I’m, like, SMILING right now!

Welcome to my week. What did I do this week? Well, I guess I can tell you a bit about Esbjerg.

Esbjerg is on the south-west side of Jylland (the big part of Denmark), so I’m about as far west as I’ll ever go. It’s on the coast and if you get close enough to the beach and to the harbor, it smells like fish, as is the Esbjerg myth. But actually, it does smell like fish, just not all the time. Esbjerg is pretty flat (of course, everything is flat compared to Vejle), but I would compare it to Slagelse in flatness. There are some hills, but my legs don’t even recognize them as hills. I love being able to use 3rd gear this much!

We share the area with the elders. I don’t think there are any boundaries as far as that goes. We’ve got some good elders: Elder Gerber and his baby (hehe) Elder Allred, who is from Germany, but is American (Burst all of our bubbles). And then we have our district leader, Elder Jensen and his baby Elder Weese, who’s from Brigham City. They’re down in Sønderborg, which is like 2 hours away. They’re pretty great. Sister Van Orden and I are working on opening them all up. Of course the newbies are a little on edge with everything, and the trainers are a little stressed, but come on! Mission are supposed to be fun! We will be victorious.

Sister Van Orden and I have a good time. I don’t think I’ve been this close to laughing so hard I pee my pants so often since Sister Floyd! We have it real good. The other day we discovered a large suitcase in the closet. I asked if it was hers, because it was nice and my suitcases have always been a little worse for wear, and she said no. We pulled it out and it was HEAVY! We were like, WHOA. What is THAT? So we opened it and it was full of BEAUTIFUL clothes! I was afraid to touch it. This couldn’t be the sister genbrug (Genbrug means literally: use again. But it’s the word for thrift store.)! It was too good to be true. So we called a few previous sisters who’d lived in Esbjerg and they both confirmed that it WAS the genbrug!!!! PARTY!!! So Sister Van Orden and I both got new wardrobes. And we lived happily ever after. The End.

We have some great people we work with! We have a friend with a baptismal date! His name is Michael and he’s getting baptized on November 22nd! His girlfriend is a less active member who decided to turn her life around and start following the commandments, and she is the best member missionary ever because Michael is gonna get dunked in the waters of righteousness! Booyah!….

Never again will I ever use the word Booyah. I apologize.

My first lesson with him was… The Law of Chastity. It was like “Hi, I’m Sister Ferguson, it’s nice to meet you. Don’t have sex!” Actually I kept messing up and saying “det er okay at have børn inden ægteskab” (To have kids before marriage) instead of “indenfor ægteskab” (inside marriage) and Sister Van Orden kept looking at me like “No! That’s not the right word!” #awk

We have a few other less actives and investigators that are great! I lvoe people. People in Esbjerg are so much more open to hearing about the gospel than in Vejle. And I feel like I’ve grown up a lot too, and it’s not just because I just turned 20. Having greenies in your district does something to you, not in a prideful way, but it just makes you step back and look at how far you’ve come from since you were a greenie.

We helped a member defrost her freezer, and I was scalded with boiling water by my companion. I know, I know, true love burns, but I’m okay. A few pores on my forearm were destroyed and a few tears were shed, but overall, I’m doing good now. (No tears were shed, I was actually laughing.) We had to keep it a secret from the member. Good thing we were defrosting a freezer because there was so many things I could set on my burned flesh.

Saturday we journeyed to Odense for a women’s conference of both the Aarhus and København stakes! AND THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE I LOVED THERE! I got to see the one and only Sister Floyd. I’ve missed her so much. So many other beautiful sister missionaries were there also! And Lise Cohr 🙂 No one from Slagelse, and none of the people from Roskilde remembered me. I didn’t make a very big effort to get to know people in Roskilde because I was so focused on myself. Plus I couldn’t speak Danish at the time. The conference itself was so good! So much love. So much spirit. So much estrogen. So many crying women. It’s all good.

Yesterday we sang with the little kids in our ward’s primary program! It was so fun! I knew the melodies, but not the Danish words, but luckily they held the words up. There was a point though when they didn’t hold up the words for the chorus of “Follow the Prophet” and Sister Van Orden and I kind of freaked out. Learned pretty fast. Lots of mumbling, but luckily there are so many verses to that song that after a few times, we got the chorus DOWN! yus.

I also wanted to say really fast that I love translating. It’s the best. I feel like a boss, but I also know that it’s a gift given to me of the Lord that I wouldn’t be able to use without Him. I lvoe translating.

Well. It’s been good. This week hasn’t flown by, but I’m sure this next one will. They usually do.

Have it good!

Søster Fergie

Lilly (a less active): “It’s okay, just scrape the cancer off.”

Søs VO: “It’s beginning to look a lot like Spiderman everywhere you go.”

“I know the apostles are hip and everything…”

“We came to church 4 hours early to get the front row.”

“I won’t waste the Lord’s tissues.”

“If I shaved my head I could give my hair to locks of love. I could make a wig for a cancer patient, but then I would look like a cancer patient.”

“If we were REALLY representing the Savior, we would be wearing robes.”

The elders texted and said “Vi slået hendes græs” (we cut her grass) and I thought they said “Vi slået hendes gris” (We cut her pig).

Æ Jensen: “I’m so happy, like, I’m SMILING right now.” Is this the happiness gauge? I’m still happy but I’m not AS happy as Elder Jensen because I’m not smiling. J

I also can’t believe the amount of people that open their door in their underwear or less. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD THAT BE OKAY FOR YOU??

​I didn't know Adam and Eve were Asian... and both men...

​I didn’t know Adam and Eve were Asian… and both men…

We decorated the elders' door for the new arrival! Tillykke!

We decorated the elders’ door for the new arrival! Tillykke!

​It's a dream come true!! This IS the sister genbrug!

​It’s a dream come true!! This IS the sister genbrug!

​I love this girl.

​I love this girl.




Man. This week. So many emotions. Up and down and all around. I turned 20!! Those days of teenagehood are behind me. It was a great day. Really interesting. I woke up to Sister Thompson’s quiet alarm waking her up to make me cinnamon rolls! Apparently, I sleep like I’m on guard duty. I opened an incredible package from my mom that I’d been waiting to open for like 2 weeks. I would just like to say that GETTING LETTERS AND CARDS FROM A BILLION PEOPLE I LOVE WAS THE BEST PRESENT I COULD HAVE EVER RECIEVED! Thank you everyone! I love you so much!

And then I got a billion calls from everyone I love in the mission. Elder Gudmundson, my district leader, can play the bagpipes and I told him, before I transferred to Vejle, that I needed to be in his district so I could hear his pipes. Then I transferred into his district and I never heard the pipes, but he and Elder Bennett called me and played happy birthday on the bagpipes just for me. I cried, I was so happy. Elder Lester called and Elder Shawn Gudmundson (my big brother), Sister Noorda, a bunch of other people that you probably wouldn’t know, and I got to chat with my Floyd-y Floyd and Sister Williams more than once because we could. I don’t know who ever said that birthdays on the mish weren’t the best, because they ARE! So much love! Even members secretly found out and got me little chocolate bars and such. Woot! I love people. It’s so nice to know that when I feel like I’m all alone, I’ve actually got, in addition to the army of angels backing me up, an army of family and friends backing me up as well. THANK YOU for all the love!

So do you want to hear about transfers? So many changes happened, as was expected. Sister Thompson and I had interviews with President on Tuesday evening. He told us that we were staying together, which we were SO happy about. I love Sister Thompson. I think we had a mini party on the bus ride home, planning our future life together. Then the next day at Zone Training I got up because it was my birthday and everyone sang to me 🙂 #OnlyBirthdayGirlInTheZone #MissionærHarFødselsdag #HoorahHoorahHoorah

While we were singing, President leans over to Sister Thompson and asks “Hey, will you train?” She was just like “WHAT?!” Then, as people were going around saying nice things about me (which meant a lot, btw. I never knew the way that other people saw me. Things like bubbly and welcoming, and funny. Where did those things come from?) and President raised his hand and said “I love how Sister Ferguson is so flexible”. I was just like “I don’t know if you’ve ever seen me try and touch my toes, but I am NOT flexible.” I realized that wasn’t the flexible he was talking about and it made me super antsy and anxious. Like, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT, PRESIDENT?? When it got to transfer time, President got up and said “I know that some of you have only been in your areas for one transfer.” This whole time he’s looking at me and I’m just like PRESIDENT!!! He just says “Oh give the girl another cookie. She needs a cookie.” I gobbled that cookie. Then he says “Sister Ferguson, You are going to be transferring to Esbjerg with Sister Van Orden, and Sister Thompson is going to be training.” WHAT?! YOU JUST TOLD US LAST NIGHT THAT WE WERE STAYING TOGETHER!! He told us that his mind was changed by the Lord and some other factors that morning. I’m pretty sure this was a test of my submissiveness, but just like President said, I’m flexible. I told him last Monday that I was willing to go and do whatever and wherever the Lord wanted me. So now I’m in Esbjerg! With Sister Van Orden who is great! She used to be my Sister Training Leader.

What else, besides that bomb? Not much. Short little time in Vejle. Just as I was starting to love Vejle, even with its hills, I’m here in Esbjerg with it’s fishy smell (but not really) and wind.

I had an experience that I’m going to try and type quickly. We biked across an intersection and I saw a lady crossing the street who looked a little down. I got the impression to turn around and talk to her. I turned around and pulled up next to her and said, “I saw you walking and I felt prompted to ask you if there’s anything I can help you with?” She gave me the weirdest look, shook her head, and kept walking. I shrugged and was thinking about what had happened biking home. Sister Thompson gave me some great words: “Even if she wasn’t, God knew you were willing to listen.”

Life is good. I love my life!

Have a good one,
Søster Fergie

Last lesson with my Danish Bestemor, Rigmor... and her dog Kalle... Look at his face lol

Last lesson with my Danish Bestemor, Rigmor… and her dog Kalle… Look at his face lol

​This morning leaving Vejle. Love this girl!

​This morning leaving Vejle. Love this girl!

​Said goodbye to Sister Ripa! #TallBuddies One of my closest friends

​Said goodbye to Sister Ripa! #TallBuddies One of my closest friends

​Good morning ægte adulthood and wonderful package and cinnamon rolls

​Good morning ægte adulthood and wonderful package and cinnamon rolls

…and Great Was the Fall of It

What if I typed my entire entry in Danish and you all just had to either Google translate or learn Danish to read it? Nah.

Friends, colleagues, partners in crime, I would like you all to know that this is my last week of teenagehood. Never thought this day would come.

This week tho. I honestly can’t even remember what happened.
OH! On Monday we went to Jelling with our district! It’s pronounced like Yelling and it’s the home of the shouting stones! No, not really, haha, but it’s like the oldest place in Denmark and has these stones with runes on them carved by one, Gorm the Old, or Gorm den Gammel. He was the first king of Denmark, best friends with Odin, and creator of the great Jelling. I love our district. We all get along so well. Some of my favorite people right there.

I touched an original 1851 Book of Mormon! Never washing this hand again. 😉  (By the way, Danish was the first language the Book of Mormon was translated to from English.)

Tuesday we went on Blitz Splits in Esbjerg! What this means is that a bunch of missionaries go crazy contacting in one area that needs help! I went on Splits with Sister Van Orden AND my momma Sister Noorda! That was so much fun! It’s really windy in Esbjerg, and Sister Noorda has really short legs. I rode her bike against the wind and I almost died. It was weird to be riding her bike. I’d ridden alongside it many times, but I rode my mom’s bike. Weird. Super fun. So many missionaries!

We did service for a lady in our ward, Georgia, who’s actually from Ogden but married a Dane and now lives in Denmark. We picked elder berries and peeled apples. And we watched the Sunday afternoon and Women’s sessions of conference 🙂 I lvoe conference so much! (I also think that the word love should be respelled as lvoe because my fingers can’t ever type it the right way.)

Haha, we did the math and we have 10 investigators, but each of them has a catch. This is the life. We love them though. Good Things Happening.

We were stopped by a man at the Fredericia bus station yesterday who asked if we were American. We asked how he knew and he said that he used to invite the missionaries over all the time and make them donuts! Turns out he’s from Ireland! His name is Thomas Quinn and he’s my new best friend. He looked at my name badge and said “Fergusen. That’s Scottish! But it’s spelled wrong. It should be Ferguson.” Thank you, man. He knew it was spelled wrong, I lvoe him. I need to visit Scotland and Ireland sometime in order for my life to be complete.

Weel. Good week. It’s been getting colder and colder. I’m getting a new coat today because my rain jacket isn’t going to hold out the cold for too much longer. It’s kind of interesting here, and I don’t know why this happens, but the leaves here stay green until they are in the air, Falling Down to the ground, and they change colors mid fall. Haha, not exactly like that, but it’s no Boston, that’s for sure.

Have an excellent week! I lvoe you all!

Søster Fergie

ST: “Tro er som en klumpfisk.” (Faith is like a sunfish.)

Sometimes I assume that if someone is American or speaks English, that they’re gonna want to talk to us. “But, but…you’re AMERICAN! WE’RE American! We’re practically Family!”

​Those respectful, worthy priesthood holders of ours...  (Those aren't the Jelling stones, btw)

​Those respectful, worthy priesthood holders of ours…
(Those aren’t the Jelling stones, btw)

​Me, Søs Thomp, Æ Howland, Æ Brady, Æ Bennett,  og Æ Gudmundson, and Jelly, the big stone

​Me, Søs Thomp, Æ Howland, Æ Brady, Æ Bennett,
og Æ Gudmundson, and Jelly, the big stone

​Me and my Mom

​Me and my Mom

​This Picture is dedicated to our dear friend Amir  and all who were present that historic evening ("Kivi! Kivi!")

​This Picture is dedicated to our dear friend Amir
and all who were present that historic evening (“Kivi! Kivi!”)

That’s So Party!

Hello. Is it me you’re looking for?

I’ve found my new calling in life: pruning hedges. We’ve done so many service projects where they’ve looked at me and been like “You’re tall. Prune my hedge.” And I’m good at it! My triceps kills afterward because I’ve got zero muscle on my arms, but it’s so fun and such an OCD satisfier!

Work is finally picking up a bit! We picked up a few previous investigators and got an almost golden investigator! Hopefully. Crossing our fingers. She told us she feels like it wasn’t coincidence we met. Her name is Daria and she’s from Poland.

K, pause really fast. The man next to me in the library is listening to bagpipes. I’m a puddle…. I’ve still need to hear Elder Gudmundson play the pipes for us. I can’t believe he brought them on his mission!

It was my hump day on a hump day! Woo! Actually no. No woo. I only have 9 months left in this wonderful, frustrating place. Such a weird feeling. I remember when Sister Ripa hit her 9-month mark, and now she’s going home! Nope.

We were out visiting a member in Gadbjerg and on the bus on the way there, right before our stop, I saw a tractor that said Ferguson on the side! We tried to get a picture on the way back but, our bus was dumb and was late. I have discovered, though, that there is a museum in Horsens area that is completely about Ferguson tractors. I need to get transferred to Horsens just for that.

It’s October! What! Where has the year gone?

We had a miracle lesson on Thursday! His name is Kim and the spirit was so strong! We taught the plan of salvation and he accepted it! All of it! Even though he told us on the street when we met him that he believed in reincarnation, in this lesson he told us it was just something his mom believes. He told Sister Thompson that it was because of her spirit and sincerity that we were there sitting on his couch and why we can come back. He even felt the spirit; he just doesn’t know what that is yet. So stoked for this man!

On Friday evening (Man, I wish I had more time to go into thoughts and detail), we were invited by our buddy Deacon Christophe, a pastor for another church (can’t remember which), to a ‘religious get-together’ he was hosting! It was so interesting. We went because he’s our friend and he’s been saying great stuff about us and our church to his friends. They had a potluck thing and we got to sit and chat with a bunch of people of different faiths, and then they had a sing-along in the chapel to a bunch of gospel songs! WE SANG FREAKING KUMBAYA!!! Check that off my bucketlist. SO funny, I almost died. Then a lady afterwards was just like “That was so beautiful” I wonder if they know that, in America, or at least among Mormons, it’s a cheesy campfire song. Then they sang “In Christ Alone” and I was crying. I was just like “I love this song so much!” and the lady next to me said “You know this song?” Why yes. it makes me cry every time.

The whole experience helped me strengthen my testimony of what I believe. I could definitely feel the spirit sitting in that church, but it was incomplete. They wanted the whole truth but didn’t have it, so they made do with what they had. Interesting thoughts.

On Saturday we went up to Horsens for the baptism of a guy Sister Thompson not only taught, but found! So exciting! She couldn’t believe it actually happened. Happiness and joy can be found in this work, I know this to be true.

Then CONFERENCE! I LOVE GENERAL CONFERENCE! and I don’t have a ton of time to tell you about it, but I got some good personal revelation and things I need to work on. Man, I wish I had more time. My favorite talk was by President Nelson about women in the church and how we need to be bold. That’s one thing I’ve committed to work on. My mission is too short to be timid.

I love y’all! Have a fantastic week!

Søster Fergie

p.s. we woke up this morning and it was so foggy! Fog is awesome!

Quotes and Stories:
Søs Thomp: “Is that garbage or is it dinner?”

“I just want to sprinkle fairy dust on these people and make their testimonies grow by 3000!”

Sister Thompson chatted with a lady on the bus who said she hates bagpipes. I was just eavesdropping, but I almost cried. Who could hate bagpipes?!

We chatted with a man who told us he was Muslim because they’re clean. We thought he meant like morally, but then he went on to explain how Muslims wash their bottoms after they use the bathroom rather than just using a piece of paper like Christians do. That’s why he’s Muslim.

Rigmor to me: “You’re not as dumb as you look!”

Æ Gudmundson: “Keep the hygge snakke out of the stille zone”

Also Amir told me that I’m the best dressed sister missionary he’s ever met. Yus.

Dåb samling

Dåb samling

Denmark sunsets tho..

Denmark sunsets tho..

This was supposed to be a tractor picture.

This was supposed to be a tractor picture.

Come and See

Hello Hello Hello!

Welcome to my week. I have to tell you, writing this email/blog entry every week is one of my favorite things. You can know that if I’m not funny in real life, at least I’m funny on my blog. (At least I think so.)

This week. OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE TO TELL YOU! Monday night we had dinner with a lady in our Ward, she actually one of my favorite Things about living in Vejle, her name is Lise. Well we ate with her, Elder Howland and Elder Brady, Mohammed (a newly baptized member), and Amir (another newly baptized member). It was the most hilarious evening of my entire life. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard since Sister Floyd. So Mohammed can barely speak English, Amir can speak English but not very much Danish, and then there’s us, who as you know, are always laughing, and Lise. Lise is a character, and she didn’t really know how to take our hilarity so she just went with it. I needed a good laugh. Man, you’d had to have been there, but let me just say that when someone doesn’t speak a ton of English, but speaks enough that he knows how to joke and be sarcastic, it’s SO funny. Amir is hilarious. He also speaks Russian! I wowed him with the 2 Words i can remember and the thing they’d say on the train, “осторожно…” and my 100 ruble bill.

We got a new friend named Comfort Thompson! We knocked on her door just because her last name matched that of my dear companion. She’s warm and hearty and from Ghana. Everyone, I have a black mama. I am so happy. She told us she’d watch out for us and if we needed any food or anything, to just let her know!

We had Zone Conference in Aarhus! It was kind of anti-climatic because we’d just seen everyone on sunday at Stake Conference, but still good! What a great training. So much spirit. I think trainings are one of my very favorite Things about being on a mission.

We went on splits! I took over Vejle with Little Sister Mann! Okay, I just have to say really quick, I think it was a requirement (excepting me, Elder Curtis, Sister Williams, Sister Ripa, and Sister Woster) that you have to be under 5’7″ to come to the Denmark Copenhagen mission. I haven’t had a comp taller than me and I won’t unless Sister Williams comes.

Anyway, splits was great! We had a good time. I took her up our hills and she almost died, haha. Sister Thompson tells me that maybe I’m more cut out for these hillls than I thought I was. #poweredUpthosethings #calvesofsteel We had some good lessons and good times. Sister Mann is cute.

After splits (I totally brought my journal so I could remember) we had so many things happen!

1- We saw a girl wearing a hoodie and thought it was weird because Danes do not wear them. We talked to her and it turns out she was an exchange student in Idaho and her host Family was LDS and she’s been to Temple Square! what a small world!

2- We caught a frog in my umbrella and Sister Thompson picked it up! She didn’t get to last time. We named it Spong jr. She was freaking out.

3- We walked past 2 people gathered around something that turned out to be a hedgehog! Sister Thompson held it (it’s a thing). It was so cute! There was this black guy with a great deep voice who kept saying “Hvor sød!” It made me happy.

4- We had an appt with an earlier investigator named Duc from Vietnam. We started talking and it turns out that he’s read everything and knows it’s true, he’s just too busy to do anything about it. WHAT EVEN IS HE AND WHERE HAS HE BEEN HIDING?

Last but not least, let me tell you about a miracle that happened this morning. So we went out to take our laundry down to the laundry room, which uses the same key as our apt. I got the key stuck in the hole and it wouldn’t come out. We were stuck outside in pjs. So I suggested we say a prayer. we did and then tried the key right after the prayer and it came right out! God lives, everyone. I just want you all to know that He loves us all and pays attention to the little Things in our lives.

I had an excellent study this morning in Jesus The Christ and wanted to share a line with you:
“The spirit of our Lord’s invitation to the Young truth seekers, Andrew and john, is manifest in a similar privilege extended to all. The man who would know Christ must come to Him, to see and hear, to feel and know. Missionaries may carry the good tidings, the message of the gospel, but the response must be an individual one. Are you in doubt as to what the message Means today? Then come and see for yourself. Would you know where Christ is to be found? Come and see.”

“To comprehend the works of Christ, one must know Him as the Son of God; to the man WHO has not yet learned to know, to the honest soul WHO would inquire after the Lord, the invitation is ready; let him Come and See”


I know Christ is my Savior and Redeemer and that he died so that we might live. I feel my testimony grow every time I share this message. I’ve felt Him personally in my life and it’s something I cannot deny. If you need a Little push, please, I invite you to learn of Him.


Have an excellent week everyone!

Søster Fergie


Amir: “We are cat because we eat mouse, but I am tiger”

Lise: “I think we should have said a longer prayer”

Man on the street: “I’m Buddist, as you can see by my belly”

Søs Thomp: “Har du betalt din teething?”

“I have this yummy coconut body wash that I always want to eat, but the bottle tells me not to”

Mark, our ward mission leader: “Life without the Plan of Salvation will be like a headless chicken, not knowing where to go”… #Profound

Festen er her

Festen er her



Our hedgehog!

Our hedgehog!

Blind vej



Spong Jr.

Spong Jr.

Sometimes, you just gotta take a break and climb a snail pillar.

Sometimes, you just gotta take a break and climb a snail pillar.