Friday, June 19, 2015

A Pretty Good Week!

June 1, 2015

this week was a pretty good week! since there are 3 of us missionaries together, we are doing our best to utilize all of our strengths. we have been doing way better in our teaching. the spirit has been very strong as we have been teaching our investigators. last week we had a guy who had been taking lessons but had foreclosed on his home and had to move to a new house. he came running out of his new home and literally ran us down! hahahaha He said he needed us to start coming by and teaching him again cuz he missed us! when we taught him he told us that he knows the Book of Mormon is the word of God and is considering getting baptized cuz he knows he needs to. that was a huge miracle :) the Lord keeps blessing us!

Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Siege of DeWitt

May 11, 2015


we had a sick week! here's the coolest story! 

this week we went out to a little town called Dewitt because we felt the spirit tell us that we needed to go out there to find someone. this is the history that i know about DeWitt.

Siege of DeWitt
During these conflicts, equally ominous events occurred between the Saints and their neighbors in DeWitt, Carroll County. A few Mormons had been welcomed earlier when they began settling in DeWitt in June 1838, but by July it was obvious to the citizens of Carroll County that the Latter-day Saints would soon outnumber them. As in Jackson, Clay, and Daviess counties, the fear of losing political control motivated the “old settlers” to believe the false reports about the “deluded Mormons” and to develop a pretext for driving them out. Three separate meetings were held in July to unify the citizens to expel the Mormons.

When approached with the ultimatum telling them to leave, George M. Hinkle, leader of the Saints and a colonel in the Missouri state militia, defiantly declared that the Saints would defend their rights to remain in DeWitt. Conditions throughout September remained at a standoff. Violence was avoided partly because many Carroll militiamen were away fighting in Daviess County during September. Late in September, the Saints at DeWitt sent a letter to Governor Lilburn W. Boggs asking for assistance in defending themselves against “a lawless mob” from Carroll and other counties, but they received no response.

Meanwhile the non-Mormon forces in DeWitt continued to increase as troops from Ray, Howard, and Clay counties arrived almost daily. The Latter-day Saints also received reinforcements and began building barricades.

The first week in October was a fearful one for the Saints because fighting broke out between the two camps. John Murdock recorded: “We were continually employed day and night guarding [the Saints]. … One night … I traveled all night from one sentinel to another to keep them to their duty.”14The need for food and shelter became critical. The anti-Mormon forces considered this siege “a war of extermination.”15

While exploring for a new settlement, the Prophet Joseph Smith was met by a harried emissary headed for Far West to inform the brethren of the situation in DeWitt. Disappointed, the Prophet said, “I had hoped that the good sense of the majority of the people, and their respect for the Constitution, would have put down any spirit of persecution which might have been manifested in that neighborhood.”16Changing his plans, Joseph traveled secretly on back roads to avoid enemy guards and slipped into DeWitt, where he found a few defenders opposing the large mob. The Prophet found that the Saints were experiencing systematic starvation and grievous privations.

Church leaders decided to appeal once again to the governor for assistance. They obtained affidavits from sympathetic non-Mormons about the treatment of the Saints and their dangerous situation. On 9 October they received the governor’s reply that “‘The quarrel was between the Mormons and the mob,’ and that ‘we might fight it out.’”17This blasted whatever hopes the Saints may have still entertained for executive relief.

Under these circumstances the earliest Mormon settlers of DeWitt urged their brethren to leave in peace. The Saints, Joseph Smith included, gathered up seventy wagons and sadly abandoned DeWitt on 11 October. “That evening a woman, of the name of Jensen, who had some short time before given birth to a child, died in consequence of the exposure occasioned by the operations of the mob, and having to move before her strength would properly admit of it. She was buried in the grove, without a coffin.” The mob “continually harassed and threatened” the traveling Saints, and several more of them died from “fatigue and privation.”

the rumor is, that when the saint were leaving DeWitt, Joseph Smith dusted his shoes at the city and the city was cursed. and let me tell you the curse is real! the city isnt very friendly to Mormons but we knew we had to be there. while we were walking around trying to find this lady, we both felt super uneasy. miraculously we saw the lady that we were trying to find. we had moved her out of her home in Carrolton and we had been praying to get her address so we could get her information switched over to the missionaries in her area and the ward that her family was going to be attending. as soon as we were done talking with her the spirit told us to leave so we left DeWitt very quickly! 

love yall! 

Elder Rollins

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Two on date for baptism

May 4, 2015

Two on Date to be Baptized!

this week was sick man! we just busted our butts and weve got things down. we have another guy on date to be baptized! then the very next day his friend was freaking out cuz his girl friend just broke up with him and he didnt know what to do so they called us and asked us to come over to calm him down with Jesus! at the end of the appointment, he looked at us and said that he was going to set his date to be baptized too!

theres been some crazy rain out here! one day the rain hit so hard while i was out knocking doors it soaked through my rain jacket! :/

Elder Rollins

Monday, April 27, 2015

I love where I am serving!

April 27, 2015

Carrollton is Sick!

the mission is going amazing! i love where i'm serving! Carrollton, MO is sick! we had an exchange with one of the assistants to the president (AP's) this week and it was pretty funny cuz he was just shocked at the work we have going on with only 3 active members in the town! (Hayes was transferred to Carrolton, Mo, population 4000 with only 3-4 active members of the mormon church) just a couple of weeks ago). we have 3 people committed to baptism and we are teaching another family. its amazing to see the Lords hand in the work!

we've really been blessed this week. we are gaining relationships with our investigators and they are trusting us more and more!

we had a pretty cool experience i wanted to share with you. we have been talking with this lady that has us come by when here kids arent home cuz she didnt want them to bother us while we were studying! and she hadn't texted us back for a couple days so we went by to see if everything was alright. when we showed up she apologized and told us that her kids had been sick and that she had been in and out of the hospital with one cuz his white blood cell count was through the roof. so we asked he if she believed in healing by the laying on of hands like in the bible and she said yes. so we asked her if we could come by later that night when her husband was home to give their child a blessing. She said yes! so we got there and asked her son if he wanted the blessing and he readily agreed. then we asked him if he believed that Christ could heal him and he said yes. so we gave him the blessing and then gave the rest of the family the Book of Mormon to study and then we left. we stopped back by after their doctors appointment on Saturday and he was completely fine! 

the Lord is with us and his healing power is real! he can heal us from both our physical ailments and the ailments caused from sin! I love being a missionary!

Hope you have a great week! 

love you! 
Elder Rollins

Friday, April 24, 2015

A Wrestling Story

April 20, 2015

Dad’s Book
by Adrian Robert Gostick
Wouldn’t you be jealous if your dad treated your friend better than he treats you?

Dad’s Book
Dad never wanted me to wrestle. “One wrong move and that nose of yours will break like a peanut shell,” he said on more than one occasion. But Dad encouraged Sam. In fact, when I stepped onto the wrestling mat, he usually didn’t watch but would spend his time warming up my best friend for his match, making him laugh, loosening him up. 

Sam and I would wrestle most Thursday nights. We’d fight at the little gym at our school, or Dad would get the car started and take us to Crowsnest Pass or Sparwood in British Columbia or even across the border into Montana. 

He may not have approved, but Dad was always there. He’d wash off the coal dust and put on his Sunday boots, and we’d spend the best part of the evening in an overheated gym where I would lose more matches than I won. 

Sam, however, never lost. He was smaller than I was, a lightweight, with long arms and short iron legs. He wasn’t LDS. In fact, there were very few of us in town. But my family treated Sam like one of us, especially since his father had died the previous summer, coughing in his room until the end. Now and then Sam would come to church with us, but most Sundays he’d hitchhike to Crowsnest to play pool.

We were 16, and in a year we’d be gone from there. But in the spring of 1934, we had a carefree life—unaware that it couldn’t last.

On a Saturday in April, Sam stopped at my house with his old wrestling shoes hanging by their laces around his neck. Dad cranked the Ford, and it fired on the second turn and sputtered to life. We all climbed in for the ride to Sparwood.
“Who you boys wrestling tonight?” asked Dad as we drove by the coke ovens on the way out of town. Cold air was rushing through the floorboards and swimming around my feet.

“Ed said he’s bringing a truckload of kids from the coast,” said Sam, turning sideways in the front passenger seat. I noticed then that he had a pack of cigarettes stuffed in his shirt pocket. Dad noticed too. 

“Good,” said Dad half-heartedly. “That’ll be … er, a change.” We nodded, waiting to see if Dad was going to talk religion. He was.

“Sam,” he said, “were you ever baptized in your church?”
“Don’t know that I ever had a church,” Sam replied. “We went to the United once, when my mom’s family was in town, but …”

Dad interrupted, “I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just our Church believes in baptism, but a lot of religions do it differently. I was just wondering how you were baptized.” I rolled my eyes. Dad was so obvious.

“I …” Sam didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sure Jed told you all this, but when Mormons are baptized and confirmed they take upon them the name of Jesus Christ. And we believe a person must be completely immersed in water, not just a sprinkling over the head.”
Sam looked back at me. I hadn’t told him anything about baptism. I couldn’t read his face, but I guessed he was wondering where this conversation was going.

“Hmmm, interesting,” was what he picked to say.

We reached the bottom of the border pass, and Dad revved the engine to get the Ford up the facing hill. It was a steep climb, and the old car slowed to a crawl. Dad talked to it all the way up, patting it on the dashboard like a horse, and promising it a sugar cube if it made it up without quitting. We laughed. Dad was usually full of jokes, except when he talked religion.

The mountain pass got steeper just as we reached the snow line. Suddenly, a burst of steam blew from under the hood. The car shook and thumped, and Dad pulled it over to the side only a few hundred yards from the top. He shut it off and pulled the park brake. We all climbed out while Dad found his water jug in the trunk.

“Jed,” Dad said to me as he grabbed a rag and pushed down on the radiator cap, “What does it mean to take upon you the name of Jesus Christ?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Pray. Read the scriptures.” It was the answer we gave in Sunday School every week to every question. It was also the answer I gave Dad every time he asked a religious question in front of Sam.
Sam chuckled.

“Thanks for the effort,” said Dad, and he twisted the cap. We all jumped back to let the steam hiss out of the brass radiator. While we waited for it to cool, Dad asked, “Could you give it a bit more thought?”

I sighed. “It means being good. Doing stuff that you’d do in front of the Savior, if he was here with us.”

“That’s better. It also means we are representatives of the Savior on earth, which is a pretty big responsibility.”

“Why are we talking about this?” I asked, upset that Dad was distracting us from wrestling and fixing the car.

“Because I want to ask Sam something.” He poured water into the radiator slowly and then tossed the water jug back in the trunk. On his way back, he reached into the front seat and pulled a copy of the Book of Mormon from a paper sack.
“You’ve come to church with us a lot, Sam,” said Dad. “And I think it’s time that you found out if what we are doing is true.” He handed the book to Sam.

“This was my first copy,” Dad said. “My dad gave it to me when I was a bit younger than you.” We all stared at the battered book. I felt an ache of jealousy that Dad was giving my friend something that should have gone to me. I didn’t even have my own copy. I couldn’t help being resentful.

“Would you read it?” asked Dad.

Sam shrugged and stuffed the book into his pocket. Then we stood awkwardly for a few minutes until Dad decided the radiator was cool enough to continue.
“I’m going to try going over alone,” he said. “I’ve seen Sam thrown to the mat enough to know his head is full of rocks. I think the dead weight is slowing us down. I’ll see you at the top.”

He cranked the car, and it fired. He drove back down the hill and up for the far rise. A minute later we turned to see the Ford racing up the hill toward us, revving with an increasingly deafening roar. It passed us but slowly. We ran to catch up and put our shoulders to give a good push.

At the top, Dad stopped the car and let it idle. Then we all stood in front and stared down at the green and white Elk Valley, the far side climbing peak after peak into the golden horizon. Sam and I were anxious to get to the competition, but we stood there with Dad, looking at the view for a minute.
Dad finally broke the silence. “Thanks for the push, rock head,” he said to Sam.

“No problem.”

“Sometimes you need a little help in life.” Dad reached over and patted the book in Sam’s shirt pocket. “There’s help in there. In fact, just about all the answers to life’s questions are in those pages. And I know you’ve got questions.” Sam nodded but didn’t say anything.

That night Sam won on points over a tough red-haired kid from the coast and then had an easy time pinning a local guy he’d beaten many times. I was almost pinned in my first match by a little kid who was quick as a gunshot. But the second match, I got paired with a Crowsnest kid from our Consolidated High School whom I’d beaten before. He was a good wrestler but had dislocated his shoulder once and couldn’t go left. We were in a clinch late in the second when I shot at his strong leg and was able to lift him off balance and trip him to the mat. His back was exposed, but before I could finish him off, he spun free. Still, the move gave me enough points to win the match. Dad didn’t say much, but he patted Sam on the shoulder and said something funny as we left the gym.

Two weeks later, the teachers at the Consolidated let us out early without telling us why. My sisters and I ran home and crashed through the door only to find Mom and Dad sitting at the kitchen table. Their faces were white and gray, the color of locomotive steam, and they told us the mine had closed and Dad was heading east that night—to find work in the Ontario mines. He’d send for us when he got settled.
I turned cold. My younger sister yelled that she couldn’t leave. I remember Mom and Dad holding her and saying something comforting, despite her rage. And I remember taking Dad down to the station, carrying one of his heavy suitcases.

“Sell the Ford if you have to … if you can,” he said to Mom on the platform. Then he kissed her.

The train let out a groan and inched away from us. Dad reached down the stairs and shook my hand. “Don’t let Sam slip away,” he said, and our hands were pulled apart.
I resented that, at the time. I hated that my father’s last words to me were about Sam, and I kept it in the pit of my stomach for a long time.

Several weeks later, we had a big meet. I saw Sam from the front room window peddling his bike up the street. We had a 10-mile ride to make, and the district finals began at five, so I didn’t expect him to stop for long. But he didn’t stop at all, and I had to grab my shoes, run outside, jump on my bike, and race to catch up.

“In a hurry?” I asked near the corner.

“What took you so long?” he asked, smiling.

We rode to Crowsnest in near silence; the only sounds were the rhythmic metallic clink of my peddle rubbing against a chain guard and the heavy rumble of passing lumber trucks on the highway. By five we were waiting in a hot gym as a man with a megaphone and a few sheets of paper stood on a chair and began reading rules. The wrestlers were grouped according to weight and record, the man explained. The athletes with the best league records, like Sam, would face the wrestlers with the worst league records in the first round. Losers would go home; winners would go on to the medal round. So-so wrestlers like me would face the other so-so wrestlers, and then, if we won, would meet the top kids.
He began to read names, and Sam’s was one of the first called. He’d wrestle third. I’d go sixth, which meant I’d have to wait almost an hour. I was excited and nervous and knew that I’d be tired for the match if I didn’t relax. I moved Sam into a corner of the gym and spent my time getting him warmed up for his match. I remembered what Dad used to do—practice moves, stretching, and the like, although my jokes weren’t as good. We kept ourselves away from the crowd and the faint ring of the bell and cheers of the boys. Finally I heard, “The winna!” and looked around to see the ref holding one boy’s hand in the air. That’s when I noticed a familiar figure in the doorway—out of place. It was Mom. She smiled and waved, and I ran over to her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “It’s a gym.”

“I can go anywhere I want,” she said. “I’ve come to see you and Sam wrestle.” I shook my head, but it was obvious she was staying. “And I brought you something.”
She held a box tied with string. It had a return address in Ontario.

“Your dad found work,” she said.

I nodded and ripped the box open. Inside was a letter and something bulky wrapped in newspaper.

“Open the letter first,” said Mom.

I shrugged and did as she said, pulling the letter out of its envelope as I walked outside to read it alone. It was in Dad’s unmistakably bad handwriting made worse because it was written on a bumpy ride. He began:

“Dear Jed, I’m here. The train ride is long, three days of wheat fields and another couple of pine trees, so I got to thinking about you and Sam.”

I stiffened with the thought of Sam sharing my only letter from Dad, but I read on.

“As you know, I did some missionary work with him, and I hope the Spirit can touch him. He needs that direction in his life. I guess it was embarrassing for you sometimes to be put on the spot, but I wanted you to share that missionary experience with me. I care a lot for the Church and believe in the restored gospel with all my heart. I hope you can carry on the work without me.

“Somewhere near Winnipeg, as the wheat fields began to end, another thing occurred to me. I got to worrying that you didn’t know why I paid so much attention to Sam, and that maybe you felt like I was a better dad to him than to you. I guess I need to apologize for that, but after Sam’s own dad died, it was obvious that he needed a father in his life, even more than you did at the moment. You have a maturity and a direction that Sam doesn’t. I can’t tell you how proud I am that you’re my son. I guess that’s all for now. We’ll meet up soon enough and talk then.

“P.S. The package is for you. I hope you do well in the district tournament, but remember that Sam is a much greater challenge in the grand scheme of things. Good luck.”

I folded the letter carefully and reached into the loose paper inside the box. Even before I unwrapped it I knew by the feel that it was a book. I pulled it out and breathed in the deep scent of new leather on the copy of the Book of Mormon.
I don’t exactly know why, but I had to shake my head to fight back tears. I can’t say what moved me—if it was the valuable gift from my penniless dad, or the fact that I finally understood that he was not playing favorites with Sam. He was just trying to be an example. And something whispered to me, just then, that I could do the same. Suddenly I knew that it wasn’t important if I won or lost my match that night. It was more important to be there for Sam, to be an example, to lead the way.

Later that year we settled near the mine in Sudbury, Ontario. I remember lying awake one night after getting a letter from Sam. He wrote that his mom and he had let in a pair of Mormon missionaries that were knocking on doors enroute from Lethbridge to Cranbrook. Sam let them in because he knew a good LDS family, and he didn’t think it would hurt to learn more. He wrote that they were coming back on their return trip through town.

I fell asleep about then, thinking that our new house was quiet, peaceful, and that it was nice that my family was together under one roof. At that time, I was not afraid of anything, because I knew we’d pull through. We had before.
Something told me we were together forever.

i found this while i was going through and decided that i would share this as my week report. the way we live our lives can make a difference in the lives of the people we care about!  we must be the example the Lord wants us to be and be willing to share what we believe cuz we are going to be with these our brothers and sisters forever! :)

love you! 
Elder Rollins

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Little Blackie

April 13, 2015

this week was a good week. we saw lots of signs of God helping us! we also had a ton of rain! 

we have been working on getting out and just talking to people so it was fun to get out and talk to everyone. missionary work is starting to be a real joy again!

we had some sweet appointments with the people we are working with and hope to see them begin moving forward. we had a really good lesson with crystal about the restoration. she really felt the spirit! the Conner's are just super amazing with working with her. 

we helped a family we had been trying to teach move out. it was nice to get some more physical service in! :) but sad because thats 3 less people we have to teach. 

so, we stopped by one of the families that we are working with cuz we felt the spirit tell us that we should go there and see them. when we got there they were all pretty upset because they lost their cat that they had for only 4 days. the only place they had not been able to look was in their attic, so i scaled the walls to see if the attic would even open up. then we called over brother Conner to see if he could see anything further but no luck. we hung around and talked with them and Brother conner was able to meet the new family in the ward which was really good! since he's their home teacher.

so our mission just got the little black boxes. we named ours little blackie and he's very nice. the black boxes track our driving ability so that they are able to see who is a good enough driver to actually drive mission vehicles. it measures speed, seat belts, turning, acceleration, deceleration, and how hard we hit bumps and from that creates a profile on our driving. it talks to us and gives us warnings as to what we are doing wrong so its a good thing to have! 

its been a good week and we have been blessed by god! :)

love you Elder Rollins

Tuesday, April 7, 2015


April 6, 2015


Elder Hayes Rollins
220 S Locust St.
Carrollton, Mo 64633

i was transferred to Carrollton, MO probably to spend the remainder of my mission here. i am never really happy with exchanges but this is what the lord wants and i know that for sure so i am happy to just be doing the lords will. its a small area. people wise we have about 4000 people in our area and only 4 or 5 active members. but the faith of these members is very strong and they are all doing their very best to share the gospel with others! its amazing to see the Lords hand at work with so few in numbers but so great in faith. i'm glad my new comp is younger in the mission. :) His name is Elder Arnesen from West Jordan UT. 

we had a  fun little easter reunion! Elder Bitton and I are serving in the same ward again! i was so stoked! :) its good to have a friend like him still around! the rest of the week was good as well!

i began a new study in my Book of Mormon by the prompting of a member in my previous ward. He said he wanted to give us some words of wisdom and so he told us that he had the opportunity to sit in on a couple of disciplinary councils for 2 returned missionaries. then he told us to avoid Pornography like the plague when we get home!! then he told us that the young men had been given an assignment to do before they were to see the stake president again. the assignment was that in the next 90 days they were to read the Book of Mormon and point out all the times they see the atonement in it. So i decided that i would like to do this as well. so i started and its been incredible to see how much of the Book of Mormon is about the atonement or signifies it or symbolizes it. The Book of Mormon truly does testify of Christ and that he Lives!

i cant believe how much i've changed in just the past few weeks. mom its amazing to get to serve the lord there is nothing better i could have done in my life. thank you for always helping me see this as something that i would go and do. it really has been the best 21 months of my life! its hard seeing it coming to a close. but i'm expecting the next 3 to be even better. after serving a mission i think i can live life with anyone lol

We’re finally getting ipads! Every week we receive an hour to get on to and learn the site, in preparation for getting ipads. i wont have the ipad for very long, so this week i took the liberty to check out the lds news room to see whats been going on in the world and this is what i found.

this is an excerpt that came from an interview from Hugh Hewitt interviewing Jeffery R Holland after he gave a religious freedom speech at Chapman University.

Hugh Hewitt: What are you telling your young people?

Jeffery R Holland: I’m telling young people to believe. I’m telling parents to believe. I’m telling, families and participants in the family of all ages to believe in God, and to believe in help, and to believe in the future, to believe in themselves, and stay close. The family is the fundamental unit of society. It is certainly the fundamental unit of our church. I guess, probably, it’s the fundamental unit of everything. Our friend, Michael Novak, said that when things go well with the family, life goes well. And when things do not go well with the family, life is, or can be really miserable. Let’s start there. Let’s work better at home. Let’s work better with parents and children. And if we can master some principles in that little circle, maybe we can extend them to the state and the nation and the world. But better to start closer to home, and I believe God will bless us in every way to succeed in that most fundamental mission we all have, and that is to save and bless the next generation.

We must Believe! 

I believe in Christ he is my Savior and Redeemer. He is the Only Begotten of our Father and He is the Light and the Way back to our God. I believe that through Christ my family will be together through Eternity! I believe that because of Christ that all man kind has a future and has the opportunity to become what ever they desire that we can learn from our mistakes and change and do better. we are a lost and fallen race, we are weak and mortal but through Gods plan and through our Savior we may become strong and receive Eternal life!

I love you! 
Elder Rollins

i'll remember to pray for the horses and for you guys! it'll be good to have haylee home! man i do miss our family dinners! We only get dinners with members 1-2 times per week.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Thank Goodness For the Drunk Guy!

March 23, 2015

Thank Goodness For The Drunk Guy!

It was a good week! we worked really hard and found some drunk guys! we were looking for a member and they didnt live there anymore, but the guy that did live there invited us to come in! then he passed out on his couch lol.... so we were about to just walk out when these 3 other guys came in the back door and saw us standing in the living room with their friend passed out on the couch! we got a little worried but they were really cool and talked to us about Jesus for a while and asked us to come back another time! it was sweet! 

we are on a car rotation so when we went on exchanges, we walked a lot. we gave up the car because a set of Elders and Sisters needed it more than we did. while we were walking to our destination, 3 different times we saw members from the other Elder’s wards! by the time we got to our destination, no one was home! lol so Elder G sat down and said i'm not moving until a new investigator walks up to us!  shortly after that, a guy walked up to us and we have an appointment with him this week. i guess thats Gods way of saying Elders, we have no time to waste! we knocked a lot of doors! 

there were 4 fires in 5 days this past week. one of them burned down a bar and the tree next to it. the tree was acclaimed to be the last hanging tree in ST Joe. another fire was on the west side of the river in kansas and jumped the river and marred the levy pretty good. 

the work goes on though and some days are better than others. i love the work though. I love this gospel and know its true!  I have spent a lot of time on my knees lately. so much that they are balding. :p jk jk 

my message for this week is to just do what your supposed to. GOD is always right no matter what. seek his will for you and do it!

love you! Elder Rollins

Monday, March 16, 2015

A week full of Meetings

March 16, 2015

so this week was a week full of meetings which didnt give us a whole lot of time to do much work. 

we had a meeting with a General Authority last Monday and then we also had interviews with President Vest on Wednesday so our Pday was moved to Tuesday. we went bowling! (i'll send the pictures next week) 

we have been out knocking doors a lot because we need to find more people to teach. we have been trying new ways to talk with people and had a pretty cool experience. we went out and just started to teach about the Restoration. we taught about prophets and the cycle of God restoring his Gospel through them. there was this one girl and when we told her that God has called another prophet and that the Book of Mormon is Proof of that she immediately asked if she could have one! :) made my day! 

while we were on exchanges to day we had a girl open her door and ask us for a Book of Mormon. she then explained that she had just seen the play The Book of Mormon and now wanted to read the book! pretty cool thing to happen.

Sunday morning we got a call from the sisters that one of them lost their ring in the kitchen sink at the church! so we went over and i turned into a plumber! jk I got the ring out for her! 

those are the highlights of the week!

love you! 

Elder Rollins

The Cactus

March 2, 2015


Elder Winiger is also from AZ, so when we saw the cactus we were so happy that we had to hug it! lol 

we found a new investigator! He seems like he is one of the elect, one that we have been searching for! so that was pretty sweet! he opened right up to us and told us that he was super curious about the people in our church so we just kinda went through the restoration and he asked all the right questions at the right time!

i would agree a mission is the greatest two years! its a pretty sweet deal. I came out here to SERVE the Lord, but every day I am more and more indebted to him! i guess thats where the unprofitable servant comes in! lol 

so in the last two weeks i finished up the  Book of Mormon and finished my 2nd time through Jesus the Christ. as i look back on my mission, and think about all the companions I've had, i finally see some of the reasons why i had them. also i have had many hours to study the scriptures and i think that is one of the biggest things i needed while i was out here! 

Mathew 11:28-30
28 ¶Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

when we take his yoke upon us, he can make things easier.  our situation might not change, we may still have struggles but their is strength in remembering that we have God in our corner! 

love you! 
Elder Rollins

Monday, January 12, 2015


January 12, 2015


so this last week i got transferred to a new area and we are white washing the area which means that they took both of the previous Elders out of that area and have brought in two new ones to basically start over from scratch. 

so i've been getting to know my new companion whose name is Elder Rentfro. he's a wrestler from Utah. my misson President came up to us right as we were getting ready to leave and said "you two better not be doing any wrestling!" lol  so we've been running around trying to learn the new area and trying to get to know the new ward and the investigators and other people we are working with.

we have been very blessed to have the Lord behind us and helping us every step of the way! the Lord, Our Father, loves us and will help us when we need him! 

love ya!