other missions in the Philippines.
The Road Ahead
It’s a Saturday afternoon in Manila, a week after the storm, the air hot and sticky. Sister Amanda Smith and the nine other survivors are sitting on a bench on the well-manicured grounds of the Philippine Missionary Training Center, talking to a television crew from New York. Their story of survival and resistance will inspire millions, they are told.
Still, it is hard for most of them to talk about their experience, and the things they saw. They said night terrors awake them. And so, just as they did during the storm, they sing hymns and say quiet prayers, hoping for peace, and an ability to leave behind the terror of what they witnessed.
And yet, there is a part of them that wishes they could go back, to help those members and non-members alike, who are still stuck. They are comforted to know that the church has never stopped searching for those that are lost, and that in the coming weeks church officials, from Salt Lake and throughout the Philippines, will continue to push food and medical supplies, blankets and tents, into the areas most affected by the typhoon, to provide relief to Filipinos, whether they are Mormons or not, part of a rescue operation that includes dozens of non-governmental organziations (NGO's), faith groups and governments from around the world.
When the interview with the TV crew is over, Sister Smith and the other sisters hurry to a parking lot, where the missionaries evacuated from Tacloban are boarding vans that will take them to their new area. They hug and cry, bonded by a tragedy they never saw coming, but one they were surprisingly prepared for.
For many, their missions are just beginning.
“It was such a terrible thing we witnessed,” Sister Smith said. “But I learned so much about how people will come together to help others, expecting nothing in return. I saw that from other missionaries, and I saw that from the Philippine people. It’s a lesson I hope I never forget.”

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    Adventures of Sister Elsmore 60

    Mandy Elsmore <>


    This week has been another adventurous week in the mission. ^_^ When is it not? ^_-

    Tacloban Missionaries
    This week we found out from members and The mission president how bad the storm was down in Tacloban. We all felt bad because we just had fun here in the Quezon City mission and had no idea what had happened in the Philippines. O.o The missionaries from Tacloban were flown here in a C1-13 government plane and have been staying at the MTC here in Manilla. Sister Abonitalla and I meet a few when we had our Missionary Cordination meeting on Thursday. Some were from her District in the MTC. ^_^ They all have a mix of emotions, which is to be expected, but thankful hearts in the miracle that they were all saved. They had nothing. They lost Everything. So, we all gave them extra clothes and gathered up all the extra mattresses in our apartments. We have 16 new missionaries in our mission from the Tacloban mission. They arrived in their new areas earlier today. :) I'm looking forward to meeting them and welcoming them to the Quezon City mission. 

    Surprise Area 70
    After the meeting at the Missionary Leadership Coordination Meeting, Sister Abonitalla and I, along with a few other missionaries were waiting outside of the MTC to get a Taxi to get back to our areas. (There are no jeepnees in that area, keep the Temple area clean and peaceful. ^_^) This HUGE white van pulls up and we see Elder Angeles in the front seat of the car. We stare at him, wondering, Why is he in the van? Where is his companion. Then the sliding door bursts open and President Ardern, 1st councelor of the Area 70 here in the Philippines is there and says. "Hello!" in his New Zealand Accent. HA HA HA! He saw the Elders coming from President Revillo's house and decided to give them all a ride (6 of them) to the MTC. He had just come from Tacloban a few hours before, visiting people and overseeing the efforts of distributing goods to those in need over there. The Elders said being in his presence, there was a stronger spirit to him than usual. Probably because of what he just experienced a few hours before. 

    Side thought... Isn't it interesting and wonderful that even though you were not there for a event that invited the spirit, you can just enter a room and feel a stronger spirit there depending on what happened a few minutes before. ^_^

    Gospel brings Peace
    This week, have been teaching a lot about how the gospel brings peace into people lives and prepares them for the future. No matter how great the storms or the hardship, the gospel brings peace of mind to those that live its principles. Spiritually, Mentally, and Physically. ^_^

    For those of you that have asked...
    Yes, we have a 72 hour kit. Before the mission provided it, but now we are responsible to provided and keep our own 72 hour kits. I have one. Don't worry. Its been one of the things I've enjoyed having since being a little kid. ^_- Thanks Mom and Dad! 

    Something that we have been trying to do to help people enjoy the gospel is help recent converts, investigators, and less actives, experience and learn how to have Family Home Evening. So many people that I've meet say they want to be closer to their families, they just don't know how. Somehow, they have all become distant from each other. They hardly talk, they don't eat meals together, in general, they don't know each other anymore. O.o
    So what do we do?
    We help them create a environment where the spirit can dwell in which they can learn, grow, and be uplifted by it and from each other. There is nothing like the Holy Ghost that can bring hearts closer to one another. ^_- Also, learn to have fun with each other again. Even if its through simple, silly games or activities. 

    This week at the Pendon family, had a lesson on Gratitude, they all had a race to see who could write the most things in 1 minute that they were grateful for. Sister Abonitalla won. ^_^ Then I taught them how to roast marshmallows. Little 8 year old Vanessa Heart said that it tastes like ice-cream. >_< SO CUTE!!! 
    There was a greater spirit of Gratitude that night and love for each other. FHE is great. ^_^

    Mission and the Book of Mormon
    The mission has started a Book of Mormon reading. Every night, at 10pm, everyone stops whatever they are doing and reads the BOM for 15 minutes. We will do this until February when we all finish together. Fun way to unite the missionaries and the mission. ^_^

    Anyway, Praying for ya'll and those in Tacloban! Love ya'll! 
    Sister Elsmore

    Wednesday, November 13, 2013

    Adventures of Sister Elsmore 59

    Mandy Elsmore <>


    Sorry about last week everyone. Had some people write me that I felt I needed to write back in person. Then, not paying attention to the time, I realized I had no more time left to write my weekly letter to EVERYONE. PALPAK (FAIL)!!! >~< Anyway, I'll try to do better today. :)

    1st things 1st. 
    We are safe. It was not that heavy of rain here. The wind was pretty strong, but it was not too bad. We came home early on Friday because we received a text from the APs (assistants to president) that we needed to come home early because of the storm. (We don't ever know anything until the day of or a week later.) So we came home, and Sister Abonitalla and Sister Sabaupan taught me how to roast fish, and I taught them about roasting marshmallows. ^_^ Sister Abonitalla had a hard time sleeping that night because the wind was really strong and banging the windows, but for those of you that know me, I slept like a rock. HA HA HA! I can now say that I've slept through a earthquake and a typhoon in my life. ^_-

    On a serious note, we are all very sad to hear the news about Tacloban. Praying for them and hope many people will receive comfort and peace from the effects of the storm. 

    MariCris and Raffy:
    They are making HUGE progress! ^_^ They are overcoming word of wisdom addictions and Raffy after two weeks stopped smoking. Says that every time he thinks about smoking or sees a cigarette, its like his body rejects it. He feels sick. I'm always so amazed at the physical and spirituals changes the gospel brings into peoples lives for the better. :) 

    They are also saving in order to get married and pay for all the paper work and getting birth certificates. For those of you who have offered to pay money. Thank you, but no thanks. They need to learn how to save and work for this commandment. They are learning skills of saving a self-control that will help them with so many other things in life. Also they are learning to act on their faith and trust the Lord. THEY ARE DOING SO WELL!!! ^_^

    JohnJohn Tandoy:
    9 years old, looks like a little korean rock start. The cool quiet type. ^_-
    He wants to be baptized SO BAD, but his parents are less active. They have a testimony, they just have some things in their lives they need to apply the atonement to. :) We cooked dinner JohnJohn's birthday to gain their trust and serve them. ^_^ Cant go wrong with Food and the Gospel! Best combination! They came to church on Sunday for the first time in MONTHS!!! ^_^

    Applying Faith
    Went to this returning less active family's house to teach one of their children getting ready for baptism. Found Raquel (8 years old) and Rojie Mae (16) outside arguing. Rojie Mae thought Raquel stole her phone, but Raquel had not. We went back to the House and talked with her. She usually avoids us, but this time was pretty open with us. 
    I asked her," What have you done to look for your phone?"
    Rojie Mae, "I looked all over here and here, but nothing."
    Me, "Have you prayed yet?"
    Rojie Mae, "...No..."
    Then I shared how in the past, I've lost a lot of things (as you all well know) and whenever I had no idea what to do, then I prayed. Then the Lord helped me in finding the thing that I could not find. Because God knows all and he wants to help us in our trials. Sometimes it was not right away I'd find the thing I was searching for, but if we act in faith, all things are possible. ^_^ 

    So... We all had a kneeling prayer to find the phone. Then searched, texted, called it. Nope did not find it. But she said that after the prayer she felt everything would be alright. ^_^ She also felt like we really wanted to help her, she wants to gain the courage again to come back to church. ^_^ The lord works in mysterious ways in helping us in the work. Grateful for all my experiences of accident prone and forgetfulness for this moment. ^_^

    Oh... She found the phone the next day. It was upstairs. ^_^

    Anyway, pray and try your best in whatever you feel is right and the Lord will help you in all things. ^_^

    Love Ya'll! Praying for Ya'll!

    Sister Elsmore ^_^