Fasting

Funny things have happened this week. When I say funny I don't mean laughing out loud funny, I mean slightly out of ordinary funny that ends up going very well. I believe I have gained a complete testimony of Fasting.

But first some stories. I bet you didn't know that there are a few words in English that when said with a French accent are really Really REALLY bad curse words in Quebec, Canada. Note to self the word for sacrament is in fact "saint-cene" and not "sacrement"...

Another thing about Canada is that they have these amazing signs in all the neighborhoods. I'm not sure what the literal translation is but I attached a photo of it. The gist of it is "be wary of children for they could be yours" with a lovely drawing of a dead child. Golly I'm loving Canada!

This has also been a week of giving gifts. It was my companion's year mark as well as Sister Leano who is another sister we live with. She kept "subtly" hinting that she wanted a balloon for her year mark. So as a suprise we gave her one. She squealed and continued to bounce around for about two hours and then slept with it on her wrist. I have a video but it is too large to send. You are just going to have to trust me that it was hilarious. I did attach a picture of her the morning afterwards still very very content with her balloon named "Lo Lo Bo Bo." We also may or may not have filled their car with a bunch of balloons with inspirational messages written on them...

Remember that wonderful amazing sister we are teaching to ride a bike? Well she is taking the lessons! And not only that she came to church! Oh my goodness what a story! Okay. Story time with Sister Cummings. Its time to get serious.

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*note read the following in Thomas S. Monson's Voice

It was fast Sunday, and I had decided to fast for our investigators that they might find answers to their prayers and know the truthfulness of this gospel. My companion and I arrived at church three hours before the meeting started, and we waited for our investigator to arrive. But she did not come. In our saddened state we shuffled to the chapel and the meeting began. We were still quite sad when the Sacrament had been passed and nobody showed up. And then suddenly the door opened. And I swear I could hear the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing Handle's Hallelujah Chorus, for there stood our wonderful and loved Luna. Much happier now Sister Munive and I became fully engaged in what was happening around us. It was a Fast Sunday so as per tradition we had a testimony meeting. And oh how beautiful were those testimonies. I have no idea what was being said but the feelings that were whispered by the spirit were so beautiful. As we came to the close of the meeting and the congretation was waiting for just one more speaker to finish it off nicely, our own Luna stood up. Sister Munive turned to each other in confusion, believing that she was leaving the chapel for some reason unknown to us. However we soon realized what was happening as Luna walked to the microphone. The smiles on our faces were so large my cheeks felt sore for hours afterwards. She talked about her family and how she had been searching for the good word and searching but she could not find it. She had said a prayer that she might find the right church. This was when she met the missionaries. She then stood at the pulpit on her very first moment of being in church and after only know of the gospel for a week and proudly declared "Je sais que ce c'est le bon parole." Which translates to "I know that this is the good word." She closes her testimony and I look around. Many members are crying including myself and Sister Munive. I know that this was an answer to my fast and what a beautiful answer it is.

We are receiving transfer calls this weekend, although it is very very unlikely that I will be transferred because I have not had the opportunity to finish my training. It still is a possibility that I may leave Mascouche. I'll keep you posted!

Je vous aime!!

Soeur Cummings