Remember how it´s been a whole week since I wrote my last letter?
Take that time, and add one more day and I´ll be on the airplane home. Add one MORE day and I will be hugging everybody that I love in the USA and listening to the new Garth Brooks CD. Life is sweet.
But... this is my VERY LAST WEEK AS A MISSIONARY EVER. WHAT WHAT? I still feel like Sister Marchetti and Sister Hittrich and all of the missionaries I knew before the mish are still out there, but they´ve all been home foreverrrrr already. Time flies. I´ll be joining the RM ranks soon. Weird. I´m still a kid.
But this week was bomb.
Let me tell ya about it.
Monday night. Magical things ALWAYS happen on Monday nights. My entire mission. I don´t know what it is, but Monday nights are golden. We had a family night in the house of Rosa. Carol was there, and everyone was late so it just became ´´talk to Carol about her doubts and introduce the plan of salvation´´ time. Carol had a dream about some elder (she couldn´t see his face, just some elder) talking to her about the priesthood and asking her something about if she wanted comfort or health or what not... She was just really confused because she´s never really heard of it, but we were MIND BLOWN because we know that there are priesthood blessings for health or comfort, and we explained to her and it was sweet. But we introduced a little bit of the plan of salvation, where we came from, where we were before we came to earth and what not, and that was all for the day. But after the message we were chatting and getting ready to leave, and out of NO WHERE Carol started talking to me.
´´I don´t know if I´ll be able to be baptized before the 10th, Sister!´´ (bc she knows that I´ll be headed home by then).
I was caught off guard because we did not ever say the word baptism this time, but i tried to play cool.
´´oh yeah? why not?´´
´´oh because blá blá blá´´
and then I laid it down.
´´Look girl. We love you a freaking lot. We´re thinking about you a lot. We´re praying for you a lot. And we feel like you´re going to be ready your baptism by the 8th. You´re THE most prepared person we´ve ever met. Are you down?
Carol: ´´Ya know, I think you´re right. Maybe i´m ready. We´ll work for it then.
And that was it and we let her go.
Then we had a lesson with her on HALLOWEEN. Halloween isn´t even a thing here, but Carol and Rosa wanted to do something with us so bad, so they set up this baskly halloween get up all over Rosa´s house and we had a little lesson with Carol, and it was all normal, and her friend Tainá said she was going to be baptized on the 8th in Chapecó 1st ward. It was cool.
Then on SATURDAY we went to see Carol and her bro Pedro at her house, and we were just conversing, and she said ´´Hey, so we´ve got a compromisso on the 8th, néh?´´
and we were just like ´´Oh yeah, do we?´´
and she shook her head yes.
´´WAIT.. WE DO?!´´
So Carol accepted to be baptized on the 8th.
Then on Sunday we found out that she would have to work on Saturday.
So she decided she would be baptized THIS FRIDAY.
I love her love her love her. This is THE BEST way to leave this mission. We´re praying that all goes well and everyone stays firm and happy and it´s going to be great. I am so excited. BUT the miracles didn´t stop there.
But before I get to that, on Tuesday i had exchanges with Sister Soares in Chapecó 2 and it was top and we had a bask and she goes home with me. I cannot wait for that Brasilian to get her booty to the US next year because I adore her.
On Saturday we visited Angelita and Sebastião and their son Richard. They are incredible and we had a powerhouse lesson with them, and THEY CAME TO CHURCH YESTERDAY.
Not only that, but there were 8 INVESTIGATORS AT CHURCH YESTERDAY. Richard, Luiz, Marilí´s husband and son, Carol and Pedro, and two more that I don´t even know. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN. IIIII BELIEVE IN MIIIIRACLESSSSSS. Church was wonderful. Bishop Daison told me to talk in Sacrament meeting next week since I´m going, so that´s whatever but it´s fine it´ll be good. It´s just going to have to be different than the one I share when I get home, because there´s n o w a y that i´ll conseguir falar ing... be able to speak english straight if i try to translate. English is just going to be weird any way. But it´s whatever. I´ll get there.
SEE YALL AT HOME WEDNESDAY MORNING. 10 AM. TAMPA AIRPORT. BE THERE.
It´s gonna be sweet.
See ya in 8 days ;)