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
mouthpiece 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 sole hope for this life is to
learn the things of this world so that we may become like 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
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