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.....hey
guys!
So...
I'm
being transferred. :( I have really loved Quebec and the time I have spent
here. It is a very bittersweet time for me, because while I am incredibly
excited for the time I will be able to spend in my new area, I will dearly miss
everything about this area. These people and these missionaries I've served
with have changed me so much for the better.
I am
being transferred to Hochelaga Plateau, an area on the island of Montreal. Our
truck Staci is being ripped away from me and I will now be on bus and metro. I
am also receiving a new missionary, whose name I will not know until transfer
day this Wednesday. If you could all do me a favor and pray for whoever
this new elder is going to be... he's going to need it if he wants to survive
being trained by me. :P This also means I am being dropped into an area without
any knowledge of how things work (metros, members, how to not die in the big
city, etc)(we call this being "flushed" into an area) and my
companion will be just as clueless as me! So... cheers for being terrified! In
case any of you are wondering, no, I have not really slept for the past few
nights! :P
I
really am excited. But I am also terrified.
Funny
thing that happened this past week: we were walking in this area we're in
fairly often and we were about to walk into this building when we came upon a
very long hopskotch sidewalk. There was a couple mothers and their children
sitting nearby and as we approached one of their children said that it was
necessary that we follow the directions on the hopskotch. Basically, the
directions were to do a catwalk for about 10 feet, then jump criss cross for
another 10 feet, and then hop on one foot for about 20 feet. We kind of
laughed, and then the moms told us that it was in fact necessary.
So
both Elder Blackwelder and I proceeded to play a game of hopskotch. We made
complete fools out of ourselves and it was hilarious. After we'd finished, we
started talking to the mothers and they were much kinder to us than they'd
originally seemed like they would be. Which was awesome! :)
I
think in light of this new change in my mission life, one lesson I've heard
during my mission continues to come to mind, and that is this: faith never
grows when we are in our comfort zone.
The
day before we were to get our transfer calls, I turned to my companion and
said, "Elder, I've got a bad feeling that I'm going to be flush training
in Montreal on bus and metro." And literally less than 24 hours later,
my fears were confirmed. :) There are so many things that I don't know how to
do and so many things that I'm worried about. In essence, I am VERY
uncomfortable! And you know what? That is so awesome! Because being out of our
comfort zone is the most efficient way to grow our faith! I was praying a few
nights ago about this next week, hoping and begging that everything would go
alright and we would be okay. And you know what? I know it will! Because while
our Heavenly Father may send us into situations that are new and foreign and
strange and awkward and sometimes really terrifying, He does not send
us alone.
"And
whoso receiveth you, there I will be also, for I will go before your face. I
will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your
hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up." (D&C 84:88)
While
we may be worried, and while we may fear, we have to always remember that we
never stand alone! :) I know it!
En
avant!
Elder
Bryan McOmber
Sister and Brother Falardeau,
Moi
Moi, Brother Paradis
I love that boy!!
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