This week literally was the worrsssttttt week everrrrr! But I'm alive and well anyway! Leaving Provo ended up being a bummer. My district there truly was a family, and the environment in Provo was just so much better. I was really starting to find my place there, and it´s just been a harder adjustment than I expected. I eat beans now everyone! CRAZY HUH?!?
The gift of tongues is so real. I can´t believe how much I can understand, when the teachers are speaking and giving us instruction. I can understand, I wanna say about 80%, and I always know what they´re talking about even if I miss a word here and there. I´m picking up the language pretty well. The Brasileros here tell me I have perfect pronunciation and are all surprised when they hear that I didn't speak before. It´s not me though, it´s the Lord, no doubt about it.
This week we had pday, (kinda weird but we don´t email on pday here, we email instead of exercise the day before pday) anyway we got to go out and walk around, explore the area around the mtc,for like 4 hours, and that was so fun. Then on Saturday we went proselyting and holy cow... I spoke to random people on the streets in a language I DON`T EVEN KNOW and they understood, and we got a referral of a cute little family and it was the best thing ever. Also, this week, me and Sister Lindsey had an evening when we completely broke down. I was fine at first, but looked over at Sister Lindsey and knew she was about to explode, so we left class and she just started bawling her eyes out, which made me cry. Then we realized how hard this was, the Brazil mtc is "a never ending cycle of misery" so that´s great. Anyway, we had many tender mercies that night, and received a blessing from all 5 of our elders that came with us from Provo. We've all kept each other sane here. And our zone leaders were so nice too. We´ve come to realize that there are great people everywhere. As hard as it is, we can always find happiness and peace.
Sunday was great! We had an hour and a half to ourselves and we took a nap and then studied a little bit. I can't wait for this Sunday... Me and Elder Smith are again singing, but this time in front of the entire MTC. We are singing "Come Unto Christ," Half english, half Portuguese. WOOHOO
So, overall, I am okay, and the MTC has gotten better. I´m learning a lot, really quickly, including how to like beans, and I have never been so grateful for Sister Lindsey. I love being out on a mission, and can´t wait to be out in the field, learning even more, even faster, and relying on the Lord even more often. I love you all.
I know I said this place sucks, and in my opinion it does, but in other ways it is great and I am learning how to maintain a positive attitude. I love the Savior so much, and that´s why I´m here. If I didn't have this love for My Savior, Jesus Cristo, I would be home right now. He makes the hard moments worth it. Knowing what He did for me, and what He did for all the people I will teach, and knowing I get to teach them about it, through the testifying power of the Spirit, is a good enough reason to cry myself to sleep, or miss my family so bad it hurts, or sit in silence trying to translate what the heck a dude just said. Everybody should take a sec to think how much more the Savior suffered for, then you´re like... "I´m a baby man, suck it up." :)
I love all of you--have the best week, sorry for the miscommunication... people thought I was emailing tomorrow, But my Pday in the MTC is Tuesday now:)
Tchau por agora
eu emo voces muito!
de Sister Walstad
At the SLC Airport
Riding the train to the airport
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