1.29.2016

welcome home sister baker!

1.25.2016

week 77 . this is it :: she's coming home

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Well this is it. I can NOT believe that this is my last email home as a missionary. I've been (and still am) in denial. A part of me feels like I'm just going to be transferred, not going home. I think it'll only really sink in on the airplane. 

Of course I'm excited to see all of you at home (and eat Taco Bell, watch Star Wars, etc.) BUT I will leave a part of myself here on the mission. I have loved every minute of my time here in Brasil. This has been an experience that has shaped who I am and who I desire to be. And it has given me the opportunity to help others come unto Christ which is "the most important work we can do in mortality." It's going to be a lot harder to leave than I ever thought it could be. 

But going back to that whole in denial thing. . . I'm going to write about my week as if everything was normal and I'm not "dying" (finishing the mission) this week.

Speaking of "dying", it seems to be tradition in Meg's mission to take a "death" picture of departing missionaries. With limited forms of entertainment for 18 months -2 yrs missionaries resort to some odd ways of entertaining themselves haha
In our district meeting this week, Elder Amaral (our DL) [mom note: District Leader, missionary over a geographical area] asked me to give the treinamento. [mom note: training at their weekly training meeting] Which stressed me out because it's not something that I've ever felt comfortable with. Talk to strangers in the street about God = ok. Speak in front of my district = blegh. BUT I prayed a lot and spent some time preparing and felt that I should talk about the example of the pioneers. We talked about their faith and willingness to sacrifice and how we need these same attributes as missionaries (and members of the church). It was great because everyone participated. Everyone shared their thoughts and scriptures and it wasn't just me talking in the front. So we all learned together. And the spirit was overwhelming in that room. I know that the pioneers didn't go through all that they did for nothing. . . because of them we have the restored gospel available to us. And this is the true gospel of Jesus Christ. I have no doubt about it. 

Megan's district






On Wednesday we watched the worldwide missionary training. [mom note: a training was broadcast to all the missionaries throughout the world] It was fantastic. And it was so cool to think that Pie [mom note: Emily, Megan's sister] and I were watching it "together." I learned a lot about missionary work and how to help people feel the spirit and feel desire to repent. And I saw Jaime Law (i'm 99% sure!) [mom note: a family friend] She was in a "focus group" type thing with a bunch of general authorities talking about various chapters in Preach My Gospel. Super cool.

On Thursday I rolled out of bed and was practically still trying to open my eyes when the phone rang. Sister Gusmão answered it and said "you're joking. . ." She laughed and then passed me the phone and said that the assistants were playing a joke on us. I talked to Elder Tavares and he said that he wasn't joking and that Sister Gusmão had been emergency transferred to Natal. What. Another sister had to go home early and they were one sister short over there so Sister Gusmão had to pack her bags and left Caicó by 9 am. It was rough saying goodbye to her, especially so out of the blue. But I know she'll love Natal and her new companion (Sister Weatherford!!!!!!!!!!) But I miss my filha. [mom note: daughter] And Sister Muria and I are feeling super strange with just the two of us. It seems like we just forgot Sister Gusmão at home or something. But I love Sister Muria and I'm so grateful that at least I'm still with her. 

People, a miracle happened in Caicó this week. It rained! Rained like it hasn't in a long long long time here. And it rained for the whole week. One day we were soaked through, along with everyone else in the city. And the dirt roads are muddy and full of holes and almost everyone's houses flooded a little bit BUT everyone is smiling and thanking God. Places that were dry and dead are now green and full of life. Rivers are full of water instead of dusty and rocky. Truly a tender mercy and an answer to many prayers. I loved seeing the joy on everyone's faces the first day that it really poured. We saw fully grown adults running around in the rain like kids, washing their hair in the run off from the rain, and everyone smiling from ear to ear. But also, for the first time on my mission I was freezing! I was going everywhere with a cardigan. Sleeping with pants and a sweater and a sheet and a blanket and socks. Waking up shivering and wrapping up in my blanket. Unreal. I was joking with Sister Muria that I think Heavenly Father was trying to prepare me for the colder weather at home haha. 

And speaking of the rain, a 9 year old recent convert told us what her schoolmate had said about why it rains. . . He told her that when it rains it's because "Mary is hitting Jesus." What??? Who taught this poor child? But we cleared things up for her haha. 

We're teaching a woman named Dulce (I think I mentioned her before. . .) who was a referral from Irmã Rejane. She is amazing. She has gone to a lot of churches and wants to know which one is right. She is truly searching for the truth. We taught the Restoration this week and it was an extremely spiritual experience. She understood what we were saying and she wants to read the Book of Mormon, she wants to pray, she wants to know if it's true. And my testimony of the Restoration of the gospel was strengthened. As I bore my testimony to her I realized that there truly is nothing else in this world more important to me than what I was teaching her. The fact that Jesus Christ lives and that He established His Church, that through the church we can make sacred covenants to be able to return to our Heavenly Father's presence and live with our families for eternity. This knowledge is priceless. As I handed her the Book of Mormon I saw that she recognized that what we were giving her was much more than just a book. 

And last but not least. . . #minhavida 

+ We had a ward activity (theme: master chef) and I was chosen as a judge last minute. The first member came up to the table with his "dessert" and took off the lid and the smell of eggs filled the whole room. It was egg whites filled with brigadeiro, one peanut, and one m&m. The face you guys are making reading the description was probably really similar to the face I made when I saw it. And then I tried to play it cool and pretend that I really wanted to eat that chocolate filled egg, but I wasn't fooling anyone. Luckily the member told us afterwards that he had done it as a joke. And also the egg wasn't actually that bad, not something I would choose to eat, but it wasn't bad. 

+ I pronounced Whitney Houston, wheechnee hooston this week. Congratulations to me. 

+ All that rain I mentioned means a lot of mud. We were walking casually down the street chatting about life and whatnot and then out of nowhere I slipped. One leg in front, one leg behind me, pinwheel arms, a strange scream, and the only thing that saved me from falling face first in the mud was the fact the I managed to grab Sister Muria's arm and stop myself. It's dangerous out here haha. 

Well I love you all and thank you for all the support during this last year and a half. And I want you all to know that I love this gospel and this work. Being a missionary is a sacred calling. I am honored to be a representative of Jesus Christ here in Brasil and I hope that I can continue doing His work back home. I love my Savior. I love His church. And I know the He lives, loves us, and is at the head of this work. 

Amo vocês.
xoxo
Sister Baker

[mom note: the following pictures are Megan's zone, A zone is comprised of a group of districts]