Month: November 2023

Semana 20 – Sister Grace and Sister Viking

Alyssa and Sister Brewer, Fuller, and Leopoldes with new Arcoverde ward members
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with ward members in Arcoverde
Barbecue meat
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with the ward for a farewell party
Alyssa’s advent calendar on her apartment wall

Boa tarde! This week was adventure-filled and I loved it. But first I want to thank everyone who thought of me this week and sent me e-mails. I adored reading them all and felt so much love. I hope with the coming Christmas season, we can all feel and participate in sharing the love of Christ more. 

Now, my week. First, all week we were preparing to close the area. We found out that Sister Leopoldes and I would be staying together and opening a new area in Arcoverde. Bom Conselho became an area for Elders so we were trying to correct addresses, get phone numbers, and warn all the people we’re teaching about the change. The ward there was very sweet and threw us a little farewell party with Brazilian Barbeque, Ping Pong, and card games. I taught everyone how to play Slap Jack and then destroyed them all, it was fun.

Friday was transfer day. We woke up at 3:30 am and were supposed to catch a van, then catch a bus, then catch another bus, to end up in Arcoverde at 4 pm. Unfortunately, all of the buses broke down and after a day of prolonged panic and stress, we arrived in Arcoverde at 11 pm. What has added to the fun is that our new phone number hasn’t been set up yet and our area book hasn’t been updated. All of this means that we don’t know where we are, where we are going, who we are teaching, or who to reach out to for help. Luckily there is another set of sisters working here in Arcoverde too, and we were able to follow them around all of Saturday and Sunday. 

On Saturday, we met one family in the ward and they were so welcoming and already had several references for us. The people here are so eager to help the missionaries and expand their ward family. One of the members of this family was an exciting 5-year-old who did not want to learn our names. The first thing she said to all of us was that she was going to give us all new names. Sister Brewer is now Sister Barbie, Sister Fuller is Sister Elsa, Sister Leopoldes is Sister Rapunzel, and I am Sister Cinderella. I don’t know if those names are based on personality, physical resemblance, or the colors of our dresses but whatever the reason, it’s still very sweet.  

On Sunday, we all ate lunch at a member’s house. With 4 missionaries it was a tight fit and half the family had to eat on the couch but it was a fun chaos. Since 3 of the 4 sisters here are new they were asking us lots of questions. Sister Brewer, Sister Fuller, and I are all from the United States. But apparently, compared to the other two, I don’t look American. At least according to this family. When I said “Sou dos Estados Unidos” they looked at me and said you don’t have the face of an American, you look like a Viking. Now I’m officially Sister Viking in the eyes of 4 people here in Arcoverde which is honestly pretty great. 

I love getting new titles and learning how other people see me. I also love creating and learning new names for other people too. One of the best people with the best names is Jesus Christ. I love that he has so many titles. It shows that he is everything for everyone because he did everything for everyone. This coming month is one especially focused on Him and we have this opportunity to learn about Him and try to become a little bit more like Him too.  

2 Nephi 19:6

“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder; and his name shall be called, Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

I hope you all cherish this coming Christmas and remember to give yourself the best gift of all: the gift of coming to know Christ.

That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!

Com amor, 

Sister Alyssa Grace

Arcoverde, Brasil 

Semana 19 – Sister Grace and Salt in the Toast

Sister Leopoldes and Alyssa with Alyssa’s big thumbs up and sunburned neck
Alyssa, Sister Leopoldes, and some elders waiting by a bus
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with Sister Leopoldes 13 month celebration chicken pie
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes outside with a guy showing a peace sign

Oie! Today I have a SUPER-MEGA P-DAY DE ZONA so I will be in Garanhuns playing futebol, eating churrasco, and spending time with some of my favorite missionaries for what could be the last time since we have transfers coming up on Friday. Because of all this, I will only be recounting a quick story that happened this week.

I did an exchange with Sister Brewer this week in ArcoVerde. We have the same amount of time in the mission and we were looking forward to a day of proving our Portuguese without our trainers there to carry us. Unfortunately, every lesson fell through and we ended up walking miles upon miles in the hot, hot sun without a single break. The only thing carrying us through the day was the promise we made that morning, which was to make French toast for dinner. I’ve seen my mom make a really simple french toast several times so I was sure we could make it.

We got back to the apartment, sun-burned, bug-bitten, and feet aching but souls light and stomachs ready for some delicious french toast. Unfortunately in our excitement, we somehow grabbed the bag of salt and not sugar. We didn’t notice until the first bite of what we thought would be the best dinner of the century. We were disappointed but after a few minutes of mourning, we laughed it off and made grilled cheese instead. 

Sometimes we feel like our trials just keep coming one after another and we wonder when will it finally end. The truth is, they won’t. Life is a series of challenges, some of which we easily overcome while others makes us fall to our knees. No matter the size or difficulty of the challenge we are meant to learn something. For me, I learned that a little salt in my toast after a physically tiring day is something I can handle and even laugh about.

It’s silly I know but I’m grateful for my trials (big and small) and what I learn from them. 

That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!

Com amor, 

Sister Alyssa Grace

Bom Conselho, Brasil 

Semana 18 – Sister Grace and 4 Month Things

Alyssa with her four-month acai bowl
Alyssa with her zone during her second zone conference
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with a Book of Mormon and two future missionaries
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes in their chairs for a selfie

E aí pessoal! Welcome to 4 months of receiving missionary emails from Sister Grace. It’s incredibly exciting, I know. This email I felt like summing up some things I’ve learned in the last 127 days.

First, I’ve learned to simplify, slow down, and teach in ways that truly inspire learning. During my first week in the field, I struggled a lot with being understood. Partially because of the language and partially because of my method of teaching. I was using words like restoration, covenant, priesthood, and apostasy. All of which are basic gospel terms in my mind, but none of these are understood by the general populous of Bom Conselho. I struggled more than I care to admit trying to find new words and simpler explanations to teach here. But now, I’ve come to know and love that our doctrine is simple, we just have the tendency to over-complicate it sometimes. 

Second, I’ve learned how to pray. It really shocked me the first time I watched my companion teach an adult to pray using the “I’ll speak, you repeat” method. For me, I learned to pray before I learned to read and I was praying on my own in sunbeams. Here, too many people think of praying as a performance, something that you have to develop a talent for. Too many have words and phrases memorized so asking them to pray from the heart is like asking them to speak in another language. I’ve had to consciously change the way I pray so that I can help them be more comfortable praying. I’ve cut out the standard repeated phrases we all hear and use every day for something more sincere and in the moment. I’ve started asking for less and being grateful for more. Through this, I’ve felt a difference in my communication with Heavenly Father and I’ve seen others start to experience it too.

Finally, I’ve learned how to be accountable before God. During a missionary’s training, they have a call once a week with one of the President’s assistants about how they are doing and what they are learning. In one of mine this last week, the Elder made the comment that the number of new people being taught in our area was really low last week. He asked if my companion and I had a problem with diligence. All during this week it really bothered me whenever I thought about it. I know that I am really trying out here, that we are putting in so much effort to teach and find, and that despite what the numbers might show, I am making a difference. I had to get over the fact that in the mind of this Elder, I’m not an effective missionary because I know that my Heavenly Father feels otherwise. As long as I am giving my all to Him, being honest and sincere about my effort, and obeying the rules with gladness, I am doing my part. 

In a lot of ways, things here haven’t changed since Day 1. The days are still hot, the trees are still green, the mosquitos still bite, and Portuguese is still hard. But I’m always changing, always growing, and always seeing new blessings of the Lord’s hand in my life and work.

“And this is my glory, that perhaps I may be an instrument in the hands of God to bring some soul to repentance; and this is my joy.”

 – Alma 29:9

That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!

Com amor, 

Sister Alyssa Grace

Bom Conselho, Brasil 

Semana 17 – Sister Grace and the Waiting Game

Alyssa rests on top of a stack of chairs
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes cleaning the baptismal font
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes enjoy some pizza
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with Lavina
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes with Eduardo, Elaine, and Lavinia
Alyssa and Sister Leopoldes in front of the heart curtain

Olá meus amores, espero que vocês estejam bem. First I want to mention the new youth theme for 2024. It’s “I am a disciple of Jesus Christ” 3 Nephi 5:13, which just so happens to be my mission scripture. In case you’re wondering, yes I am the inspiration. I’m taking it as a sign that 2024 will be a good year on the mission for me!

This week was incredible and stressful. We had the wedding and baptism of a family: Elaine, Eduardo, and Lavínia.  I’ve been teaching them for 7 weeks now. Here in Bom Conselho, they have 1 day every month where you can go and get legally married. So although this couple was prepared and desired baptism since the end of September, they had to wait until November 1 to get married. Then on Saturday, they and their daughter were baptized. 

The baptism was supposed to start at 2 pm. We arrived at 1:30 to prepare and set things up.  For the next 2 hours, people slowly started to trickle in until almost the entire ward was there. The bishop, who was asked to give a marriage blessing, showed up last at 3:45. Everything went well but there were two very angry, and very exhausted sister missionaries in attendance. Luckily there were no problems with the confirmations on Sunday and the family has been well received into the ward.

Yesterday was fast and testimony meeting.  Our friend, who was marked for baptism two weeks ago but ultimately fell through, bore his testimony. He told everyone how grateful he was for the missionaries and the church, and that we welcomed him in. We took this as a very good sign and went to visit him later that evening. We talked about his testimony and baptism and asked him what was holding him back. Why did he feel like he needed to wait? He didn’t really have an answer so we finished up the lesson and were about to leave when his entire demeanor changed in an instant. 

I’ve never met anyone possessed before but in that moment, I thought I had. He started yelling, going off about how life after death is nothing but a filthy lie. That the Bible is perfect and our church is wrong for saying otherwise. That the Book of Mormon is nothing but a fantasy and we have no evidence for any of it. He kept pointing at me and saying that of course the American would defend this book, and he wasn’t going to be convinced. What was so strange was 1 week ago he told us he knew for certain that this church was true. Yet obviously, he didn’t. Without a testimony of the Book of Mormon, you can’t know that this church is true. 

We got out of there as soon as we could and just sat on a street corner thinking. This man has been coming to church for 30 years, his brother is a return missionary, and all his nieces and nephews are active members. His situation taught me a lot about waiting. He has been waiting to believe for a long time and still hasn’t figured out that believing is a choice. 

There is a difference between patience and stubborn persistence. Waiting for answers with faith and sincerity will bring hope and truth. Just holding on to the iron rod without a desire to move our feet or position on the path will get us nowhere. We need to walk, we need to move, we need to show we are willing to go and find the answers. I’ve experienced and witnessed a lot of waiting these last 2 months and it’s hard when the immediate future is nothing but fog. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel and joy along the path. Choose to follow, believe, and let the power of the Atonement into your life. 

That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!

Ame, 

Sister Alyssa Grace

Bom Conselho, Brasil