Higher Obedience

For those of you who’d be interested, my older sister is presently, currently, actually, pregnant with their third child. Since the very start family and friends in general hoped for a girl since they “already” had two little boys. Today was the big day. Marianne had an … échographie/sonogram/ultrasound/sonography (which one do you guys use for this type of scan?). So finally I got the long-awaited phone call this afternoon (well, I am exagerating a lot here). And the truth was APOCALYPTUS (uncovered / unveiled).

IT’S A GIRL!

I’m really joyous! First of all because I know that my sister is really happy about it, her hopes are becoming real. And I’ll be happy to have a … nephew girl. I can’t remember the word for… I don’t even remember the French word for it. (So I got up and asked my roomie this question, “C’est quoi un neveu fille?” and she answered, “Nièce” which reminded me of the English word, niece – thanks Rachel) so yeah It’ll be fun to have a little niece. I’ll make sure she plays sports and dislikes pink and girly stuff. No I am joking Jason. She shall be just the way God is making her to be.

Exciting!

Teddy Bear & Corinne some… 18 years ago.

I feel like I haven’t have any real rest since a week. I started a cold and worked lots no matter the little energy I had. I’ve been busy going from Montreal to the South Shore to Montreal to my dad’s to Montreal and teaching. Ah and on Sunday we helped my grandparents move out and then in their new home. I was really tired by the end of the day and just wanted to leave, but eh they needed us. I’ve never felt low on energy like that since the day I was born. I have enough energy to do all I need to, but it is so tiring, all of the sudden just to be in the métro, my energy goes down and I feel dizzy. It’ll go away… someday.

So I’m living by myself now, still at my grandparents’ place (well, their old place) and it’s neat. For little things like, doing laundry after supper, playing the guitar without a care about how loud it is, leaving the house without saying goodbye to anybody or when I should be back, taking a shower at 12:30pm… all kinds of little things that make me feel more at peace, more free. I can rest, at last from the routine and the “oh not too loud” or “man, I have no other time than in the evenings to do laundry these days, when am I going to get to do it?” or just planning my time according to the fact that I know that my grandma will talk to me for a little bit before I leave. It’s a good feeling to be here by myself.

Since I think of it, I don’t know what he studied in, but my brother-in-law just graduated from seminary. Clap clap clap. I thought I should highlight this event since I seem to highlight everything going on around me.

Ah, before I leave. I just noticed the title of this post. Pursued. Well my grandparents are not living here anymore and I’m enjoying it, especially the fact that I am no longer caught up in my grandma’s long conversations. So the phone rang. And yes, it was my grandma. No, she had nothing in particular to tell me, but she did talk to me for a little while about all kinds of things. I felt as if I was pursued… hopefully she won’t call me every night! Oh well, I wonder about what love is though.

So you found me. I’m sitting in my mom’s little office while she’s doing stuff in the secretary’s office. I did a lot of work in and outside their house since Tuesday morning and this afternoon I’ve been in their little building where they have their offices and etc., doing some cleaning. But I’m done and then we’re going to St-Jean so I can take the bus and go back to Montreal again. Thanks for your prayers, I know some of you prayed for me, I appreciate. My time flew by and I did not find myself frustrated or fed up by my mom and her boyfriend’s lifestyle. I had pleanty of time to think as I worked by myself. I really had a feeling of déjà vue though. How many times have I seen movies that portray rich people hiring low-caste people so they’d clean and etc. for them. That’s the way I felt pretty much all the time. It seems that the work I did was not so important or urgent, but I was the little slave cleaning here and there, doing everything I was asked to do. I’ve never really felt that way. I was always part of a team, not working for some higher rank people. I don’t know. I mean, it’s totally fine, I am not their slave at all and I am grateful I can work a little bit and make some money. I just feel that this was just a big joke, an excuse to give me some money. I know it’s not true, it’s just the way I felt. I’m going back home tonight. I’ve had some good thoughts while working, either brushing the patio and feeling like I was on a big boat washing the endless floor, or cleaning the hut from its endless grease and oil. I’ll write about those thought later on, right here is just not the right place to think.

Hi there.

If you took the time to check this blog, it’s probably because you were looking for something to do, felt a bit bored or wanted to check up on what was going on for me this week. Well could you take the time that you set apart for the reading of this blog to pray for me, right now? Oh, I’ll tell you why.

I’ll be working for my mom and her boyfriend from Monday night to Thursday night this week. It means that I will be with them and live with them for three full days. They are not Christians and I quickly get fed up with their lifestyle. I don’t think that my mom’s boyfriend really knows what I believe, he simply knows that my sisters and I and our families, go to church, are pastors or such. I’d like to be able to talk to him about what I believe and know what he believes. But I am no good at arguing any case. I am weak in speech and my mom’s boyfriend enjoys arguing and I’ve never seen him change his mind or even be influenced to change his mind by what someone would say. I just feel that talking to him about Jesus would be useless since I wouldn’t have anything very convincing to say and he’d have all kinds of stuff to attack me. It’s not that I care so much about his opinion of me, but I don’t want Christ to look weak and a nonsense because of me. I know that sometimes it’s the way it is, no matter the words Christians say, unbelievers can still look down on them and their God. So I’m not sure. Sometimes I feel that my mom and her boyfriend need words of truth, not just the presence of godly people around them. I often feel powerless.

Pray that I will not simply be a nice person to their eyes, like every other nice person they know. Pray that I will humbly live the life that Christ calls me to live, that I will pray for them and that they will see Christ as real, alive and powerful in my life. That I would be a follower of Christ and that it’d be obvious to their eyes.

I thank you for taking the time to pray for me right now.

Well I was with my sister this weekend and she told me I hadn’t put up pictures of their wedding on my blog. So I chose from the digital pictures I was given… I know, the person who’ll enjoy this post the most is obviously my sister. The wedding was on March 24, so just four weeks ago, enjoy the few pictures (I love you guys! Co, té mieux d’me dire merci!)

Here’s Corinne, Dustin and Dustin’s dad

This is Corinne and Dustin

And here’s a family picture

It’s 10:09pm and I am tired. I just feel like going to bed, but feel that I’m wasting precious time if I go to bed just right now. There is a reason for me to be so tired. Well, more than one reason I would say. I’ve have no chance to sleep in this semester at all or just have a week off. Only four weeks and I’ll be done my first year at university, so there’s lot to do. Oh and the other reason is that today was my sister’s wedding. I don’t think I realize that she is married. I would obviously post a picture here, but I didn’t take any pictures, feeling that I would get some from other people, I didn’t want to be bothered by a camera.

I enjoyed seeing old friends and good people around. But I didn’t get to really talk with people simply because I was busy, they were busy or we didn’t get to sit together. I wish it’d have been different. It is frustrating when you get to see an old friend, but you can’t just sit with the person and have a good little talk. I guess, weddings are not a good place to have one-on-one conversations anyways, there’s too many people who want to see and talk to too many people in such a little amount of time.

Do you know what I did right after the bride and the groom left? I literaly RAN to our room and put on my jeans. I know, this does not surprise you. I know that comments are rare here, but I have a question. When people ask “So, when are YOU getting married” knowing very well you don’t even like a guy, why do they ask? What is their intent? I’mve got my own little idea, but I’d be curious to know what people think or how they feel about it.

If you want my opinion, just ask.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpBWWsOdJ9s

An explanation.

Well my sister came for a visit this weekend, well we had to shop for my bridesmaid dress. And since we always have a lot of fun with cameras and the like, she had a lot of fun making a mini video when I was gone to the bathroom. So you can see it by clicking on the address. It’s really useless for you probably, but if you want to see what kind of younger sister I have, please check it out.

It’s no fun she’s gone now. I don’t feel like reading and doing school stuff that I should have done yesterday. I’ll have to sometime.

You know, never in my life I left like we were a lot of people on earth. I grew up in a very small village, lived two years in a small community in Sherbrooke and two years in a small town in Saskatchewan. That’s something I was probably not prepared to face when I came to Montreal; so many people. We obviously look like millions of ants walking around, minding our own business, trying to have a good life, taking care of ourselves, and for some of us, trying to reach out to people and tell them that there is more, and that’s found in Jesus. It’s actually, for me, a bit depressing. Because there is really no room for anybody being more important than anybody and even though that’s the way it is on earth, when we think about it, we’re all the same, all human, all at the same level, all ants.

Sometimes I wonder what’s our worth, there are so many people anyways, and that’s just what my yes can see. I don’t even think of other places on earth, that’s just Montreal downtown. And I wonder why God would even care about us as a group (human beings) and I get even more distressed when I remember that God cares about me personally, everyday. What’s the point? Am I not insignifiant? I don’t know. All our efforts to reach out and do good and tell people about Jesus seem so little. It seems that we, little creatures, desire great things and can’t be satisfied with little. I’m not saying we should be satisfied with small good things, but we shouldn’t be discouraged because nothing big happens and persevere witht the small things.

Indeed it has been a while since I have taken the time to post something here but since I’ve been away from home and the routine of school and my grandparents and mostly because it’s the holidays and everything that come with them, I have taken no time to think and notice things. I think it is good.

So I am sitting in my <<sister’s>> livingroom, she is gone to work, there is nobody else in the house apart for the three cats. I’m listening to country, Johnny Cash. There’s a chubby Christmas tree in the corner and it’s been snowing all morning long. I’m on vacation. It feels good.

I have been checking my finals’ results since a couple of days on the Internet. If you don’t know, there are two courses at university I was not sure if I would pass them and I actually have been trying to get ready for the almost reality that I would not pass them all. So each time I go and check my results I always feel like maybe it’s  right now that I will know what next semester will look like (or my whole program actually) and I wonder if I should wait to check, wait to be really ready, a better context… but I always end up checking.

Yesterday I went on my university’s website to again checkif any of my grades were put up, until then nothing had been <<disclosed>>. And yes, finally I got ONE mark for a course. I have four courses in all and Ihave been concerned about two, whether or not I would pass. Now you are thinking, <<Man, can’t she just get to the point?>> Ok I will. I finally know that I passed my linguistic class! That was one of the two classes I was concerned with. So I am still checking for my other one.

You’re right, that’s good news for me. I thank God about it. Seriouisly, again I have no clue how it’s possible that I  passed. God probably has something to do with it.

Thanks for your prayers.

This is going to be short. This post has nothing to do with Christ… although, when I think of it, everything I go through and have is from Christ anyways, so it’s all about Him again, but it’s not so “literally”. I just came back from my hometown, with a new friend. You see, it was my birthday a week ago and it seems good to my dad to get me a … how to saw, a really big present. I have to be careful with the things I say and write about because I might actually get what I want. I don’t know how my dad feels about having his picture on my blog… who knows what some freaks might do with it… just kidding. So yeah, my dad got me a new laptop, all securily taped, man. Anyways it’s a huge blessings and I think my dad was more excited than I was! Well, I never show excitment really so. Even though thispost is not really about Christ, it’s still because of Him I am blessed in such a way. I don’t understand why God allows me to be so blessed -seriously- because I do not deserve it at all. What can I say? Thank you God, thanks dad.

Bank for Native Missionaries: 50$ as of November 13 2006, thank you!