This week in pictures!



This week has been amazing. It’s one of those weeks where numbers don’t show the efforts, but you know you worked and helped people. We are getting ready for the state-wide day of service this Saturday! AND Tabitha is going to be baptized this Friday! On the 26th! I wish you could be here for one of these baptisms. It’s so special to see someone you have loved and helped come to the knowledge of the gospel and humbly accept baptism. She is ready! It’s time πŸ™‚ Then, hopefully, her daughter will be baptized next month, when she turns 8! πŸ™‚ Much to look forward to.


I finally learned how to plan a baptism on my mission: It’s hard to get a lot of members out to the baptism of converts if they don’t know them, but we finally realized the secret: If we delegate each of the things in the program to members, they will HAVE to be there, and probably with their families πŸ™‚ we are not doing anything in the program, no musical numbers, nothing, but asking members to do it all. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize, but it’s going to be amazing!




Our Bishop came with us last week to a lesson with David to give him a blessing to help him resist the temptation for cigarettes! We didn’t tell David we were going to bring the Bishop, we just told him we were going to bring someone to give him a blessing. He has a lot of pre-conceived ideas about how our church is run, based on other churches, and won’t really let us explain that we have a lay ministry, or that everyone is equal, no matter their calling, so we decided the best way to explain would just be to have him meet out Bishop. He’s met a lot of preachers and ministers who were greedy, or who he thought were not what they professed to be (there are a lot of those out here….. I’ve heard so many stories about corrupt churches, and it seems like almost every church out here is corrupt…), so he is a little wary of our church, especially since we claim to be the only church with the authority from God to perform the ordinances of salvation. When we introduced him to Bishop, he squinted his eyes and looked at him, trying to decide what kind of man he was, but didn’t say anything. As the lesson went on, he warmed up to the bishop, and they made good friends. The blessing was amazing, and I think it opened up his heart and spirit that night. He even shed a few tears, which I have NEVER seen him do before, even when talking about the death of his wife. What a tender mercy! THEN David tried to come to our church on Sunday, but was hit by someone while riding his motorcycle on the way. He’s mostly fine, but got a HUGE blood-blister on his ankle, the size of a tennis ball. David doesn’t believe in going to doctors because ‘they don’t know anything’, so he is taking care of it himself. I am just praying that it doesn’t get infected with gangrene or something! It could seriously kill him. It WOULD. It seems to be healing alright though I think…. He’s doing some weird stuff to it. Anyway, he jokingly said he took that as a sign that God was telling him he wasn’t supposed to go to our church. We told him NO it’s SATAN trying to keep him from going! He laughed, but I think he will try to come again when it heals. He won’t accept a ride from anyone ever (too proud…), so we have to wait until he can drive again. He really is a good man, even though he’s tricky sometimes. Did I tell you he gave me his old fiddle? Even since having a stroke, he lost much of the dexterity in his left hand, and can’t play the fiddle anymore. I was very grateful to receive it. He was happy to give it to me, and said he hopes that Sister Anderson and I will get to play together someday (she served in this ward before I got here, and he gave her his old mandolin). The case was dirty, and the latches are badly rusted, but still open. I cleaned off the outside of the case, and put some special wood-oil on the violin to see what I could do to quench its dry surface.Β It needs a new bow, but even still, I love this gift because it came from David, and he gave it from his heart.Β  With a new bow, and if it was re-strung (there was a brand new package of strings, ready to be put on the violin) it wouldn’t be a bad starter-violin. There is rosin for the bow already.Β  I kind of would like to pick it up again when I get home.


This week is going to be SO BUSY!!! Maybe the busiest week of my mission: planning the baptism, the Day of Service, teaching our investigators, it doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is! Heavenly Father always makes it possible! ALSO we might be moving sometime soon. The mission is going to try to find us a smaller place to live, since there are just the two of us, and it’s a lot of money to rent that town-home. Unfortunately there is nowhere to live in our area. The other day we were driving from one place to another to tract, and we passed a brand-new apartment complex. We couldn’t believe it! Sister Rollins stopped the car and we drove back to see what the place was called so we could get the info to the mission office. When we drove back, we saw a big banner saying it was ready to lease! Then under that banner, another big banner said ACTIVE 55+, so that was a no-go. Other than that, there are no apartment complexes in our area. This is kind of a problem…. I don’t know where they are going to put us…! Eeshk.


I love you! Bye!

Love, Sister Hollberg


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Can’t resist more sky pictures. It kills me every day when I look up! ALSO the leaves are changing already!!!!









And Sister Rollins and I found “Banana Grams” and have decided it is the best game ever, when played right πŸ™‚ actually, it’s fun anyway you play it, but we decided to play only using gospel words.


This is what the day of service is going to look like.


Also, we were tracting, and we came to a house that had this beautiful stream with waterfalls that lead to a huge koi pond, and I took these pictures, and thought of you Mom. πŸ™‚ I wish you could be have been there to see it with me!

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A goat that lives in this trailer at the home of one of our neighbors. Sister Rollins went and peeked in to see it. Then, I took a picture, by stretching my arms all the way up and hoping the camera could see the goat. Also, horses. Everywhere.



Last one, those skies again.






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