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
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