Boa tarde!I really did send probably the most inspired letter of my mission last week, but the internet connection was horrible, and apparently, my email neither sent nor saved. Thus is life here in Mosqueiro.
My last companion, Sister Santos, is training an americana right now. As I tried talking to her slowly in Portuguese, I could tell she wasn´t understanding anything- her face got really red. I remembered how awful it was when I first got here and couldn´t do or say anything, just felt like a burden. It´s rough seeing people go through the same thing I went through, but at the same time, makes me grateful for my experiences because now I can use them to help others. After my back surgery, I got a random letter from a lady in our ward, and in it, she cited a general authority who said something to the effect of, ´´sometimes, we don´t go through trials because we´re being punished or because there´s something we need to learn for ourselves. Sometimes, we just have trials so that we can better understand how others feel when they have to go through the same thing.´´ That letter was a tender mercy in a hard time then, and it has been now as well. I learned a lot from my beginning experiences here in Brazil, but I can also just better relate to and help others how are passing through the same thing now. For me, that makes it worth it.