E aí, another week, another email.
This week was a pretty drastic shift from last week. Whereas everything last week worked out miraculously, this week was rough and frustrating but we still had miracles.
First, on Tuesday we were told we could go to the temple if we had a recent convert to go for the first time. I haven’t even seen a temple in person for 7 months so I was literally working on super mode and praying every 5 minutes to get to have this opportunity. Unfortunately, of the 4 recent converts in this area, 1 has already gone, 1 is only 9 years old, 1 was sick, and the other one has some difficulties we weren’t aware of so they don’t have a temple recommend. We were not allowed to go and spent the rest of the night bitterly and sadly doing our references.
On Saturday, we had everything ready for Lia’s baptism!! Only that it started to rain and the dirt road outside her house made her want to cancel and reschedule. With a little time the rain let up and we made it to the church. It was a beautiful baptism set up with all the Relief Society there. But they all forgot to bring their husbands so we had no one there to actually perform the baptism. After another hour and a half, she was finally baptized.
Sunday morning we woke up to a text saying she won’t make it to church to get confirmed and the stress continued. We finally were able to bring her to the bishopric meeting that night and get her confirmed but it was definitely one of the more stressful baptisms I’ve had and not one of the most joyful.
But through all that, God was there. When I was stressing out thinking it wasn’t going to happen and that it would all fall apart, my companion reminded me that the bolo (cake) was on the table. Let me explain.
We had received lots of promises this week from mission leaders, members, and God that everything would work out. I was stressed cause it wasn’t happening in my time or the way I believed would be best. But God was at our side the whole time showing us that is was happening and it was working out. Maybe I was stressing about a missing bishopric, but I could’ve been rejoicing that we already had cake and refreshments to celebrate. Hopefully, somebody somewhere understands what I’m trying to say because I know it sounds strange but there is a spiritual lesson to be learned.
Better days are ahead for all of us, and just remember the bolo is on the table!!
That’s all folks, Tchau tchau for now!
Com amor,
Sister Alyssa Grace
Jaboatão Dos Guararapes, Brasil













