Will move 300 boxes if you feed me fried chicken! New mission president. The sacrament...He really DOES love you!

Hey everyone! :)

It's been a great week. I've learned a lot. It's also been a strange mix of cold and rainy and hot and humid. Canada is bipolar.

We've been doing a lot of service lately. One kinda weird thing about Quebec is that a TON of people like to move on or around Canada Day. Why? I have no idea. But we've had some pretty interesting experiences with service. For example, one of the members in our ward asked us and the Ste-Foy elders to help him move a giant, insanely heavy stove into the bakery that he and his wife (who is a baker) just bought (fun fact... it used to be a tattoo shop!). The door was super thin, and there were no handholds except for the thin sheet of metal on the bottom, which was covered in oil. Recipe for disaster. The four of us managed to get it through the doorway by squeezing in holding it on only two sides, but as soon as we got it through the door, it fell sideways and almost took out Elder Noorda (I hope his parents don't get a hold of this email.... sorry Noorda family! I promise he's okay!). He rolled out of the way super fast and it fell and may have slightly cracked the tile floor. There was also a window pane shattered, but that one wasn't our fault. :P But yeah! Tons of fun! We also helped an older couple move to Rimouski (three hours north) and they had SO MUCH STUFF. Seriously like 300 boxes plus all their furniture. Kind of insane... we filled both moving vans to bursting. Literally it was impossible to have fit even a blanket into them when we were done. Craziness. But they got us fried chicken so... worth it! :)

We officially have a new mission president. I'm excited to meet him this week... he's coming to do a mission tour in our zone so we're going to have a zone training meeting with him and it's gonna be super fun! :) President Phillips. It's kind of funny how you can already love a person without even meeting them yet!

I learned a great lesson yesterday during sacrament meeting. Just before church, the bishop walked up to my companion and I and asked us to bless the sacrament. We happily agreed. So we walked up and sat down on the stand. The first part of sacrament meeting went pretty normally, and once we arrived at the sacrament hymn, Elder Blackwelder and I stood and began breaking the bread. Then I knelt down and blessed the bread, and we gave the sacrament trays to those passing the sacrament and sat back down. I had my head bowed and was thinking about how I could be more like the Savior when something told me to look up.

I've blessed the sacrament many times in my life, but I've never had an experience like this.

The chapel was very quiet. The trays were still being passed around, and there were some small noises from some of the younger kids, but it was pretty silent. I began to look at the members' faces. Having been in this area for almost six months, I knew most everyone in the room, except for a few tourists who were visiting.

I saw a grandfather and grandmother whose children had all left the house. They sat in silence, eyes closed. I knew they were thinking of Him.

I saw a very busy father and mother, sitting together with their young children. They were reverent and quiet, and I knew they were thinking of Him.

I saw a man who we teach who is struggling with many difficult addictions. He sat perfectly still, hands clenched, eyes closed. I could almost hear his silent prayer. I knew he was thinking of Him.

Everyone in the room was focused on Jesus Christ. I could feel it. I knew it. And in that moment, I was overcome with a feeling of gratitude and love. For just an instant, I could see these people as the Savior sees them. I could look at them and I could feel His love for them. I could feel His love for us.

I have said it before and I will say it again. I will proclaim it for the rest of my life and after. Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world. And He LOVES us. See, he doesn't look at us and see a once-beautiful work of art, broken beyond repair. He doesn't love us for what we've done or haven't done. He doesn't reject us for losing our focus and falling time and time again.

He loves us because we are His. We are His brothers and sisters. And He knows. He knows what we struggle with. He knows how it hurts. He knows what we worry about. He knows how exhausted we can get. He knows how it feels to wonder if we're good enough. He knows everything we feel and everything we are.

He knows everything we can become.

And so He gave His life. He gave His precious blood. For you, for me, and for all of us. Because we are His. Because we are loved. Because we mean the world to Him and to our Father in Heaven.

If you are reading this and you wonder if you're worth it; if you wonder if anyone cares; if you wonder if anyone understands; if you wonder if you're good enough... stop wondering. When a perfect Man knelt in a garden of leaves and chose to give Himself as an offering for your sins, you were worth it. In that moment, He cared. In that moment, He understood. And in that moment, you were good enough.

So keep going. Keep working. And let Him carry you. Because He will; He loves you. He loves us! I know it!

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

Changes = Lessons Learned. Work is fun! Creating a silver lining so you can enjoy the ride no matter what.

Hey guys! :)

It's been a pretty good week. We had our farewell meeting with President Patrick... that was kind of sad. I'm very excited to meet President Phillips, but I'm also a little sad to realize that I won't be seeing President Patrick for a while (or getting brownie bombs for my birthday from Sister Patrick). Change is interesting, to say the least. It's funny... one of the greatest (and hardest) things about serving a mission is that your whole life can change on a dime. Often you have very little warning, and all of a sudden you're in a new area, or you have a new companion, or a new mission president, or a million other things can change. It's all over the place, and it's insane. And I can't say I always like it. But I do love serving my mission. And with every new change comes a new lesson, bringing about a new change in me.

We had a super fun day on Saturday. We woke up and went through the normal morning routine, but instead of changing into proselyting clothes (white shirt and tie), we put on service clothes (t-shirt and shorts) and went out to start what would end up being 11 hours of moves, yardwork, driving, and really good food. To start, we drove to a member's home, where we worked together with several other members to get all of their furniture and boxes from their 4th floor apartment down into the moving truck. From there, we followed the truck across town to unload all of the furniture and boxes into their new basement apartment. After that, we drove to another member's home, where we spent several hours putting branches into garbage bags. The highlight of this part of the day was that this family made us brochettes (kabobs) for lunch. Cool fact about French brochettes - sometimes, they take the brochette and they get a baguette and you put all of the onions and meat and peppers from the brochette into the baguette and then you eat it and then you feel really really full and really really tired. We then proceeded to drive back across town to a Native American town called Wendake, where we helped the Quebec sisters with another move. And then we drove 30 minutes out of town to a place called Shannon, where we mowed the lawn of a member who was out of town for the day. Then another member family in Shannon had us over for dinner. (If you ever get the chance to eat dinner with a family from the Philippines, DO IT) By the time we got home, we were dead tired and covered in sweat and dirt. It was awesome. I slept like a log and woke up Sunday morning feeling like I'd been beaten up by a moose. How grateful I am that the Sabbath is the day of rest. :)

I think one of the biggest things I've learned this week is that no matter what we are asked to do, we can always choose to have fun with it. I've had a really hard time learning this lesson in my life. When things haven't gone according to plan, or when I've been asked to do a task that I really would prefer not to do, I've had the tendency to get kind of melancholy or just grimace and do whatever needs to get done, trudging dejectedly through the mud of my own self-pity.

How silly of me!

Of course we don't have to like everything that happens to us or that we're asked to do. It's pretty unlikely that we will always be given milk and honey through our whole lives (If one of you has figured out how to make that happen... please explain how to me so I can apply your method). But I've also learned that every dark cloud has a silver lining; and if it's up to us sometimes to create that silver lining ourselves, all the better! Whether it be an exhausting day of work, an annoying boss, or an incident involving two children opening a whole lot of Christmas gifts several weeks before the big day (there's a story behind that one... ask my parents), there's always a way to find joy in the journey. There will most certainly be moments where the climb gets steeper and handholds seem few and far between, but if we wait to find enjoyment until everything is going according to plan, I am convinced we will miss out on a majority of those precious little moments that make life so worth living. So let us whistle while we work and enjoy the ride! :)

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

Elder Sykes, Elder Bird, and me! MTC district homies! :)

Weather whiplash! Almost got beat up. Credit where credit is due. Pics!

Hey guys!

Hot. Hot hot hot. Hot. This weather is making me trunky because it is reminding me of home. As most homes here don't have air conditioning, my companion and I just have two fans blasting on us all night. It's kind of fun and at the same time kind of annoying. I'm trying to focus on the work we do rather than the discomfort of the weather. :P Anybody know where to find a cheap AC unit? XD At night I go in and take a freezing cold shower just to convince myself that I am still in Quebec. It's a surprisingly pleasant experience. However, I have not yet reached the point where I am asking for the winter to come back. I'm not that desperate. :)

Oh. Another fun note. Do you know that moment where you're emailing home and you realize that you have exactly one year left in your mission? Yeah. It's a weird feeling. I'm trying to ignore it.

Fun stuff from this week. Well, my companion and I almost got beat up, so that was fun! We had parked on the side of this street and we had our windows down. We were searching for an address, and while Elder Blackwelder looked through a binder, I looked over and saw a man walking out of his home. He walked up to a car on the other side of the street. He looked a little bit terrifying - his head was shaved and he was covered in tattoos, and he carried what looked to be a permanent grimace - but there's plenty of terrifying people on the planet, and some of them can be very pleasant, so I waved at him and said hello. He stopped and looked at me and said, "Do we know each other?" I smiled back and said, "No." And he just looked at me and said, "So why did you just say hello to me." My smile was becoming a little bit difficult to hold. "Just to say hi. You know, being nice and stuff." And he just rolled his eyes, then turned around and started talking to this woman in her car. Then he turned around and walked back inside. Elder Blackwelder and I turned to each other and were like, "Wow. He was kind of rude." And then I started putting the address into the GPS. After a few seconds, Elder Blackwelder tensed up and said, "Dude. Dude. Dude. Dude." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the same man walking out of his house toward us. I kept putting in the address, then I realized he was crossing the street to the car and looking right at me. At about the moment I was wondering how fast Staci could accelerate, he yelled out, "Hey!" So I looked at him, pretty sure I was about to be yanked through the window. He walked on up and crossed his arms and leaned up against the side of the car, with his face right in my window. I could smell alcohol and there were a lot of alarm bells going off in my head. Then he asked us if we were Jehovah's Witnesses (a really really well known religion here). We said we weren't.

"Well who are you then?"

We explained who we were and he said, "Here. Pull into my driveway, and come around behind my house. I wanna talk to you." Then he walked back behind his house.

For a solid few seconds, Elder Blackwelder and I didn't say anything. Then I pulled forward a ways (not into his driveway), but left the car in such a position that we could dive in at a moment's notice and burn rubber outta there. We had a very short discussion about the pros and cons of the situation and decided to go ahead and go back behind the house. And we very tensely approached the little gate that led into his backyard. As we walked up, we found our scary friend sitting around a table drinking beer with a few other slightly less scary men. One of them yelled out in super thick Quebecois, "Hey! You're the Mormons, right?" To which I responded that we were. And all of a sudden they invited us to sit down and he started explaining to us that he helped to build the chapel where we go to church. He talked about how much respect he had for the Mormons and how beautiful the chapel is. Then a little girl ran out and started running around the table. And right then we felt safe. :P Funny how a little toddler can do that to you. Anyways, we had a pretty cool conversation with these guys for a while and then we went on our way. It was pretty fun! :) But yeah! I didn't get beat up! Cool!

The biggest thought that has been on my mind this week is about my role as a missionary. I had some experiences this week that really made me think about what I can take credit for in this work. And the fact of the matter is, I can't take much credit at all. Although my role as a missionary is important, and I need to give it everything I have, there is very little credit - or blame - that I can take for the decisions of those I teach. When an investigator decides to keep a commitment, or to accept a baptismal date, or to keep the Word of Wisdom... the credit for that decision goes to their agency and the power of the Spirit changing their hearts. Likewise, when someone I teach decides NOT to keep a commitment, etc... they take responsibility. This fact does not diminish my responsibilities; I should still be working and praying and trying to do my very best. But in the end... it's not about me. I take full responsibility for all of my own decisions, not for those of anyone else. And I am responsible to do my best. To be exactly obedient and to talk to everyone and to study and pray and be humble and love those around me. I have a lot of work to do.

I think it is very common to become overloaded with a feeling of responsibility for the choices of others. But that simply isn't right. It isn't true and it isn't divine. Our responsibility with regards to others is to teach what we've learned with humility, to expound gospel principles with clarity, and to exhort to repentance with love. That is our calling as members of Christ's church. We are responsible for what WE do. So let us focus on what actions we can take, and give our all to do so.

I love you all!

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

 
Exchanges with Elder Caine and Elder Critchlow! :)

 Exchanges with Elder Sumsion and Elder Roubicek! :)

Sunset from up the hill looking out across the city.

Car antics. Learning to listen. Pics!

Howdy friends! :)

It has been a pretty stressful week. But super fun.

The first part of the week was spent driving all over the city so Elder Peery could say goodbye to everyone. The second half of the week was spent driving all over the city again so that Elder Blackwelder could say hello to everyone. It's been kind of insane. The most crazy day was definitely Wednesday. Let me give you the run down.

So Elder Peery's bus left at 8:30. We got ready and left at 7:45 to get to the Sainte-Foy bus station by about 8. Nice and early and on time and everything. As we were pulling off the freeway near the station, all of a sudden Elder Peery said, "SHOOT." Naturally, I assumed we were about to be totaled by an incoming semi. So I tensed up and prepared to go into evasive maneuvers. Only to find that he was just looking at his ticket with a very confused face.

See, normally, when missionaries leave/arrive in Quebec City, we meet them at the Sainte-Foy station. It's super close to the bridge across the river, which is pretty much the only way to get to Quebec City within a long distance. There is, however, another station, called the Quebec Centreville station, right in the middle of downtown. The office had bought the ticket to leave from the Quebec Centreville station. And we both had only just then noticed this rather important fact. So we picked up the Sainte-Foy elders at MacDo and hopped back on the freeway... just in time to hit traffic. We were still a good 20 minutes away from the Centreville station as the clock ticked past 8:30. So we decided to flip a U turn and fly back down the freeway to the Sainte-Foy station, just in time to catch the same bus as it stopped by the station on its way to the bridge. So Elder Peery ran in and hopped on the bus just before it left. Craziness.

After he'd left, we drove up north about 30 minutes to help our bishop move some furniture (turns out he's moving to Arizona... like 10 minutes away from my house! What?? :)). We spent the next couple hours moving couches and boxes and stuff. Elder Blackwelder was supposed to get in at around 12:15, so we went back to the institute in Sainte-Foy and for their correlation meeting. We stayed for a short time before we had to hop back in the car to pick up Elder Blackwelder. So where do we, as intelligent elders, go to pick him up? Obviously the Sainte-Foy station! :)

We're not very bright. :P

So we finally managed to get down to the Quebec Centreville station at around 1:00 to pick him up. He'd been waiting there for about 45 minutes. Don't I make a great first impression? :P

Anyways. Other than that, we've spent the majority of the week driving around introducing Elder Blackwelder. It's been pretty fun. He's a super chill missionary and works really hard. We're gonna have a great time! :)

One thing I've been thinking about this week is the importance of listening.

For those of you who know me well... you may have noticed (and been too polite to tell me) that I'm not really the best at listening. I've been known to hear problems and simply want to run in and fix them at the first moment's notice. When people have come to me to talk about a problem they have, my first instinct has always been to simply tell them how I think they should fix it. I rarely have been inclined to listen carefully to everything someone has to say.

I've been thinking about how our Heavenly Father communicates with us. When we speak with Him in prayer, it is pretty rare that in the middle of talking about our problems, an angel from heaven shows up to say, "Hey, look, all you have to do is this." (If this is what happens with one of you... please let me know your method. And maybe write a book about it. 'Cause that's pretty extraordinary.)

As I have prayed about my problems and questions and joys and failures and successes, the majority of answers that I've received have not been immediate. The only immediate response I receive most often is the feeling of love and care from my Father in Heaven. My most memorable and sacred moments, those times when I have felt closest to Him, have been those moments where I have felt simply that He is listening. Where I have felt as if He stood just beside me as I prayed. Where I have felt as if no matter how silly or foolish or guilty or annoying I think I may sound, He just loves me and cares about me and wants to hear everything I have to say.

I am convinced that one of the defining characteristics of pure love is the ability to listen. And if we desire to be as our Heavenly Father and His Son are, how important it is that we master this virtue.

God is our Heavenly Father. He loves us and He wants each one of us to talk with Him. We are never, ever so far from Him that He cannot or will not hear us. He is real, and He cares. I know it!

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

Driving to Trois-Rivieres this week, Elder Peery got a hold of my camera, and this is what happened...

More of Elder Peery's antics...

 

My personal favorite...

 

WE ALSO DROVE BY A TANK. Like what??

 

My new comp! Two soaked but happy Elders...I LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY!! Pics!

Hello dearest and darlingest people of mine! :)

It's been a hectic week! My companion is going home in 2 days and so we have been visiting lots of people so that he can say goodbye! And suddenly EVERYONE wants to feed us so I feel about like I'm going to explode. We've had crepes, homemade brioche, grilled pork, more grilled pork, bacon-wrapped grilled cheese (SO not good for you), and in the next few days we are to have even more food. Kind of insane. I don't know if I will be capable of eating anything for the next few weeks.

Fun fact! Did you know the best way to eat a crepe is to just put butter and a light amount of sugar on top and then roll it up and eat it and smile? I do now. :)

Other fun facts. Well, I'm receiving a new companion! His name is Elder Blackwelder and he will be joining me in this lovely city of Quebec for at least the next 6 weeks. So this should be a wonderfully joyful time. It's also kind of insane because during this next transfer (6 week period) I will hit my year mark and that means I will have less time left in the field than I've spent in the field and I am SO not ready for that point. But hey, it hasn't come yet so I will content myself in ignorance. :)

Another fun story. We had two exchanges in a row this past week, which was kind of fun! But also crazy. Anyways, in the first exchange, I was with one of the Ste-Foy elders, Elder Obering (who happened to be in the MTC at the same time as me, but he was called in Spanish). He's serving in the same city as me, but his area is downtown so he doesn't have a car. So I took his companion's bus pass and we bused around my area of Quebec for the evening. Sounds fun, right? Well, kind of.

It started off all right. We went to do some service in his area, and Elder Peery and Elder Noorda dropped us off and left with the car. We did some gardening with a member's friend for a couple hours, then the member took us back to the Ste-Foy elders' apartment. We had appointment soon, so Elder Obering changed into his white shirt and tie and we planned on stopping by our apartment on our way to our appointments. Except the buses took like a million years to get back to our apartment, so we were already late and I ended up just going to our appointments in my service clothes. Which, honestly, was kind of fun. People were a LOT more willing to talk to me when I wasn't wearing a white shirt and tie. Anyways, we went to our appointments and everything was going great. It was lightly raining when we left our last appointment, and we were feeling good. But as we walked a couple blocks over to the bus stop, suddenly the angels in heaven started a gigantic water balloon fight. We started walking much quicker to get to the bus stop, only to find that it was the ONLY bus stop in Quebec without the slightest covering. So we continued to get soaked. The only other man at the stop was wearing a rain jacket and he was laughing at us pretty hard. We were laughing too, and it actually helped us have a pretty great conversation with him. He gave us his phone number and name and we're planning on going to see him sometime this week. It was definitely interesting pulling out my planner and pencil in pouring rain and trying to write down his number. In a heavenly miracle, the one spot on my planner that didn't get wet was the part where I had to write his phone number. God is good. :) It was super funny watching people's faces as we got on the bus that night, one wearing a white shirt and tie, one in a t-shirt and shorts, both wearing name tags and both soaked straight to the bone. Honestly, it was super fun. :)

Man, I love being a missionary. :)

All I can say this week is that the Lord loves us. It would have been really easy for me to have been depressed and angry that while I was trying to serve God here in my mission, I found myself shivering in freezing rain at night in the middle of a foreign country, being made fun of in a foreign language by foreign people who don't even know my name. And yet honestly, I was incapable of wiping the smile from my face that entire night. I am not who I used to be. The Lord has taken my heart and changed me for the better and I owe everything good I do and am to Him and His love. I am so grateful that He loves me enough to let me struggle, to let things not go right in my life. I am so grateful that He loves me enough to catch me when I fall, to inspire me when things get rough and when I feel like I don't want to take another step. I'm not perfect, and I'm not always happy and optimistic. But I am different and I love the Savior for helping me to sacrifice what I want for something better.

Missions are amazing!!! :)

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

We stopped by the fleuve while on exchanges in Montreal.

Elder Caine! He's from the island of Mauritius off the coast of Africa. Super cool elder! :)

Le Super Berger! :) (super bear-jay) In English, super shepherd! We taught Primary last Sunday and he played a very important part in the lesson.

That moment when you get wrecked by a Quebec rainstorm...

Stillllllll smilin' though! :)

Trip to Montreal. Change is difficult for me...so I came on a mission...HA! The Refiner's Fire.

Hi everyone! :)

It's been a pretty great week. We spent what felt like forever driving to and from Montreal this past Wednesday and Thursday, but apart from that, it's been great! We had a good deal of rain come in, so that cooled things down and it's been very pleasant outside for the past few days. :) I love the rain. My companion thinks I'm crazy, but hey, I'm from Arizona. I'll take every drop of rain I can get. :)

We had some interesting experiences while in Montreal. I was on exchanges with another missionary while there and we were just walking down the street when two teenage girls started yelling at each other and arguing a little ways in front of us. They were walking ahead of us (there weren't too many people on the street) and we were just kind of awkwardly listening in to see what they were arguing about. It's possible that they weren't speaking French, but if they were they were speaking way too fast for me to catch anything. Anyways, they kind of stopped arguing and kept walking and we just figured okay, no problems. Then like a hundred feet farther down the road, one of the girls all of a sudden leaned over holding her stomach. We got closer to see if she was alright, but kept a couple feet away just in case she had a tendency to projectile vomit. :P But after a few seconds she looked up and said in French, "I can't breathe." And then just fell over on her side. Her eyelids were fluttering a bunch and I thought maybe she was having a seizure of some kind... I'm no doctor. Another man happened to be walking by in the opposite direction and so he was standing there with us. The other friend, this man, and us all just kind of stood there watching her for a solid second or two, not really sure what to do. Then the man turned to us and said, "Hey, we should probably call 911." So we called 911 and then everything went into super speed. The cops showed up, then an ambulance, then some other friend of theirs, and a bunch of convenient medical personnel happened to be passing by. We were kind of unsure what to do after that... she recovered quickly though and was able to get up and walk around before we left. The whole time I was just thinking, "I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED MORE CLOSELY WHEN I GOT MY FIRST AID MERIT BADGE DANG IT." Go to Scouts kids! You're gonna need it one day! :)

In other news... my trainer is getting married this summer to a sister missionary from France that he met while serving here in Quebec. You know that feeling when the people around you all start getting married? Yeah it's a weird feeling. I kind of don't like it. XD Mewage. Mewage is vut bwings us togevah today. And wuv. Twoo wuv.

For the record... that is an amazing movie.

Anyways. Things have just seemed a little hectic lately. Our mission president is going home in about a month and we're receiving a new mission president and that change is throwing me for a loop. Elder Peery is going home in about a week and that's just weird. In two weeks' time I will no longer have any companions in the mission field. I will be left all alone to write the sad story of my people. :(

With all of these changes and new situations and other stuff, I've been thinking a lot about growth. I'm usually the kind of person who really likes to have a good plan in place and to know what's going to happen. And changes are kind of difficult for me to handle. (hahaha. so I came on a mission. Equivalent to being claustrophobic and moving into a beaver dam.) But I realize often how much I have learned and grown with these changes I have experienced.

Sometimes changes can be really hard. Four months ago when I was transferred to Quebec from Victoriaville, I was pretty shaken up. There were a lot of new people, it was a completely different atmosphere, and everything was just very very different. Really, adjusting to missionary life in general has been one of the hardest changes I've ever had to make in my life. My heart and mind have been twisted and turned and molded throughout my time here, and I am no longer the same person that I was when I walked into the MTC. I don't think I could go back and be the same person I was before, or do the same things I did before. 

I love the terminology of the refiner's fire. We are placed into the furnace of affliction during our lives, usually more than once or twice. Our imperfect and mortal hearts and minds are cleansed and purified by the struggles through which we live, and we are gradually transformed and molded into the image our Master has designed for us. But I was thinking about this analogy and I realized something. The furnace into which the untempered steel or silver or gold is placed does not add new material or element to that which is being refined. Rather, it burns away the impure and imperfect elements from that which is most pure. In brief, the pure brilliant element was always present; it just took intense heat and the touch of the Master's hand to bring it out. Personally, I've always expected that the Lord will simply give me new qualities if I ask for them, pulling them from the heavens and infusing them into my soul. But I've come to recognize that we are all children of our Heavenly Father, created with the potential to become perfect and pure as He and our Savior are. He gives us struggles so that we can burn away the less pure elements of our divine spirits and shine brilliantly as a light unto the world. He does not give us struggles to make us unhappy, but to help us grow and to be literally purified of not only our sins but all of our imperfections.

I'm not saying I enjoy this process. But knowing why we must struggle and hurt and work so hard helps me to continue in faith and hope. And because I know that our Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus Christ love each of us so incredibly much, it is much easier to endure the refiner's fire, knowing I am in Their perfect hands.

I love you all.

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

Cocoa Puffs & Orange Juice. Sore but incredibly happy. Olaf and I have a lot in common... More pics!

Hey guys! :)

So it's been a very interesting week. As my companion and I visited the Montreal temple the Friday before last, we didn't have a normal P-day last week. And this week, our P-day was moved a day back because yesterday was a holiday here in Canada. So... IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE GOTTEN A P-DAY. Today is glorious! :)

I had a lovely experience during breakfast this past week. I was pouring myself a healthy nutritious breakfast of Cocoa Puffs. I had the cereal in the bowl, and an empty Tostitos salsa jar next to it for my daily dose of orange juice. I had the milk and orange juice out on the washing machine (we don't have much counter space, so we use the washer and dryer :P). I was thinking about something else and wasn't paying attention. And I picked up what I thought was the milk to pour in my Cocoa Puffs. Elder Peery was getting out of the shower when he heard from the kitchen, "Awwww mannnn...."

Suffice it to say, Cocoa Puffs aren't quite as tasty when you eat them in a bowl of orange juice. (I wasn't just gonna throw any of it away... I'm a starving missionary! :P)

Other funny things... well, I'm incredibly sore. I don't know if that's funny to me... but maybe for ya'll. We went on exchanges with the Sainte-Foy elders on Saturday, and Elder Noorda took me to do a service project. "We'll just be covering the garden with some dirt."

Well. We drove up to the Sainte-Foy branch president's house to find a giant hill of dirt on his grass. Turns out, he wanted us to cover his whole yard with a layer of dirt. Also, fun fact! His house is on a hill! Do you know what that means? That's right! Elder Noorda and I spent five hours filling wheelbarrows with dirt and carrying them up and down a hill while the sister missionaries raked it level. Man we worked hard. But it was actually super fun. :) But we were super exhausted. And I spent the majority of the weekend rubbing Deep Blue on my calves. :P Then, yesterday, we had the immense pleasure of helping a family in our ward move from their second-floor apartment to a third-floor apartment across the parking lot. That was loads of fun. :) I'm pretty sure my legs may need to be amputated, but no problem!

Honestly though, we had a super fun week. I really love these people who I'm serving with. I love this gospel and I love the fact that I get to share it here in Quebec. Sometimes it's miserably hard work, and sometimes I really just want to crawl into a corner and curl up in a ball. Sometimes people can be really mean. But this is the best thing that I have ever done and I wouldn't give up this chance for all the world.

I am a witness of the truthfulness of this gospel. I know that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ live, and that They love us. And that fact gives me more joy than I can even begin to explain! :)

I love all of you!

En avant!

Elder Bryan McOmber

P.S. It's warming up here. I feel like Olaf singing about summer. "Put me in summer and I'll be a.... happy Elder!" :)

True table tennis! :) 

 This was a super sweet picture if I do say so myself. Voici, Le Chateau Frontenac! :)

 A view of Vieux Quebec from the Fleuve. On my exchange I got to cross the river on a ferry! :)

 Downtown Quebec with the setting sun.

 Elder Noorda et moi! Super fun exchange!

 The Fleuve St-Laurent with rain approaching.

 The Fleuve St-Laurent with rain approaching.

 Hahaha. Elder Peery ate this block of sucre a la creme in one bite. (Basically a block of fudge, without chocolate and with a bunch more sugar. It's a Quebecois thing)

 A river near our apartment. Just got this from the car window. :)