Bank for Native Missionaries (December & January): 18.76$ 

Today was a rather queer (my new favorite word: read Alice in Wonderland and you’ll notice it everywhere) day. Maybe it’s not the right word too, but anyhow. Life at my grandparents has been quite the usual since I came back from Christmas break, but today it was sort of tough, I don’t know how to explain the feeling.

You see my grandma had gotten men slippers by mail and now my grandpa was sending them back. This implies a 15-minute walk to the post office. Oh well, I guess he went and came back, but then they got a phone call and he had to go back again, I’m not sure why. I was in my pj’s and it was around 10am, my grandma started talking pretty loud and she seemed desperate like the world was coming to an end or something. It alarmed me, so much that I stopped “homeworking” and got dressed to check on my grandma. I finally did not venture downstairs. I realized she had finished talking on the phone and now was talking to herself, explaining to … I don’t know who, how the post Canada people* were thieves, that they neeeded to work for their good salaries… bla bla bla. I hope my story does not bore you. So anyways, she was just swimming in a pool of worries that were not even worth a thought, serious.

It made me think about us - children of God. Since my grandma does not know how this world works, she worries and make scenarios in her head of how it works out there… and worries and sees mountains out of a grain of sand, unimportant details. Is it the same with God? Does He look at us and thinks “Man, you guys worry so much about so little details, you care so much about your own life and your so-called problems, but they deserve none of your attention!” To me, finding eight questions about the English grammar is a … sort of big worry, and finding the answers and doing research, man, that worries me. To me, getting my dress looking ok for my sister’s wedding is a bit of a worry. My worries seem big or medium or small… but actually, in God’s eyes, what are they? Pretty much nothing at all. There is no need for me to go crazy about any thing. I don’t want to be like my grandma who worries so much about things that I think are big, but that are actually mere details because God knows where I’m going and He’s in charge of the details I don’t understand or know how to fix. I just try to do my best and yes, be concerned, but never to worry. I just need to trust God.

 *Please note that I these views about Post Canada people are not those of the author, but rather of a up-and-down old lady who sadly does not get out enough to know how things work… Post Canada people are always nice to me, making me sing songs because I don’t have my key in Québec, giving me directions in Alberta making sure I was not paying too much on stamps in Saskatchewan, and selling me stamps in Lousiana…