Anden Uge

Oh, man, there’s so much to say and so little time. Let’s see how long I can make this and how much I can type before the keys start smoking.

Okay, first, I had some inspiring thoughts the other day, and I anticipated that it would take too long to type up, so I just took some pictures of my journal page:

“I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but by it, I can see Everything.”

This quote got me thinking about what a perfect comparison the sun is to the Savior, especially here in Denmark where it’s cloudy 24/7. Man, I think I could go on for hours on this analogy. First, I think I told you my sunrise & sunset analogy in my last journal, but in the same way, it comes up in the morning here but you can’t see it because of the clouds. You believe it’s there even though you can’t see it. You know it’ll be suny again someday.

I love the sun because it brings me happiness, light, & warmth. It can turn any bad day good again, or make a god day even better! When it leaves, you miss it. I feel beautiful in its presence. I want to take a part of it & stick it inside me.

Aw, man, I love sunshine more than life itself. The sunshine yesterday morning was a tender mercy, like Brother Eggett, the choir director said, “God gave me a gift & signed it ‘To Lucy, love Heavenly Father’.  I get so much energy from sitting & soaking it up.

“You, sitting in the sun right now, everything just looks perfect.”

Jeg kan ikki vente for sommer. Solskin altid.

”That which is of God is light; & he that receiveth light & continueth in god, receiveth more light, & that light groweth brighter & brighter until the perfect day.” – D&C 50:24

I’m hoping, as a missionary of the Lord, that I can be a window to help bring the warmth & love that I feel from the love of Christ to others who don’t have it & in doing so, I can be warmed & lightened as well. See D&C 88:7-13

One of my favorite talks was given by President Uchtdor titled “The Hope of God’s Light.” There’s a section, the very last in fact, that says, “I testify that with Christ, darkness cannot succeed. Darkness will not gain victory over the light of Christ. I bear witness that darkness cannot stand before the brilliant light of the Son of the living God!… Brothers & Sisters, even after the darkest night, the Savior of the world will lead you to a gradual, sweet, & bright dawn that will assuredly rise within you.”

Light: Glorious, Bright, Radiant, Soft, Warm, Healing, Illuminating, Important, Hopeful, Promising, Beautiful, Wonderful, Penetrating, Safe, Uplifting, Delightful, Joyful, Happy, Loving, Pure, True, Powerful, Strong, Sweet, Good, Shining

(Mom typed this up instead of posting the photos of my journal to make it easier for you to read.)

This week has been 10x better than last. I changed my attitude around without even really trying. It’s helped submitting myself to my Heavenly Father a lot and realizing why I’m here. I see someone on the street and think, “There’s a child of God that needs to see Him again.” Denmark is small, but there are lots of people that still need to hear the gospel. A nice difference is that even though they aren’t interested, they still wish us luck. Danes are so nice!

I’ve realized that missionary work is easy, it’s the people that are hard. Some people are so stubborn. All you can do is bear your witness that what you’re saying is true and pray with all your heart that God steps in and changes their heart. We have an investigator, Britt, that is SO CLOSE to committing to baptism, but she’s stubborn and won’t YET. Holbæk (city) had 4 baptisms on Saturday and Britt came, and I’m praying so hard that it touched her and she saw something that draws her in.

Biking is still rough. It’s not the sole focus of my life anymore. I’m a lot better than I was. God has a pretty strange sense of humor. Yesterday, we woke up and it was beautiful and sunny! But God was like “Nah, you’re not getting off the hook that easily,” so it was windy too, but ONLY when I was trying to bike uphill. I swear every day He’s like “Level up: wind AND snow on the day you wear glasses.” What a punk. (I hope He’ll forgive me for calling Him a punk, but He is.)

Last week for district møde, Søs Noorda and I made a pie (using mom’s pie crust recipe) for the elders because we’re nice. Ældste Hawkes hadn’t had a pie in a year and a half. So they were nice and gave us a lift to the church. We seriously have the best elders ever. It’s also nice being the only sisters in the district because elders are awesome and… make you make pies for them? We have Ældste Hawkes as our district leader, Ældste Parry is his comp and they’re in Holbæk, and then there’s Ældste Howland and Ældste Lester in Tåstrup.

Danish isn’t my main focus, but there are times when it overwhelms me. Those times are mainly at church. My head hurts so much after church just from trying to figure out what all the meetings are about. Everyone tells me that “it’ll come”. -_- ya ya. I know, but WHEN? I got up and bore my testimony in sacrament meeting yesterday and I’m pretty sure there were an insane amount of grammar mistakes, but so many people came up afterward and told me that they loved my testimony and they thought it was beautiful. What a very nice thing to say.

Last night we had a dinner appt with a less active and a man that we’ve been doing service for – Michael, who’s not a member. It was traditional Danish food and IT WAS MADE FROM HEAVEN! Man, good stuff! Anyway, afterwards we showed them the “He is the Gift” and “Because of Him” videos and all four of us missionaries (us & Tåstrup) bore our testimonies on Christ. The spirit was so thick you could cut it, and all four of us were pretty teary. It was incredible! I’m not sure if anyone else was as touched, but we can only hope.

Hmm… what else. I think I stole a bible from the MTC classroom because I got here and I had 2, one was mine and one wasn’t… Kære lærer… unskyld.

Last night we were riding home and the stars were INCREDIBLE! You never see this many stars in Salt Lake because there’s so much light pollution, but holy cow! God is truly amazing! It also was comforting to think that around the world, the people I love will see those very same stars. I found Orions belt and the Big Dipper! Someone find them for me in Utah and tell me!

Saturday we had a ward Fastelavn fest! Fastelavn is the Danish Halloween! It was so cute.

Anyway, I love you all! I hope this week is as good as the last! (If we get more dinner appts like the last, I’m sure it will be.)  😉

Jeg elsker dig! Vi ses,

Søs Ferguson


At church - Taken and emailed to Mom by Bror Stokholm, a member.

At church – Taken and emailed to Mom by Bror Stokholm, a member.

My own personal Stripling Warrior helping me along

My own personal Stripling Warrior helping me along

Bundled up for the cold

Bundled up for the cold

Roskilde Fjord

Roskilde Fjord

Um, nowhere else on earth can you get a pastry as delicious as the one I had today!

Um, nowhere else on earth can you get a pastry as delicious as the one I had today!


Velkommen til Danmark!

The longest week of my life deserves the longest blog post! Yaaay! So woo! Denmark! The dream is here and it’s not anything like I expected. It’s so hard. I think my biggest trial (next to not understanding anyone – Ældste G: “Welcome to Denmark! You now know nothing!”) has been biking. I didn’t work out at all before I came, and even at the MTC I would only run as far as I thought I could (Like 3 laps lol. Ya I’m a wimp.), so when Søster Noorda and I bike everywhere, I get really discouraged because my legs feel like they’re gonna fall off and I get sick just trying to imagine 16.5 more months of this. Also knowing that the only way to get better is to ride more makes my head hurt. Probably the biggest trial I’ve ever had in my life has been my mission so far.

We arrived in Denmark, got picked up by Præsident Sederholm and the assistants, then the APs took us around and we saw the Christus statue, the Little Mermaid, and Nyhavn, which is that canal with all the colorful buildings when you look up Denmark on Google. We slept at Præsident’s house, then the next day we met our new companions! Mine is Søster Hanna Noorda from Las Vegas (Yes, she is most likely related to Gerrit Noorda) and my first area is Roskilde! (pronounced Ros-keel-eh)

The past few days have been so rough. I think I focus so much energy on biking that my brain has no time to focus on Danish. I’ve tried a couple times to speak to people though. I was sitting on the bus the other day and this old lady sat next to me. I said “Jeg hedder Søster Ferguson, hvad hedder du?” except I think I must’ve said “Hvad hader du?” which means ” what do you hate?” because she didn’t respond with her name.

Another experience though was the second night, Søs Noorda and I were bank på-ing (knocking doors) and I knocked and said “Hej! vi er missionær fra vores kirke og vi har en enkel budskab om Jesus Kristus og hans kærlighed for os, må vi dele det med dig?” and the man (His name was Tonny) totally was open and we have an appointment with him tomorrow! Woo!

Lørdag (Saturday) was actually an awesome day, which was weird. I woke up discouraged because Søs Noorda told me that we had a long bike ride that day. I hate biking, btw. In the morning the Elders picked us up in their nice car and drove us to a breakfast and meeting at the Biskop’s hus. They were so friendly and courteous to me and my tiny Danish, and the breakfast was excellent! Later when we got back and set out for our bike ride the sky started to get less grey, still grey though, and the ride was beautiful! I have no idea why I was in such a good mood because we did bike over 20 miles that day. I never thought I could ever bike 20 plus miles in one day before in my life. We did some service with this man (His name was Michael) and talked about prayer.

Yesterday, Søndag, I was so excited for because the only Danish words I really know are churchy words, but dang, I couldn’t understand anyone. There are certain people that I can understand when they speak and others that I just can’t at all. During dinner appointments, sometimes, the family will see that I don’t speak much Danish or I can’t really understand them, so they’ll only talk to Søs Noorda, and I sit there awkwardly, trying to figure out what’s going on. We have an investigator that talks so nice and slow! I love her.

I’m trying to figure out how to be happy. I’m so overwhelmed all the time and the 8 hours of sleep go by way too fast. Trying to figure out how to find happiness in the moment, despite not knowing the language, and killer bike rides for long periods of time, and gloomy weather.

I pray a lot. I’m praying the entire time I’m on a bike. God and I have some good conversations. I’m sure He’s up there cracking up because I say some of the most ridiculous things when I’m going up hills.

Me: “I’m a wimp”

God: ” You’re not a wimp, you just biked 20 miles!”

Me: “You kidding? You know I never work out :P”

Me: “God, if I’m allowed to hate anything in this life, it’s gonna be hills. That’s a perfectly fine thing to hate too! It doesn’t affect anyone! I HATE HILLS!” (And this is all out loud too)

I picture a small blue train a lot “Jeg tror jeg kan, jeg tror jeg kan…” Chugga. Chugga.

Our elders keep me sane. We have six missionaries in our district – 2 sets of elders and us. They remind me that Søs Noorda and I aren’t the only missionaries in the world and that I’m allowed to laugh. Our district leader, Elder Hawkes, for the past 2 times he’s called for reports has either sung everything he said or spoke Spanish. Man I love those guys. We’re making them a pie for district meeting on Wednesday.

Honestly, all I need to hear is that I’m not the only one having a rough time. I need to hear from one of my MTC family that I have an ally in my emotions. I’m the kind of person to hold troubles and such inside because I don’t want it to affect the world around me, but I’ve been so emotional the past week from missing the MTC and the Dutchies and my wonderful MTC district that is scattered throughout Denmark right now, and the bike, and the language, and Søs Noorda’s determination and drive that pushes me a lot but overwhelms me sometimes too.

I know the salvation of souls isn’t going to wait for me to catch up, but it’s really hard.

Here’s to a new week. And the beginning of what now seems like the longest, hardest year and a half of my life, but hopefully soon will be the best year and a half of my life.

I’m not in Kansas anymore. This is the big world and I need to get my big girl shorts on and face it.

Bror Williamson (Who is one of my all time heroes) told us a story and he said “The last thing I saw of Denmark was a golden field.” Well I’m here and I’m ready to harvest.

Hej Hej indtil næste uge

(I’m pretty sure that says, “Bye until next week.”)


At the Kristus with my MTC family

At the Kristus with my MTC family

Nyhavn (new-town)

Nyhavn (new-town)

The Little Mermaid

The Little Mermaid

My new companion Søster Hanna Noorda and me at the Copenhagen Temple

My new companion Søster Hanna Noorda and me
at the Copenhagen Temple

Long but beautiful bike ride

Long but beautiful bike ride

Første Dag

Since I have so much time on this 8-hour flight, this will be the longest journal entry I’ve done so far. I never have enough time to write at night. I left my journal in my checked luggage accidentally, so I’m writing in this. I’m so glad I brought it (notebook).

So this morning a guy took us and dropped us off at the frontrunner station. We too the frontrunner to a trax station and then to the airport.

I was a little scared about sitting next to a random person and carrying on a gospel-related conversation so I could fulfill my purpose as a missionary. I sat down in between an LDS guy and a lady who I find out is Catholic. The LDS guy was nice but wasn’t really talkative.

This was the coolest conversation ever. I said a little prayer before, so God could help me, and He did. I talked to this lady (her name was Cathryn) about everything! We talked about the difference between pleasure and joy, and I told her why I follow God’s commandments (because I love the freedom I have when I have God’s trust). We talked about how we obey our parents because we love them and want to make them proud. She started crying and told me that her mom died this past Friday and she hasn’t told anyone about it. I told her about my mom, and she told me about hers. We totally bonded. I love this lady. I gave her my email so she could send me pictures of her dog. It was so neat! She told me that she really respects me.

(Lucy did get an email this week with a photo of Cathryn’s dog.) J

We got to talk to Lucy from the SLC airport before she flew out last week. It was fun to hear her excitement to be finally getting out into the field! She was assigned to be the travel leader for her group, and both she and I thought they must have chosen her because of all the European travel that she did last year (Russia, Finland, Sweden, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania). We laughed at our pridefulness, though, when she said that they actually choose the travel leaders alphabetically. “Ferguson” comes before any of the other missionaries in her group.  <<feeling sheepish>>

With, we were able to watch her little airplane fly across our computer screen (Sleepless in Seattle-style) as she traveled from SLC to Dallas/Ft. Worth, to London, and finally to Denmark. There’s even an app for that, so I could check her progress on my phone at various times during the night. She finally touched down in Copenhagen at about 6:30 am, Utah time, on Tuesday morning. Denmark is eight hours ahead of us, so it was 2:30 pm, her time.

I got an email from the mission office letting me know that she had arrived, where her first area is, and who her trainer will be. Beyond that, though, it was a looooong week waiting to hear from her, especially after hearing of a terrorist-related shooting in Copenhagen on Saturday.  We got used to hearing about terrorist bomb threats and such when Elder Ian was serving in Sochi, Russia before the Olympics last year. I haven’t ever worried about him or about Lucy, but it was surprising to hear of terrorism in Denmark (especially during her first week in the country). I’m grateful that God protects His missionaries wherever they might be serving.

You can imagine how happy I was to finally hear from her this morning, though. 🙂  You can read about her first week in the field in her next blog post. Click the “follow” button on the right sidebar to get these updates in your email.


This is my journal entry on the airplane.

This is my journal entry on the airplane.


MTC Teachers

My fantastic teachers

My fantastic teachers

Last (Almost) Week at the MTC!

Yes Yes, it has come. I’m finally leaving! Dang that went by fast.

So the other day we found an article on that has a picture of us singing in the choir in it! Click here.  I’m on the second row up by his left elbow 🙂
Also all you St. Pete missionaries (I’m not sure how many of you read this) I ran into President and Sister Clark in the cafeteria the other day! I couldn’t believe I recognized them, but I went and said hi.
Sister Schulzke got reassigned to Tallahassee Florida for medical reasons, but it’s a good thing. We miss her a lot (she left for the field yesterday), but we know that this is what’s the best for her. We all felt so peaceful about it. It was emotional, but I know she’ll be happier. She’s still gonna try and keep working on her Danish because I know that even if Denmark isn’t where she was meant to be, God still gave her the gift of tongues and boy does it work. She was one of the very top in our class as far as getting the language.
So my neighbor at the residence, Sister Quinney, is going to Cebu just like my roommates, but we found out that we’re related! Her great-great grandpa, Ola A Sonne, is my great-great grandma, Elsie Nora Sonne’s brother! 4th cousins! She’s my favorite and she’s super gorgeous. Proud to be related!


Also I was having fun on family search the other day and I followed my line back, and apparently I’m related to Josephus the historian. I was freaking out, but no one else knew who that was.

Umm, what else. We leave this next Monday! We fly to Dallas/Fort Worth, then London, then Copenhagen! I’m super excited! I’m way excited to meet my mission president and his wife! Every time we walk by their picture with all the other pictures of mission presidents and their wives, I feel like I know them already! So excited to meet them. Also leaving the security blanket of the MTC is daunting, but not really scary. I think it helped that I lived in Russia before (God really prepared me well).

U’m I’m not sure what else. Sister Williams and Sister Landvatter are companions for the rest of our time so it’s just Sister Orr and me. I love her though. My companion is so incredible. She is caring, even though she doesn’t think she is, and she helped me out a lot the other day. She gives the best back rubs in the whole world and we’ve gotten super close. Everyone is so nice. I don’t really need other people to tell me that I’m important to make me feel important, but it’s so nice when they do, especially when you’re having a bad day.

Btw, SARAH AND JIMMY YOU ARE THE BEST EVER!! I got a package slip and I was like “Who would be sending me a package?” Turned it in and got CUPCAKES BACK! AND YOU DROVE ALL THE WAY DOWN TO PROVO TO GET THEM FOR ME??!! So um, I kind of have the best friends in the whole world. Also the best ward. And the best life. And the best district. And the best zone. My life is just good.

Before I forget, because I do every week: QUOTES!

S Landvatter: “The spirit does weird things to my body”

E Gudmundson: “If I wasn’t myself I’d stalk me too!”

Bro Hartman: “You’re blond dear, you don’t have to think, you just have to look pretty”

Bror Williamson scratching the paper turtle: “Oh yeah. Mmm, it’s like he’s scratching me”

E Gudmundson: “VI VIL IKKE VAND!!!”

Me: “He’s only like 2 years older than us!” S Landvatter: “Yeah, what a weenie”

E Gudmundson: “Ow! You just scratched me with that balloon!”

S Orr: “I was pondering with my eyes closed”

S Landvatter: “Soooo, since it’s our P-day can we go stalk that cop?”

Okay. Sorry, I kinda beat myself up last week because I forgot to post those. Some of them are really funny to me but it might just be because they’re inside jokes. Idk, I love my district.

Okay, I love you! Vi ses i min smukke Danmark!


Sister Ferguson

Awkward photo with the Awesome Dutchies

Awkward photo with the Awesome Dutchies

Finally with the Danish flag (instead of Swedish)!

Finally with the Danish flag (instead of Swedish)!

What are you all looking at?

What are you all looking at?


Sister Lucy and Sister Williams singing Savior, Redeemer of My Soul in Danish in a stairwell at the MTC.