A French "Blessing"

Okay so first I will start off with a little French lesson. In English we often say "bless you" or other such things, so considering the word for thinking or to be pensive is penser. It is logical to assume the French word is blesser. Which in fact it is not. It is very much not. When we wish to bless someone the word is benir and when we want to hurt or cause physical pain to someone then would we say blesser. I don't know how many times at the beginning of my mission I said in a prayer asking God to hurt all those that we know so that they may feel of his power....

With that being said, the title of this email holds double meaning.

It was Sunday morning and my alarm clock was going ringing at its usual 6:30. In the process of very groggily trying to turn off the infernal beeping my alarm clock took a tumble. So as I was once again groggily trying to turn off the alarm clock which was now on the floor, the unspeakable happened.

*duh duh DUUUUUUUUH*

My copy of Jesus the Christ, a wonderful amazing book written by James E. Talmage which just happens to weigh just about 5-10 pounds, also took a tumble and landed by its corner right on top of my toe.

And that is how Sister Cummings broke her second bone and second toe in her life, and is currently sporting crutches.

*pause for transitory music*

This story has actually been a blessing, in both the English sense of the term as well as the French connotation. It taught me a wonderful lesson. There are two kinds of Humility. One chosen and one thrust upon. I have had the opportunity to witness both this week as one I was required to look upon my companion for support and the other I chose to follow the spirit of the Lord and do more work than I had felt like doing and immediately saw the benefits.

As missionaries we keep a record of how many investigators keep the engagement and attend church each Sunday. As usual we struggle to find one who will come. This being said as we found ourselves with nothing to do as a lesson had finished early, we were just about to head home and call it a day when a feeling came to us that we needed to visit an investigator that we hadn't been able to contact for a while. That morning I had prayed that I would be able to feel the spirit of the Lord and use this day that I was given as a missionary as effectively as I and my companion could. We acted on this thought immediately, realizing that it was an answer to the prayer that had been said that morning. We passed by this woman's house and lo and behold she was there! We invited her to church and she not only said yes but invited her three daughters and brother to join as well. Then next day we were among the happiest missionaries alive as we sat with the five wonderful daughters and son of God listening to the words of the Lord being taught to us.

Humility is the ability to accept the will of the Lord. It is not a bad thing to be humble. In fact being humble is much better than being humbled. I am so grateful for the wonderful moments that I have been given to help to be humble and accepting. I love being a missionary and going out and helping others feel the joy that I have felt.

I love you all! Passé une bonne semaine!