One of my favorite memories from my first area was a couple of months into my time there. I'd been having a difficult time adjusting. My first several weeks were really, really hard. One Sunday at Church in the American ward, a young sister invited us over after church for dinner. Dinner invitations didn't happen very often. Her husband had been deployed, and she was alone and lonely. She apologized as she served us canned tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches with A & W root beer. Yay for comfort food!! She didn't have any furniture, so we sat on the floor with her. She apologized for the simplicity of her offering, but it was heaven to me. Such a simple experience, but I felt the Lord's love profoundly. I learned again that the best we can offer, imperfect though it may be, is exactly what the Lord needs to accomplish His purposes. So it must be with me too, even if I can't speak the language perfectly, even if I still struggle with self-confidence, when I try and offer the best I have, I can help to accomplish His purposes. I don't even remember this sister's name. I wish I had written it down, but I love her.