BOM DIA!!! This week was rough, tough, and long enough that I was practically praying for P-day. But it was also a great week for learning, bonding with my companion, and growing closer to my Savior.
About 3 weeks ago, we ate lunch in the house of the Bishop. It was during an exchange with Sister Souza and she was asking lots of questions about the area and the ward. The Bishop was telling her that the ward was incredible, the area was growing, and that before Sister Grace got here they had a baptism almost every week. The Bishop didn’t mean anything by this statement, my arrival was just a point of reference he gave. But to me, it felt like the lack of baptisms for the last 2 months was my fault.
I tried not to let this bother me and in the beginning, it was easy with the transfer and new companion I couldn’t afford to waste my focus. This week, however, it felt like everything was bringing my shortcomings into the spotlight. On Tuesday we had another friend marked for baptism give up, and what was really frustrating was he really believed. We asked him if he had prayed about the truth of the church and Book of Mormon and he said, “I know for certain that this church is true.” But there are commitments that he is not quite ready to fulfill right now so his baptism is in the air. I know a few weeks ago I wrote about how hard it was to hear no to the invitation for baptism but now I prefer it to this pattern of teaching, developing relationships with people, and building up all this hope and excitement, just for it all to come crumbling down.
The next day we had a meeting with all of us missionaries in our second transfer. It was to get us all excited about finishing training after this transfer and to remind us of our purpose. At one point they asked for miracles that we’ve witnessed because of our obedience and diligence and almost everybody commented. I say almost everyone because I didn’t share anything. In that moment, the comment of the Bishop came into my mind and I began to question my worth and worthiness as a missionary. Over and over again I heard that obedience and diligence bring miracles but I wasn’t seeing any. I asked myself, “Am I being obedient? Am I being diligent?” The honest answer to these questions is “yes.” So where were the miracles?
I talked with President and Sister Martins later that day because my companion was really worried about me. We talked a lot and we discovered that the problem was with my mindset. Life, before mission life, was comfortable for me because I knew how it worked. My effort was always equal to the results. If I studied and worked hard, I got good grades and reaped my rewards. Somewhere along the line, I began measuring my effort by the results. If I did well on something, it was because I worked hard to earn it. If I didn’t do so well, I must not have been working hard enough and need to improve for next time.
Here in the mission, this mindset is almost fatal. I took a look at what I wasn’t seeing, (baptisms, people progressing, strong ward members) and decided it all resulted from my lack of effort. Every day I was trying harder and harder and still getting nowhere. I started to “run faster than [I] had strength” (Mosiah 4:27) and ended up running straight into the wall of hopelessness. Luckily, I have a companion and mission leaders who helped pick me back up. They taught me about a little something called “Livre Arbítrio” which means “Free Agency.” In the life before the mission, everything was solely dependent on me, but here, in the real world, hardly anything depends on my efforts alone. Everybody can choose and has to choose for themselves whether to follow Christ or not. My job is to invite them and then respect their decision, even if I know they are choosing the worst path for their lives.
The end of the week was so much better because of the lessons I learned in the beginning and I felt the prayers of my friends and family powerfully. I love this opportunity I have to teach and although I’m still learning how to do it, I know that I will always have the support of my Savior. If I could give advice to anybody out there struggling with something right now (which is all of you), I would say to pray more often and with real intent, find the “pleasing … word which healeth the wounded soul” (Jacob 2:8) in the scriptures, and remember that Christ cares about how you feel and who you are.
That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!
Love,
Sister Alyssa Grace
Bom Conselho, Brasil


















