Well, this is actually the first week of my mission in Montreal where I can honestly say I did NOT capture one, single historical document. My computer software has been broken for two weeks. The week after it happened, I moved to another computer so I could keep working. At the end of that week everything shut down at that computer as well. And so last week I was just on vacation. While the vacation has been fun, it's not what I came to Canada to do. I came here to work for my Master to help prepare the world for His Second Coming. But I have no control over an inoperable computer. I'm disappointed. I've notified my supervisor numerous times and nothing is being done about it.
I'm having a hard time understanding why it takes two weeks to repair a glitch in software. I can do nothing but wait. Patience is not my strong suit but I've had plenty of opportunity to practice it this past week. I've been studying about patience and long-suffering during my gospel study this week. One of the definitions that I found for long-suffering which seems very applicable here is "patience in spite of troubles, especially those caused by other people." I have no control over this situation, other people do.
This has been a symbol I look at every day to remind me of the importance of my work in linking families to their ancestors.
Now this is what it feels like to me...completely broken down.
God continues to tutor and refine me on this mission. . .
In happier news, here are some of the things I did to fill my time this week.
I decked my halls and I'm READY for Christmas! The MOST WONDERFUL time of the year!
On Transfer Eve I went to the Papineau chapel to see the "transfer circus." I knew that many missionaries meet up at this chapel to hook up with their new companions or to get a ride to the airport or train station at 5 pm. I've never seen it before and wanted to experience it once on my misson. I was the only female there. Hehe. It was so heartwarming to see how much these elders care about each other. I loved hearing the expressions of love they shared with each other and watching the enthusiastic hugs and back slapping.
I helped in the office on transfer day and said goodbye to our lovely departing missionaries.
Here's one I'm REALLY going to miss! Since we're both Sister Jones, we've joked her whole mission that she is my niece. We've sucked in a lot of the young missionaries with our prank! Haha! I love my Sister Jones dearly.
I wrote this note in her passport on the first day she arrived in the mission. Several months later she shared with me that it helped to lift her spirits during hard times.
I visited la grande bibliothèque, the big library, which is just down the street from my apartment building.
Check out this awesome sundial!
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