Many Many Miracles

Wow this week has been crazy! For one thing, due to my lovely companion's injury, We have a car! Just in time for the freezing rain, slush, and snowy combo! It has really been quite the event to try to not only drive the car but park the car in a snowy big city. But I guess all those times of my father pulling the emergency brake so I would know what to do in the event of a fishtail has actually paid off.

So we are now enjoying the luxuries of being able to feel our toes in -31 degrees Celsius. Which has only happened once so far. But Ironically this happened to be the one day that somehow our balcony door was pushed open, we're blaming Alfred our friend pigeon. So after a long day of rushing around to the four corners of West Montreal we get home to a freezing cold apartment. Insanely cold actually. We had to break the ice in the toilet to be able to actually use the thing and then had to pour hot water down so the pipes would unfreeze...which was probably not smart to do so in that order but hey it worked. =D All four of us in the apartment put on a million layers of clothings and slept with hand warmers in our slippers. It was cold, and ironically one line from "Let it Go" was stuck in my head. "The cold never bothered me anyway". But hey! I've heard that I can now become a Canadian Citizen after passing this trial by ice. =D

There have been so many miracles this week. With members so willing to give more than half of the contents of their cabinets to a family in need. Answers to prayers right and left and not only that but being able to be safe.

I realized recently that I have written about many of our lessons that we have out here in Hochelaga so here is a miracle that happened just yesterday. We were headed off to the Wedding reception hall that our group meets in and it was locked. So our meeting was closed and we found ourselves over at a family’s house. While Sister Avaemai helped the mother cook lunch I helped her daughter work on her Personal Progress. Lulu is an amazing young woman who is getting baptized on Saturday along with the rest of her family, and we have been helping her get into personal progress. Before we started we said a prayer and discussed any questions that she had. She admitted that she was having concerns. That she wasn't sure she was making the right choice about being baptized. We talked about it a little bit and then I felt encouraged to speak to her about faith, which as many know is part of the personal progress program. We started reading Alma chapter 32 and stopped every once in a while to discuss about it. However after reading verse 31 she stopped. And started crying. Through sobs she said she had finally received her answer, this fourteen year old girl described her feelings as if she had a weight taken off her shoulders and that she could finally breath and not only that but she could fly. The spirit was with us and with her as she was able to find the answer to her prayers

I know that God loves us and he hears every one of our prayers. Please keep this wonderful family in your prayers this week as they prepare for baptism. Satan works his hardest with those who are growing. I love you all and thank you for your prayers that have kept me safe.

Love,

Sister Cummings

Little time

I don`t have much time today but I would like to leave with you a little story.

One of the object lessons that my companion loves to use is one involving a dozen nails and a bottle cap. You poke one nail through the bottle cap so as to make a stand. The point is to put all the nails balanced on the one nail without touching the ground or the nail, only the nail head. After about five minutes of letting those we teach puzzle that out we explain more by asking, what is life? They members of the family share little things that they think is part of life, such as family, church, school etc. etc. and we stack the nails in a certain way. We then make the connection that this one nail that stands in the middle is Jesus Christ. After balancing the careful constructed apparatus on top of the nail, we explain further. We talk about how sometimes parts of our lives seem to fall apart, at this point one of us aggressively hits the table. Obviously the nails on top of the one nail fall, but not the one. Not the one that is Jesus Christ.

It happened one time when during the lesson it clicked. I realized something that I couldn`t believe I hadn`t seen before. Christ as we know was the only perfect being. Which got me thinking what would I do if I was perfect? Wouldn`t that mean that I could do everything perfectly? So what would be stopping me from taking over the world? Yet he didn`t. He was born in a stable. He came to minister not to be ministered unto. He came and let them take his life because he loved us. He loved us so much that he gave that one gift that is treasured above everything else. I know that my redeemer lives, I know that he gave his life so that we may  live with peace and comfort in this life and the one to come. I know these things with all my heart and I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to serve my God, the one who served me, to share this message with the people of Montreal. I love you all and I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ Amen

Sister Cummings

Christmas in the Hospital

Christmas was amazing! I am so so so so so so so so happy I was able to see my family. Even if my brothers are now taller than me and Jared is growing a beard... Anyways We spent the holiday visiting families and spreading the holiday spirit! So you may be wondering why I have titled this email as such. Well part of spreading the holiday spirit was passing a soccer ball while waiting for one of the members of the family to drive us to our next appointment. And Sister Avaemai is too good at soccer, so good that the ball couldn't even keep up! This being the case she twisted her ankle in a rather morbid manner which resulted in us attending a two hour long edition of Canada Healthcare: Christmas Emergency Room Edition. The result of which was a nurse informing us that we could pay eight hundred dollars and treat it tonight or eighty and treat it the next day. So we chose the latter and spent the very next day attending the second season running at four hours of Canada Healthcare: Boxing Day Emergency Room Clinic Edition. Oh ya! Had no idea what Boxing day was until I got to Canada, its like Black Friday for Christmas. Anyways the doctor informed us that her ankle wasn't broken it was just severely sprained. It was after this that Sister Avaemai informed me that her name in French actually means "Bad Feet." Isn't that ironic =D

Anyways after many hours of resting and icing her foot Sister Avaemai was able to jump back into the life of the missionary, well not literally. Anyways that brings me to this week’s miracle. We were in the process of traveling which here in our area takes about an hour to get anywhere by no matter which form of transportation (bus, metro, and walking.) So we had just gotten off one bus when we realized our next bus was just about to take off. At that moment God gave Sister Avaemai's ankle strength, we both can testify. She came from barely able to walk to sprinting faster than I and being able to get on that bus. We got onto the bus and both of us were a little shocked that we made it but then we realized why. Sister Avaemai immediately recognized a man who had been one of our investigators but who we had lost contact with when he had traveled to Haiti for a family problem. It turns out yet again we were in the right spot at the right time, for this man had just lost his Sister. We were able to talk about the Plan of Salvation and later on that night the Elders gave him a priesthood blessing.

For it seems the third week in a row the Lord has showed me that he sends his servants where they need to be and prepares them to do what they need to do. In school we are taught about how a plot line works in reference to stories, how there's the build up, the climax and the exposition. I have come to realize that every moment in our lives is its own separate plot line. Every moment we are prepared to handle, whether it be hard or easy. The Lord prepares his servants to fulfill his work, and I am so blessed to see this. It has been already six months that I have been on my mission and the thought of leaving my mission fills me with a bittersweet feeling. I don't want to leave this life, being a missionary has filled me with such joy that I cannot even start to explain it. I am so glad that I still have a year to experience more. I know that my Father in Heaven loves me and I see everyday that he loves everyone. I say these things in the Name of Jesus Christ

Joyeux Noel

This is Sister Cummings from the frozen tundras of the North saying "Joyeux Noël!" This is a wonderful time of year full of gift giving and singing, I can`t think of any better way to spend it than in Santa Claus`s mission doing the work of the Lord. I`m not joking though, did you know the Canada Montreal Mission includes the north pole in its borders? Well it does and after I realized that I sort of felt the irony. In our society we have grown to see that Christmas is all about gumdrops, rain deer, Santa, gifts, shopping etc etc etc you name it and you can see that our Christmas is very much a commercial dream. And it is important that as we live in this that we keep in mind what is the real meaning of Christmas.

As a missionary we contact many people using cards, and this season the church has instructed us to use a special card referring people to the "He is the Gift" video that the church has directed to remind people what the real meaning of Christmas is, I highly highly recommend watching it if you haven`t done so already. Anyways there was one day while my companion and I were on the metro heading home after a long day that something happened. I was so tired and we had already contacted what seemed to be a million people that I was ready to just quit. But I remember having a feeling to look up at the corner of the metro and I saw a woman there with a broken arm who looked just so sad. Something inside told me to give this woman a card, I shook it off but every metro stop that the woman didn`t get off the thought came back, give this woman a card. I said a little prayer and said if she were to get off at the Jean-talon stop then I would give her a card. Lo and behold she did. And lo and behold I again pushed the feeling to give a card, making the excuse that my companion was already far ahead and that I needed to be with my companion. Again the thought came, I said another prayer, God if I am suppose to give this woman a card, my companion is going to turn around right now. And at that exact moment that I thought the word "now" my companion turned around. Without thinking I turned around and went to the lady. I believe I said something along the lines of Merry Christmas as much as my awkward mumbled French could take and gave her the card. She smiled took the card and said thank you, when I looked into her eyes they started to tear up. And that was it. All of that struggle for that simple moment of giving a woman a piece of paper.

Except it wasn`t just a piece of paper. On it was a picture of Christ and in large words "he is the gift." I know that I was guided by the spirit to give that simple message to this woman, and not only was I guided but in my stubbornness God knew how important it was for her to receive that simple card that he allowed me multiple attempts. This Christmas think about others. Think about a simple baby who thousands of years ago was born under the humblest of circumstances. It is my testimony that I know Jesus Christ lived  and died and lives again. Merry Christmas to all.

Love,
Kayla

Flash Mob

Thats right everyone Sister Cummings was part of a flash mob! It actually happened last week but I had forgotten to include it in the weekly email. As an effort to contest the arrival of the Book of Mormon the Musical that has come to Montreal, the Montreal stake launched a large publicity plan and part of it was a flash mob. We all went to one of the biggest malls on the island (obviously arriving at different times) and began walking around and talking to people and contacting. And then suddenly you hear the beautiful voice of Miss Lambert (I forgot her first name but she is a very popular LDS Opera star here on the Island) singing "Angels we have heard on high" however in French so it was even more gorgeous. Everyone is looking around trying to find her and then you see her coming down an escalator. A couple of others on mikes started singing the other parts and then everyone slowly joins in singing the First Noel and Far Far away in Judea's Land. I have never felt so strongly the Christmas spirit. While we were singing it made me think of How the Grinch stole Christmas particularly the scene where in the darkness there is one light and one voice that grows and grows until the whole place was light. What a marvelous feeling of Joy and Happiness!

Okay enough about last week, onto the recent things. I have survived my first blizzard as a missionary, with about a foot and a half of snow which results to hip high piles of snow on the side of the road. But hey! Good News! Canada spends the majority of its budget in providing means to clear roads and sidewalks so those hip high hills disappeared within two days and were brought from one place by truck to pretty much a dump for snow on the outskirts of the city.

 Have you ever had those moments that you feel you are in the right place at the right time? As missionaries we feel that more often than most. I would say more often than I get a craving for Mcdonalds (aka way too often.) We are taught at the beginning that we need to follow the spirit to know where and when we need to be to talk about what God needs that we talk about. For example my companion and I had just finished our lesson with a recent convert and found ourselves free after an unexpected cancellation. So we called a member and asked if we could drop by and give a lesson. With this member we generally would meet at the McDonalds just down the street from her house as she didn't feel comfortable taking the lessons in her house. However this time we were inspired to ask that we meet at her house. Which she graciously agreed to. Neither of us really knew why until we were walking to her house and saw a girl crying two houses down. We went up and asked her what had happened. She explained through tears what had happened and how she had found herself outside of her house with her things in a bag. She was at that moment waiting for help in the freezing cold with only a coat to protect her. We offered to stay with her until help arrived and mentioned that there was a warm house not too far away that she would be welcomed to come to. She surrendered and came with us to the lesson. The Spirit was so strong and the young woman that came with us felt the peace and the love. Not too long afterwards help arrived and our new friend had to leave. We gave her our number and hugs and said goodbye. We do not know what has happened with her but the spirit has told both Sister Avaemai and I that we had worked directly as tools as God comforted his daughter in heaven.

Not only missionaries can receive these promptings, they come to everyone in different ways and it isn't until later that we realize what had happened. Imagine what could have happened if my companion and I had not chosen to meet with this sister and give the effort to walk all the way to her house. I know that God loves his children and protects them from danger. I am so grateful to be a missionary here at this time. Thank you to all who keep me and my companion in your prayers. I love you all! And Merry Christmas!  

6 Months Out

Yes in fact she did! But it was only an itty bitty blond stripe that is really the exact color of my hair in the summer =D My wonderful and beautiful companion Sister Avaemai was really really wanting to color her hair but did not want to do it alone. After much pleading I finally gave in to the little childish dream I have had for years and years. Why is my rebellious stripe coming out on my mission? Just ask my companion =D

So besides looking just a little bit like Anna from Frozen, life is pretty wonderful here in le groupe de Hochelaga. We just received the news last Saturday that Sister Avaemai and I will be staying together in the area! I couldn't help but smile. The assignment was a direct answer to a prayer.

Its crazy to think that in just eighteen days it will be my six month mark. There is no way that I am almost a third done with my mission. It is impossible! Yesterday was just the fourth of July at the MTC! And now we just celebrated American Thanksgiving last week in the not so balmy weather of Montréal!

What wonderful miracles we have seen this week! Particularly what I have seen in myself! I am not who I was when I left June 25th 2014. Nor will I be the same right now as I will be on December 22nd 2015. A mission is very much a time where I am being changed. And right now all of these changes are for the best.

In life it sometimes seems that we are in the refiners fire. That no matter what we do something always goes wrong. We are in an uncomfortable place where we feel there is no hope. But here is a little something. There is ALWAYS hope. We are ALWAYS loved. And we will ALWAYS make it through. In those moments that we feel in the refiners fire we should pause and just be grateful to be in the light rather than the darkness. We should rejoice to be in the warmth rather than the cold. And we should sing at the opportunity to be in the masters hand.

I am so grateful to be on a mission. I get to talk to people everyday and tell them that they have a chance at eternal life no matter what they have done. I encourage everyone who is debating on going on a mission to earnestly pray. I can tell you that it has helped me so much and I look forever to the future. I love this world. I love Québec and I love the Lord. I say these things in his holy name, Jesus Christ, Amen

A Miracle a Day

It feels like it was only yesterday that I was watching the fireworks at the fourth of July at the MTC. I am feeling ancient. I have looked forward to a mission for what? How long? At least ten years. At Least. And now here I am almost an entire third of the way through! I don't want this to end! This Saturday we receive our transfer calls to see if either Sister Avaemai or I will be transferred. Honestly I am hoping and praying that neither of us go. But I guess wherever I am asked to go I will go willingly.

Now I don't have much time today but I would like to share with you a miracle. Wow kind of hard to think of just one! Sister Avaemai and I have gotten into the habit of writing down one miracle per day. Which has brought so many blessings for us. But here is a really amazing thing that I saw this week. There was one day this week that was so overly freezing and my companion had forgotten her warm winter coat at home that we were just praying for a miracle that we would not have to walk all the way over to a lesson we had that night. Our prayers were answered and a member calls us out of the blue asking if he could come to a lesson with us. He ended up being free that night and he and his wife gave us a ride in their nice warm car! Golly that was amazing!

We also found a new investigator who called us Sunday morning asking us how to get to the church building! Wow! It had ended up that this past Sunday was the Primary Program and all the little children got up and talked about how the gospel has blessed their families. Our investigator was so impressed at the feeling of unity in the building that he told us he would come back every Sunday. Through the mouth of babes he felt the spirit so strongly. Which made me think. God gives his light and his spirit to everyone, no matter the age. Everyone has the potential to give Gods love. So why not everyone receive Gods love. We are getting into the Christmas time and as your friend, sister, daughter, niece, etc. etc. on her mission I ask you to just look around you and give your love to those who may not even know that they need it. I love you all! A la Prochain!

PS- tune in next week to see if Sister Cummings has dyed her hair or not ;D

The Field is White

First before the weekly report, a little summary of the weather. It has snowed everyday this week until last night where it all magically melted and dried up. I am currently sitting here with only a light spring jacket on...I am kind of feeling like I am in the eye of the storm. Danger is on the horizon.

I am LOVING this area! As I mentioned before we have a lot of Haitian foods here...I mean people... And there isn`t anything better than learning how to make these delicious foods...through obviously these amazing people. Anyways I learned how to make rizcollé this week which is basically a type of fried rice and beans. Which is also known as heaven in a bowl. Literally can`t get enough of it. We`re making it again after we finish emails today.

I have seen so many miracles this week! A less active that we have begun meeting with has started to overcome challenges and attended church with her daughter yesterday! Our area used to be part of a giant ward that covered all of Eastern Montréal that would meet in a building in the South East portion of the Island, until about a year or so ago the stake decided to form a group in the North. They had realized that many members became inactive just from being so far away from the church building. So most of our work out here is rounding up the less actives. This being said we work so much with these people that we don`t generally teach investigators as much as I did in Mascouche. However this week something changed. We had a day where we were both feeling really sick and maybe a little down trodden when we decided to hitch up our skirts and head out the door. In just three hours we were able to find two new investigators and teach five lessons! Talk about reaping the benefits.

Sometimes we feel as if we are maybe a little bit better than the rules or that we don`t need to accomplish the things we are asked to do because we feel justified. Its at these times that we have a choice, we can give in to the justifications or we can travel through the hard times. Its at those moments that God blesses us the most after we have proven to ourselves and to him that we are strong enough to be worthy of his gifts. It is only then that we can not only receive the blessings he gives us and recognize the blessings he gives us. I know that our Father in Heaven loves us and I know that I am in the right place that I need to be to learn these things. I know that through the Prophet Joseph Smith that God Restored his church on this Earth. I know that this is the only true church. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Je suis un Bonhomme de Neige

This directly translates to I am a good man of snow, which of course in French means snowman. Because here is the news this week ladies and gentlemen. We have snow. And I don't mean just no flurries. I'm talking up to ankle high snow. Which means Sister Cummings has officially broken out the winter boots.

 Don't get me wrong, I love looking at snow but some of the magic is kind of lost when you realize you have to actually walk through the "magic" for hours on end. The magic is not lost though on my beautiful Tahitian companion, who has now officially played with snow for the first time.

We have had three baptisms this week into our beautiful little group of Hochelaga, each one had the opportunity to share their testimonies of how they found the church and the first moment they knew the church to be true. Which made me think of when I received my first testimony. As a tradition in our family we receive a pair of scriptures on our eighth birthday. I had received mine but it wasn't until my younger brother Jared had received his that I really began to read them. If any of you know my brother he is really good about making a goal and achieving said goal. At the age of eight he made the goal that he would read a chapter a day of the scriptures. So as any competitive older sister I made the same goal. Admittedly I didn't follow through nearly as much as he did but there was one scripture that everything changed. I read the scripture in 1 Nephi 22:30 which is where Nephi gives his testimony. It was at that moment when I was ten years old that I got down on my knees and asked if the Book of Mormon was true. I will never forget the feeling of comfort that I felt at that moment. That was my answer. And every time after that I pray to know the truth I receive the same feelings. That this church is true. That this gospel is true. And that through divine guidance the Prophet Joseph Smith translated the Book of Mormon so that we can be able to read and know the truth for ourselves. This week I ask you to pray once more to know the truth of the Book of Mormon. Even if you already know for yourself, feel of his love again.

I love you all!

Kayla

People of Montreal

Its official world. It has snowed here. And I have broken out the winter coat, as well as half of Montréal.

Speaking of which many people have asked me to tell any funny stories, so in keeping with the oncoming winter I'm going to tell this one. My companion and I were waiting in line to receive some medication when a rather large woman (I mean large as in tall and well built not as in «woah that girls has eaten way to many poutines») An elderly oriental gentleman, who was standing behind me in the line, flinched and gasped as she walked by. Of course, me being the onlooker, made eye contact with the gentleman. He told me in French «That woman scared me,» He asked me why I was here (obviously asking for what need I was in the pharmacy) and I took the opportunity to say I'm a missionary. After determining I was from the United States and that I had never felt a winter as hard as those in Montreal the conversation quickly turned to ancient Chinese medical practices. After instructing me to put onions on my feet for a cold he told me he knew how to never get sick in the winter and that he wanted to show us. Well after we had received what we were waiting for the man led us over to a wall and promptly instructed us how to get rid of winter sickness. This took the form of the man slamming his head against the wall seven times while not breathing. If any would like to try this it is seven times for a man and nine for a woman. I had to try so hard not to laugh at the fact that this man was slamming his head on a wall in a Pharmaprix in the middle of Montreal Canada.

Well considering the conversation above was in full French I believe I am growing in the language. I have been mistaken twice as someone from France and told four times that I do not have an American accent. *Fist pump* I seem to have mastered understanding the Quebecois accent and now I need to understand the Haitian accent. The area we are working in has a high Haitian population (say that five times fast) and therefore a high possibility of eating Haitian food every night. And as I am sure my wonderful cousin in the south can attest that Haitian food is heavenly.

Good news! I got all moved in!

This weeks miracle is this. We visit with a woman in the group that is young woman age, but since there is no young woman`s program in our little almost branchist thing we help her with her personal progress. We were doing so one day and we noticed that there was something bothering her. Afterwards we were talking about the lesson, my companion decided to call her up and ask her if she would like a blessing. Something about Sister Avemai is that she has such a testimony in the priesthood that she never stops seeking for the opportunity to share it with others. The sister said yes and we scheduled a time with the Elders so that they could give the blessing. The change in this sixteen year old girl from before and after the blessing was instant. She felt the love from the blessing and you could tell that a huge burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. We do not know what was the thing that burdened her so much but I can honestly say that I have never before been in a lesson that the spirit has been so strong. I know that this church is true and I know it holds the true authority from God to give priesthood blessings such as this. I love this Gospel and I love these people. And I know Montreal will forever have a place in my heart.

The Island of Life

This is not in reference to a tropical island as much as I wish it to be so...It is really quite chilly... But hey the Island that I am talking about is Montreal! (did you know it was an island? Took me a month of my mission to find that out...) I am LOVING it here! Walking! Buses! Metros! Golly!! This is really quite fun! I get to actually talk to people! And generally they are first language English speakers completely by chance! Or is it? *insert dramatic music here*

The area I am serving in is called Hochelaga Groupe. Which pretty much covers the Northwest side of the Island. This area used to be part of the large Hochelaga ward, but because the church building was so far away the stake decided to develop a group that would meet in the North. This group isn't even big enough to be a branch just yet but we have sent in the application to become a branch and should be finding out around the beginning of next year.

My companion is AMAZING! She is so talented! When she plays the guitar I just want to cry its so beautiful! And I'm not going to even talk about her AMAZING ability to play the Ukelele too! Oh! I'm just dying just thinking about it! Also Sister Avaemai is one of the best cooks on this side of the border. I don't think I have loved pasta more than at the moments she has made it for me!

Each transfer I like to make a theme, and this transfers theme is *insert drum-role* Trusting in God. In life we are put into situations that we really do not know what the outcome will be. Sometimes it feels like we are in one of those corn mazes that I would do as a kid. You can't climb or check where you are and you just run around until you have no idea where even the entrance is. But there is always someone there willing to guide you and who knows exactly what will happen in the end. That is our loving Heavenly Father. God has a plan for us, he has prepared a way for us, it is just our choice to use that path or make our own. He is always there when we need him and through a prayer we can ask him for his help. And he always gives it. In his own time. I love the Savior and everything that he does for me. Although the road gets rough he is always there to guide us. And it is my testimony that he does this through sending his restored gospel to the Earth once more, through the teachings of this the true Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I know these things to be true with all of my heart. And these things I say in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Soeur Kayla Mae Cummings

470 Rue Gilford Ste 300

Montreal, QC H2J 1N3

CANADA

Transfers!

Well friends and family this week we received transfer calls, and as you can probably guess I received the news that I will be leaving the beautiful land of Mascouche. I love the people of this land so very very much, and it is hard to think that I have only been here for three months. As sad as it seems there is good news! I will be leaving Mascouche but will be staying in the same stake and serving in Hochelaga East! Which is an area on the Island of Montreal! I'M GONNA BE LIVING IN A BIG CITY!! Ridin' Metros and Buses! My New companion is Sister Avaemai who comes from the tropical lands of Tahiti. That's right world I'm having a Tahitian companion, I will actually have to talk in French for the majority of my time.

As some may know but most don't, on the night of transfer calls all missionaries are required to go home an hour early to make sure they are in a good place to receive calls. As a result of this lovely thing my roommates/companion and I had a halloween party =D Don't worry world we took pictures =D

Hmm now as for this week's miracle? It's hard to pick just one! But I'll go ahead and start with this one. I was asked to give a talk in sacrament meeting...in French...in front of the congregation...who actually know French... As any good missionary I took the entire week to plan it out, day one- pray, day two- study preach my gospel, day three- pray etc. etc. until day six- write it. And it worked! I had prepared so much just for five minutes at the podium speaking a language that I have only begun to comprehend. This didn't stop me from being nervous to speak though... for those of you in the "know" you know what happened last time I gave a talk... So I did the one thing that I could right before, I prayed. I prayed with a fully sincere heart that I would be able to do this. I got up to the microphone and it felt like I was only as bystander. There were words that I used that at this moment I don't understand the meaning of. I felt at that moment that I was the Lord's mouth​piece as he filled my mouth with the words that others needed to hear. As for the talk I had written I only looked at it a total of six times. This was truly a miracle for me. God knew how much I needed his help and how much I was willing to accept it.

Throughout life we are given trials, we are given heartache and sadness, and many ask why this does happen? A loving father would not do this? But the answer is quite the contrary. Our so​le hope for this life is to learn the things of this world so that we may become li​k​e our father in heaven. He gives us those opportunities to learn. As I child I have many fond memories of my own father helping me as I struggled to learn what fractions were. At many moments I wanted to give up and let him do it, he had all the knowledge so why not let him? But he lovingly coaxed me through. Sitting quietly and making faces as I tried for myself and helping me when I got the answer wrong. Our Father in heaven is the same. He guides us through our hardest times, he will not relieve us though. As much as it felt I was a bystander during my talk I still had to put in the effort to get to that point. I had to write my talk and I had to stand at the microphone, only then did he help me even more fully. It is my testimony that we all have a loving Father in heaven. Who loves us and is waiting for us to only ask him and he will lovingly guide us. I know this to be true with all of my heart. Et je dit ces choses au nom de Jésus-Christ, sa fils, Amen