To those who love an “early returned missionary”

I’ve spent the last 78 days redefining “full-time mission” and “returned missionary,” building up the courage to decide to not go back out, and learning to be happy about being home, and it has been the weirdest, most humbling journey. I think every returned missionary goes through some sort of grieving period after they come home. We miss the people, the food (maybe), the work, and the Spirit we felt constantly. Randomly we’ll drive past Walmart and feel out of place, because that’s something we didn’t see in our missions. Or we’ll say words with weird accents and realize that our weird accents that were normal in the field are actually weird. But it’s a little different when you come home unexpectedly. I hate putting myself into the category of “early returned missionary,” because I think that God doesn’t see me any differently than a normal returned missionary. But there are a few differences down here on Earth that have made my first 78 days home different than the standard readjustment period, and I feel like we—as members of the church—need to learn how to support and treat an “early returned missionary.” I know that I’m no expert and have literally no church calling to back me up, but I’ve lived through this and know what it’s like. It’s hard. It makes you question your testimony. It’s sad. It hurts (literally for some of us who come home for health reasons). It’s confusing. It’s a lot of crap all mixed together. That’s what it’s like, and I feel super protective of others in my situation and just want to help them out. Sooooo I’ve thought of some of the main things “early returned missionaries” struggle with ON TOP OF healing spiritually, physically, and emotionally, and now I’m sharing it with you—their loved ones.


Whether we served for two days, twenty-three months, or half a year, we served for that amount of time as FULL-TIME missionaries, and now that we are home, we are RETURNED MISSIONARIES. Alright all you “early returned missionaries,” say it with me, “I AM A RETURNED MISSIONARY.” For me this was something that I struggled with, referring to myself as a returned missionary instead of always adding the caveat that I only served for 9 months. I’ve been lucky to have such great friends and family members who haven’t put me in the “early returned” category and have just treated me like a returned missionary. Here’s my advice to help your loved one feel like they are RETURNED MISSIONARIES:

  1. Don’t dwell on the fact they only served for as long as they did. Don’t bring it up in every conversation you have with them about their mission. They served for the amount of time God needed them to serve, and then He called them home (Doctrine and Covenants 42:5).
  2. Help us to be happy about being home by being happy that we are home! I felt super guilty about being happy in my first few months home (I’ve only been home for a few months. Whoops.). But just like you’re happy that Brother Billy Bob came home after two years, be happy that we are home! And be extra happy that we can receive the help that we need back here at home.
  3. Talk to them about their missions. We love talking about our missions, just as all returned missionaries do. Ask us about the funny stories and the miracles we saw. But don’t be offended if we don’t want to answer. Sometimes we feel like our missions weren’t as good, because we came home early. Give us time to process that we are home and not still in the field.
  4. Thank them for their service. We also need to hear that people are proud of us and recognize that we served our Heavenly Father and the people we were around.
  5. Include them in your “returned missionary” activities. I have a great group of friends who are all returned missionaries, and they constantly are inviting me to hang out with them and share my mission stories. I’ll admit that sometimes I don’t feel “worthy” of hanging out with them or sharing my stories, but it honestly helps me a lot to feel like a real returned missionary. Again, don’t be offended if we turn down the offer: just keep trying. We love you for it.


Today I stumbled across this post from a girl who was worried about dating a guy who served for six months and then came home for “personal reasons,” and as I read what she wrote my blood boiled, my heart broke, and my inner-Hulk started coming out. “THAT BOY IS A RETURNED MISSIONARY,” I wanted to yell through my poor phone screen, but I didn’t, because that would be rude. I just hate thinking that people think we are any less worthy of love, blessings, or happiness, because we didn’t return home on the date printed on our missionary plaques or ministerial certificates signed by the Prophet. That is the biggest lie that Satan will tell “early” returned missionaries—and their loved ones. FREAKING SATAN. I’ve fallen into this trap so many times lol, and it’s not fun. Here’s how you can help avoid this stupid lie that makes me want to throw very large objects at the rats outside my apartment:

  1. TELL YOUR RETURNED MISSIONARY THAT YOU LOVE THEM. It’s so simple. Just send us a text or even an email saying that you love us and are proud of who we are becoming. Better yet, give us a hug and tell us you love us in person.
  2. Don’t base ANYONE’S worth on the amount of time they served a mission. Look at people for who they are. A person’s worth doesn’t come from their accomplishments. I promise you that God loves all His children, even those who didn’t serve the anticipated 2 years/18 months, and I’m sure He loves those who didn’t serve a mission at all because of health reasons or whatever the reason is. It’s soooooo common for “early returned missionaries” to feel like we will be worse spouses/parents/leaders in the church just because we came home early. There are some of us who come home for personal worthiness issues (they are the bravest souls), and they need to know more than anything that their worth is INFINITE. “Remember the worth of souls is great in the side of God” (Doctrine and Covenants 18:10). There’s no exception there. We are worth more than we know to God, regardless of our mistakes, so PLEASE don’t judge us as we heal emotionally, physically, or spiritually.
  3. Remind us that we are great. Sometimes we just need a nice compliment to help us as we struggle through the life we didn’t think we’d be living.


Now that we are unexpectedly home we need to make some decisions that seem REALLY BIG in our eyes, and the biggest decision—which for some of us, has already been made—is whether to go back out on a mission or stay home and move on. This is a very personal decision. It’s solely between us and God, really. Since coming home I have a newfound love and testimony of God’s plan for me. It’s so individual and so perfect for me. And I love how God’s plan for Lisi Hong is different from everyone else’s God-designed plans! I decided that I am going to stay home. I prayed, fasted, and studied it out for loads of time, and I feel confident that this is my next part of the plan. But like I said everyone’s different, so let us be different. Here’s my two-cents when it comes to being supportive but not too controlling in our decision making process:

  1. Realize that we are not the same. Just because John Smith from down the street is headed back out, doesn’t mean we should. What is best for us is not necessarily what someone else is doing. God knows why He needs us to stay or go back out, and honestly we don’t.
  2. Give us time and help us know that there is time. When I came home I felt like I needed to decide like right then whether to stay or to go back, but in reality I’ve got timeeeeeeee. Don’t push us to make any decisions. Let us figure things out when the time is right. Personal revelation can’t be rushed (hahahahaha I’ve learned that the hard way *insert stories about being mad at God for not receiving something RIGHT NOW.*)
  3. Support us in receiving our own revelation. God’s not gonna tell you what is right for me, you feel? We need to receive our own answers. When your loved one does receive an answer, support them in that. Don’t judge them if they decide not to go back out. It’s not a sin to follow the Spirit. If you are struggling with the decisions of your loved ones, I’d invite you to pray about it. Ask God for peace. It will come. I’ll also admit that sometimes we don’t make the best decisions, and we also can be selfish, scared young adults who don’t want to do hard things. That being said, we all have our agency, and maybe someday we’ll figure it all out. (That wasn’t comforting at all. I know. Sorry.) I do know though that God’s got your back, and He’s watching over your loved ones. Don’t be mad or distance yourself from someone if you feel they decided wrong. Even if you think we are being dumb. We probably are dumb, but we need you in our lives.

Coming home early is weird. It’s just a weird circumstance. Like only “early” returned Mormon missionaries feel like crap for seeing their family and friends after being away for long periods of time, and I don’t think God wants us to feel that way when we come home. And maybe you—the concerned loved one—will follow my advice and want to sue me afterwards, because your “early returned missionary” is still sad. BUT BEFORE YOU DO THAT, let me say that coming to terms with being home is hard for us. We deal with a lot of internal stuff that you won’t ever know about. And we’ll push you away and get mad and sit in our rooms for hours and basically turn into potatoes, BUT WE NEED YOU. WE NEED YOUR LOVE. Maybe what I say will help, but maybe not. I just hope you will love us and be here for us, your lovely, returned missionaries.


10 Days: “And I give unto them a commandment…”

“…that they shall go forth for a little season, and it shall be given by the power of the Spirit when they shall return” (Doctine and Covenants 42:5).

It is hard to explain how it feels to come home early from a mission. It makes you very sad, but you know it’s part of God’s plan. BUT YOU ARE STILL VERY SAD. It’s a mumble jumble of feelings that you never quite sort out. It’s like we threw all the feelings in my sketchy clothes drier that I had in the mission and turned it on. (In order to understand this reference, watch this:

Here is a condensed list of assorted thoughts thrown into my “poderoso el chiquitin” translated into English to facilitate the reading process:

  • Why the heck are there so many people at church today? (I asked myself only to be informed by my mom that the chapel was especially empty.)
  • Would Sriracha sauce be good on this food item?
  • Can I really drive Sarah up to Ogden without dying after not driving for nine months?
  • Was I really supposed to come home early?
  • Wow my back hurts.
  • Why couldn’t I finish like all the other returned missionaries?
  • Did I really gain that much weight?
  • YES! Brandon comes home soon.
  • I can’t believe Gilmore Girls just ended like that.
  • What will my teenaged kids think of me when they find out I only served half a mission?
  • Wow. I feel guilty for being happy.
  • NO I WILL NOT WATCH STAR WARS ON SUNDAY, but I will watch NBA basketball. (They sung the National Anthem, which is in the hymnbook. It’s fine.)
  • Did I make a mistake?
  • I am really grateful for my mission.
  • I hate pants.
  • I think I shouldn’t try to go back out.
  • Did I fail God?
  • Did I fail God?
  • Did I fail God?

My first Sunday home my bishop asked me what I learned on my mission, and I told him that the most important thing I learned was that God’s plan is better than my plan. I learned to accept HIS WILL over MY WILL, and that has made all the difference (casual Robert Frost reference). For some reason in my first full week home, my mind has had a hard time remembering that my unanticipated, early return is part of that plan. Somedays I think that God is disappointed in me, and it makes me get all stressed that I did not do enough. That I should’ve just kept saying that I was okay when I was not. That I should’ve walked more blocks and contacted more people and carried more paperback Books of Mormon all through town.

So I keep coming back to one scripture:

“Did I not speak peace to your mind concerning the matter? What greater witness can you have than from God?” (Doctrine and Covenants 6:23)

When my mission president told me that I was coming home, I felt so much peace. In the week leading up to my flight, I still felt this profound, soul-filling (and soul-fixing) peace. In fact other missionaries would say to me that I seemed unusually peaceful considering my situation, and I smiled and replied, “God has a plan.” And now when the doubts come in and I start to feel like a big-fat failure, I go back to those moments of peace. Back to Victoria, my second area, during my first bedrest when I was laying in my bed, reading Jesus the Christ. Back to past-curfew chats with the sister training leaders about how it is okay to go home early. Back to the phone call at 6:37 PM in Norma’s house. And the magical thing is that I’ve started to have new moments of peace. Sitting in the Celestial Room of the Mount Timpanogos Temple asking God if I need to stay home or try to go back on a mission. Reading my hastily shrunk, laminated, and folded version of my Patriarchal Blessing in Sacrament Meeting. Hearing that I couldn’t go back to school as a normal student until winter semester (peace comes in mysterious ways). Talking to my best friend on his P-days. Taking a nap on my deck in the sun. Singing “Lord, I Would Follow Thee” at church. Deciding that I want to be happy about coming home rather than miserable.

So here’s to following God’s plan 100% even when (especially when) it isn’t your plan. Because let’s be real, His plan is infinitely better, because He is infinitely better (Isaiah 55:8-9). He loves me so much, and I know this for sure. I know He loves me, because He sent His Son to feel exactly what I’m feeling right now. I know He’s probably looking down at me like a proud, loving Father, because He has a perfect, infinite love for all of His children (despite their supposed failures). I am grateful that He knows what I need and sends blessings every day. I am grateful to know that He is cheering me on and hoping that I return to Him someday. I love Him with all that I am. 


Week 39: “And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of him….”

“…this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of him: That he lives! For we saw him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that he is the Only Begotten of the Father—That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God” (Doctrine and Covenants 76:22-24). Well I have borne many testimonies of Him in the last nine months as a missionary, and starting on Friday I will continue testifying of Him back at home. Unfortunately my long battle against my back has come to an end, and I am heading home. That’s a sad sentence to write. I don’t really know what to say, except that my mission has been the best nine months (I hit my nine month mark on Wednesday right before I leave haha). It has been hard, but there really is no joy that compares to being a missionary. It is incredible.

I have been thinking a lot about a lot of things since I found out I was going home. On Wednesday I had a follow-up doctors appointment to see how much PT helped and what more we could do, but due to the fact that I had been in lots of pain for like two weeks, I knew when I woke up that day that I was going home. When we went to the doctor, he told me that I should keep going to PT. I called the elder here in charge of all the doctor stuff, and he said I had to call Presidente to ask for permission. And I knew at that point that I was headed home. Presidente told me that he was going to give me until June 13th (the end of the transfer), but then the next day in the afternoon we were visiting Norma (the menos activa who invited us to 2 asados) and learning how to knit, when Presidente called and told me that I was going home on Thursday the 25th. It was hard news to hear, but I felt a lot of peace. I truly feel like this is God’s will. I feel sadder than sad, but I also feel really good. I have thought a lot about all the things I have been able to do in my mission and all the changes I have seen in myself, and I really think that I have accomplished what He needed me to do.

It’s like the parable of the laborers in the vineyard in Matthew 20. Some people served the whole time and others only for a few hours, but they all received the same rewards. The householder was equally grateful for all of their service. I may not be able to serve for the full 18-months, but I was able to serve a full-time mission. I dedicated all of my short 9 months to Him. I strived every day to represent Jesus Christ. I truly feel like I have come to know Him while I have been out here in Argentina. I remember leaving on my mission feeling like I would be paying a bit of my debt to Him for all that He has done for me, but I have realized that in the last 9 months I have received more blessings than I have received in my whole life hahaha. I will never be able to repay Him, but I will always be able to serve Him. I was blessed to sing in General Conference, which accomplished one of my lifelong dreams. I had the most incredible companions-Hermana Barlow, Hermana Gallagher, Hermana Tinsley, Hermana Maidana, and Hermana Verdeja. I learned so much from them. I got to meet AMAZING people here in Argentina. The people here are just the best. Super humble and always wanting to serve. The members here are super loving and have the strongest testimonies. I can’t even list all the blessings I have received, because there have been so many. I AM SO HAPPY WITH MY MISSION. I don’t feel like a failure at all. I just feel so grateful. So so so grateful for all that my Heavenly Father and Savior have given me. I might be at the end of my mission, but I am not going to stop serving Them every day. I love this gospel so much.

Sé que Jesucristo es mi Salvador. Sé que esta es SU obra. Sé que he estado representandole cada día por estos 9 meses, y nada me hace más feliz. Sé que Dios es Nuestro Padre Celestial. Sé que tiene un plan perfecto por cada uno de nosotros. Sé que Jesucristo vive y que gracias a Él y Su sacrificio podemos estar con nuestras familias para SIEMPRE. Tengo tanta fe y esperanza en mi Salvador y Padre Celestial que sé que todo va a estar bien! CONFIEN EN ELLOS. Han sido mi “fortaleza y mi canción.” No puedo hacer nada sin ellos. No sería nadie sin Su ayuda. Les agradeceré para siempre por mi misión y por el evangelio y todas las personas maravillosas aquí en Argentina. Sé que esta es Su iglesia. Sé que Thomas S. Monson es un profeta llamado por Él. Sé que el evangelio trae paz. Amo a mi Salvador. AMO A MI SALVADOR. AMO A MI SALVADOR. 

Thank you all for your continual support, prayers, and fasting. Coming home won’t be super easy, but I am happy. I love you all and I will see you real soon!

Hermana Elisyn Kay Hong

On mosquito-bitten,
Tired, swollen knees
She humbly offers
All she is
To her Master,
Who saved her.


Week 38: “How firm a foundation, ye Saints of the Lord….”

“Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Savior, who unto the Savior, Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled?” (How Firm a Foundation) This week I have been focusing a lot on relying on Christ. The last few months have been hard for me. I feel like I haven’t been the missionary that I have wanted to be. I can’t do a lot of the things I want to do, because my back hurts jajaja. But this week I realized that I might not be the perfect missionary that I want to be, but God is helping me be the missionary (and the person) He wants me to be. So I am doing okay hahha.

This week we ate another asado with Norma Quiroga. And ooooooooooooooooooo it was so good hahahaha. Lots of good meat lol. Then we also had the surprise of our life lol. CARLOS READ TO 2 NEPHI 3 ON HIS OWN JUST BECAUSE HE WANTED TO!?!?!?! WHAT!?!?!?!? THAT IS CRAZY. We were pretty happy about that. The familia Meyer is progressing well. Every visit they are a bit closer to accepting a baptismal date, but the progress is a bit slow. They just need to go to church and really pray about everything lolol. They are really great, so we will see.


OH AND I was looking for this Argentine pastry all week hahahaha. And I found it and I ate it! It is called a palmera, and here in Argentina they have dulce de leche inside and it is so goooooooood.
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It was really nice to talk with the fam yesterday! I only have one more call left hahaha. It is weird to think I am almost halfway through my mission! I have loved being a missionary! It is awesome!

ps i attached a pic of my favorite thing in my apartment… My new dryer hahaha.


Trip to Walmart
singing with the STLs, actually, I don’t know what they are doing… It looks like caroling.
Lisi and her dryer. She says it spins the clothes so they are almost dry.

Week 37: “We are troubled on every side….”

“yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ” (2 Corinthians 4:6, 8-9). Welp my back is still being my back. Somedays it is a lot better and then other days it is the same as usual, but I am happy, because I am still here in the mission, and I still know who Christ is! I am also happy because we have been able to work ALL DAY again! Well I am still taking 30 minutes in the afternoon to lay down with my heating pad things, but other than that we are working like normal missionaries again, because we finished PT!

This week was a bit crazy. We started it out in a trio, which was fun. The Hermana Olaya is really cute, and we get along really well. We all went to the mall and ate at Subway and McDonalds like normal people. I also ate a really tasty popsicle hahahaha. It was fun. We are starting to take advantage of living in the city and we are doing fun things! Today we are going to go to Walmart and go bowling! YEET.

Our investigators are still being a bit hard. No one was able to go to church this weekend, and we even gave everyone TWO opportunities to go to church, because we had Stake Conference this week on Saturday and Sunday…. But oh well. For now we are just gaining the trust of all the people here. Like the Familia Meyer loves us now! We visited with them twice, and they are always so nice. And we are teaching Susana (I can’t remember if I talked about her already), and in her prayer on Saturday she said THANK YOU SO MUCH THAT THE MISIONARIES SURPRISED ME WITH A VISIT. I LOVE THEM A LOT. It was so cute.

We are seeing lots of little tender mercies out here. Like on Saturday we were walking to someone’s house and we ran into a less active sister whose grandson just got home from his mission, and the other one just left. And when she saw us she invited us to eat an asado with her and her family, so yesterday we ate asado hahaha. It was awesome.

Stake conference was really nice. I like what our stake president said. He said that if we keep ALL the commandments, EVERYTHING will be okay. I really liked that. Then the President of the Area here in Argentina spoke. He said that the most common way that we partake of the sacrament unworthily is when we don’t go to church and we don’t partake, because we are ignoring the importance of our Savior.

Well basically that was my week. I have started reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish again, because I finished like 10 days ago. This time around I am writing one thing that I learn about my Savior at the bottom of every page. It has been a really cool experience. I feel like I have grown a lot closer to Him, and now I know that the Book of Mormon really is ANOTHER TESTAMENT OF JESUS CHRIST.




Hermana Elisyn Kay Hong

On mosquito-bitten,
Tired, swollen knees
She humbly offers
All she is
To her Master,
Who saved her.

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Week 36: “I would that ye should come unto Christ…”

“…who is the Holy One of Israel, and partake of his salvation, and the power of his redemption. Yea, come unto him, and OFFER YOUR WHOLE SOULSas an offering unto him, and continue in fasting and praying, and endure to the end; and as the Lord liveth ye will be saved” (Omni 1:25). I’m starting a new transfer this week! WOOOOOOT. We are both staying here in Costanera yesssssssssssssssssssssss. This area is the best. This transfer I want to give my all to this work. My last two transfers have been hard with my back, but I am hoping this transfer I will be able to work like a normal missionary again :).

This week was crazy. Every week has been crazy out here in the Costanera hahaha. But what can you do?

First of all the STLs moved in with us on Monday and then moved back out on Thursday, and it was crazy!!!!!!!

messy apartment
This is what greeted us when we got home Monday night.

My district leader and his companion had to carry all the stuff up the stairs to our apartment by themselves, and then they had to take it all out on Thursday. It has been crazy.

outside apartment
This is what we got home to Thursday when we came home for lunch hahahaha.
But the good news is that the STLs don’t live with us anymore! Yay!  We love them so much, but it was definitely a bit crowded.

Bueno. We also started teaching A FAMILY this week. The dad is menos activo, and then he has a wife and 3 kids who aren’t baptized. They have potencial so we will see where that goes. We also taught a girl who is 8 years old, and she is having lots of family problems, and really really wants to find the true church. She is really cute. Her name is Luz. We also visited Liliana, a recent convert, a lot this week. She is the best! We watched a bunch of General Conference with her. Other than that we did A LOT of contacting. We are searching for new people to teach hahahaha. Hopefully this week we will be able to work like normal missionaries and see some success 🙂

Physical therapy is going well. Today I am going to go to my last session. YAY! But I think it helped to go, so we will see what happens 🙂 We had a lot of fun in therapy. My therapist’s name is Franco, and he likes to go to raves and do drugs hahaha but we are going to give him a Libro de Mormón today and it is going to change his life 🙂 All the people who go at the same time as us love us hahaha. We have a friend named Belen, and it was her birthday on Thursday, and she came in on Friday just to bring us cake hahaha she didn’t need to come to therapy or anything ahahaha.

Anyways to finish this crazy week we are in a trio. One of the hermanas is going to train, so she had to come stay with us yesterday, today, and tomorrow. It has been fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. YEET. Fiesta.

Love you all lots!

Hermana Elisyn Kay Hong

On mosquito-bitten,
Tired, swollen knees
She humbly offers
All she is
To her Master,
Who saved her.
Comp sleeps during pt
While I am doing my exercises and stuff in therapy my companion sleeps
Elder Henriquez
Elder Henriquez, who was the Elder in charge of the health of all the missionaries, goes home today, which is sad for us because he is our friend. I talked to him A LOT.
Belen and cake
Belen and her cake
Franco the physical therapist
Franco, my physical therapist



Week 35: “Do not run faster or labor more than you have strength…”

“…but be diligent unto the end” (Doctrine and Covenants 10:4). This week I have been in physical therapy everyday, which leaves little time to do the work. TBH I feel a little guilty for that, but this scripture helped me feel better. It is hard to be a missionary and have health problems hahaha. I just want to WORK AND WORK AND WORK AND WORK, but that is probably not a good idea, because #pain. IDK. I think God understands that I am doing the best that I can. I sure hope so.

This week was CRAZY. We had to go to physical therapy for 2.5 hours everyday and then we have hosted missionaries from all over the mission this week almost everyday, so it was an adventure. We had very little time to go out and work. But there were some cool tender mercies, which helped a lot.

  1. The Hermanas de Federal came and stayed the night with us! But it was a bit sad for them, because one of them had to go home early 😦 but it was really nice for me to be able to talk to them and hear about my converts and investigators out there. Lidia is amazing. She is learning how to read so that she can read the Libro de Mormon, and one day she literally RAN to church, because she had some complications in the morning, but really wanted to go to church. #CONVERSION. It makes my heart happy to know that she is doing so well and is going strong still :). One of my investigators, Paula, is also progressing really well. She has a baptismal date, has gone to church a few times, and invites all her friends to listen to the missionaries. YAY TEAM. Also we were almost going to be a trio until the end of this transfer with the Hermana from Federal who didn’t leave, but now we are not a trio hahahah.
  2. I got a package! Yay for my mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is also Mama Hong’s birthday yessssssssssssssssss. My mom is the best for reals. All the missionaries with their mom was as cool as my mom, but alas. No one can be as cool as my mom. It was also Dad’s birthday yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. I also opened my mission call exactly a year ago yessssssssssssssssss. And I have been out on my mission for 8 whole months yessssssssssssss. How crazy?!?!?!
  3. I may not have had investigators go to church for like two transfers BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT on Saturday we went and visited some inactive young women in our ward and invited them to church, and they came yesterday, so I count that as a success yesssssssssssssssssssss.

I think that is all for this week?!?!?! Maybe hahaha. We are in search of new investigators, so if anyone knows anyone who lives out here and needs the gospel let us know. And also guess what?!?! The STLs out here are officially moving in with us today hahahahhahhaah #killmenow jk it will be fine hahahahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahahah. We will seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. The STLs are super chill, so it should be okie dokie 🙂

Peace out. Love you all lots 🙂

Hermana Elisyn Kay Hong

On mosquito-bitten,
Tired, swollen knees
She humbly offers
All she is
To her Master,
Who saved her.



BYU bunnies
Easter bunnies? They love BYU
hermanas in the house
Hermanas in the house
more hermanas in the house
More Hermanas in the house
One year ago she got her mission call.
One year ago Lisi opened her call
Package from Mom
Mom’s package arrived
Tortas Fritas with Liliana
Tortas fritas with Liliana
chicken in Lilianas car
Holding lots of Chicken in Liliiana’s car