mano lietuva, mano gyvenima.

once upon a time, there was a girl named sister robbins. she was young, vivacious, and had good desires in her heart. she went to live in a place called lithuania, and it looked like this:

and lithuania had really wonderful and unique people like this:

and although sister robbins loved all of these lovely parts of lithuania, places where she walked and talked every single day, the real part of lithuania was here; a place where she lived and taught meek, humble, and beautiful people.

in these domes, she met interesting people with whom she spent some of her days ... one of them was this crazy lady, who never got baptized but still made for some good stories and was wonderful company:

not all of her investigators were crazy though....some were a joy to teach, but they weren't ready either, and that was okay.

and although she often felt heartache for those who weren't exactly ready for the truth, she would look to those who had accepted the gospel for themselves. and she felt strengthened by the members and their faith.

when she wasn't teaching, she often hung around with these guys, and they all served together and loved every minute of it.

and even though she occasionally felt alone

especially in the winter when the sun would set at 3:30 in the afternoon

she always had her pretty, skinny, lovely, bubbly companion to lift her up. there were times where she'd never laughed harder than with this friend, and she was so thankful.

sister crookston often made her jump for joy.

one time, sister crookston and sister robbins went on an adventure and found a special wishing stone where sister robbins spun in 3 circles and wished to marry her favorite boy, jake. and marry they did.

being a missionary in lithuania made sister robbins feel free:

maybe more free than she's ever felt:

and that is something that a whole year-and-a-half later she is forever grateful for.