A quick update:
This week we had our first "English Conversation" event at the church. It went rather well. We were not sure how many people to expect; I had put up multiple flyers around the university campus, we had sent out a mass email to all our contacts from previous events, and we had passed out cards and put an add online. We did have a small group of five "Francophones"(someone born speaking French) and four "Anglophones"(someone born speaking English). We were able to split up into two groups based on how comfortable everyone was with their ability to speak English. Our theme for the week was family. The beginner-intermediate group talked about the basic things that a family can entail and also different experiences with family members and relations. The advanced English group went on to talking about a lot of the politics in the world that surround the ideas of divorce, abortion, gay marriages, and more. So there were completely different conversations going on, but everyone had ample opportunities to practice their English. We are hoping to have the same people, if not more for next week. Everyone at our group said they would like to come again, and hopefully they can bring friends next time.
Prayer requests:
- For continued success in the weeks to come. We are planning on doing this for three more weeks before Christmas. We hope to do more programs like this after the New Year.
- For more people to come and hear about this opportunity.
- That our witness and ministry through this will touch the hearts of these people.
- Praise God for a successful first week!
- Praise God for the wonderful people in the church who are willing to help and teach me through this new process. This could not have happened without a lot of their help.
I hope to keep you updated soon about how the entire four weeks go. I hope you all have a good weekend and a blessed Lord's day tomorrow!
In Christ,
Jennifer
Quebec City
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
A Time of Memorial
Tomorrow is going to be Tuesday November 11th. It is not only Veterans Day for the United States, it is also Memorial Day for Canada. November 11th is also the recorded final day of World War 1 (WW1). This year, 2014, also marks the 100 year anniversary of the start of WW1. So tomorrow is going to be a big day, not just here, but mostly likely all over Europe as well. Also, today was the 239th birthday for the U.S. Marine Corps. Naturally, having all of this happen at the same time has gotten me thinking over a few things.
Having lived in San Diego for almost half of my lifespan, you tend to meet a lot of military personnel. (For those of you who don't know, San Diego hosts a very large Navy and Marine base. It also has a good Air Force base as well.) You meet and see people who are in the military almost everywhere you go when in San Diego. Many have come and gone through our church as well and it has been an honor to know those people. I also meet a lot of military personnel outside of San Diego, especially on airplanes and airports. I recently met a young man in our church, in Quebec City, who is in the Canadian Military. (The first Canadian Military person I have ever met!) My point is that there are more people serving, or have served, for our countries than we may know. But we take them for granted and forget to thank them regularly for their service. I have sadly only known a handful of military men on a personal level. Even when hearing their stories, I cannot imagine what they have gone through day in and day out, especially when they have been in battles over seas. Many of those men and women have seen horrible things that most of us will never see, and yet they continue to serve and some insist on returning to the fight. I probably will never understand that sense of loyalty, but I am so thankful for those men and women who have fought and who now fight for us every day.
My Dad and I share a love and interest for history. A couple months ago, he was watching a series on the History Channel about WW1. I watched it with him, when I had the time, and found it very interesting. Of course I was taught this piece of history in high school, but I haven't heard much about WW1 since, and thus my recollection of the facts was very small. Surprisingly, not a lot of movies have been made about the first World War. So to see an entire series on it with facts and actual photos and footage from that time was very interesting. It kind of baffles me to think that weapons such as poison gas, machine guns, submarines, warplanes, and tanks were first used in WW1. We are so used to the idea that these weapons are normal for any military now. The use of trenches back then was certainly unique as well. That war really changed things drastically in terms of warfare. The sad thing is that many people thought that war would be "the war to end all wars." But things have only progressed from there.
Here in Canada, and in the UK, people wear a red poppy to remember those fallen and those who have served their country. (I honestly don't know why the U.S. doesn't have anything like that yet.) I have known that this is a common symbol for remembrance, but was never sure on its origin. So I looked it up. It comes from a poem, written by a soldier, during WW1. Apparently red poppies grew on a muddy field in Belgium that the Battle of Ypres was on which lasted two weeks. The field would turn to brown mud from all the activity and death, no other life seemed to live there. Until one day a man noticed red poppies blooming in the fields of death. He wrote the poem called "In Flanders Field" which later inspired a woman to use these poppies to remember the fallen soldiers. The tradition grew from there. Here is the poem:
Having lived in San Diego for almost half of my lifespan, you tend to meet a lot of military personnel. (For those of you who don't know, San Diego hosts a very large Navy and Marine base. It also has a good Air Force base as well.) You meet and see people who are in the military almost everywhere you go when in San Diego. Many have come and gone through our church as well and it has been an honor to know those people. I also meet a lot of military personnel outside of San Diego, especially on airplanes and airports. I recently met a young man in our church, in Quebec City, who is in the Canadian Military. (The first Canadian Military person I have ever met!) My point is that there are more people serving, or have served, for our countries than we may know. But we take them for granted and forget to thank them regularly for their service. I have sadly only known a handful of military men on a personal level. Even when hearing their stories, I cannot imagine what they have gone through day in and day out, especially when they have been in battles over seas. Many of those men and women have seen horrible things that most of us will never see, and yet they continue to serve and some insist on returning to the fight. I probably will never understand that sense of loyalty, but I am so thankful for those men and women who have fought and who now fight for us every day.
My Dad and I share a love and interest for history. A couple months ago, he was watching a series on the History Channel about WW1. I watched it with him, when I had the time, and found it very interesting. Of course I was taught this piece of history in high school, but I haven't heard much about WW1 since, and thus my recollection of the facts was very small. Surprisingly, not a lot of movies have been made about the first World War. So to see an entire series on it with facts and actual photos and footage from that time was very interesting. It kind of baffles me to think that weapons such as poison gas, machine guns, submarines, warplanes, and tanks were first used in WW1. We are so used to the idea that these weapons are normal for any military now. The use of trenches back then was certainly unique as well. That war really changed things drastically in terms of warfare. The sad thing is that many people thought that war would be "the war to end all wars." But things have only progressed from there.
Here in Canada, and in the UK, people wear a red poppy to remember those fallen and those who have served their country. (I honestly don't know why the U.S. doesn't have anything like that yet.) I have known that this is a common symbol for remembrance, but was never sure on its origin. So I looked it up. It comes from a poem, written by a soldier, during WW1. Apparently red poppies grew on a muddy field in Belgium that the Battle of Ypres was on which lasted two weeks. The field would turn to brown mud from all the activity and death, no other life seemed to live there. Until one day a man noticed red poppies blooming in the fields of death. He wrote the poem called "In Flanders Field" which later inspired a woman to use these poppies to remember the fallen soldiers. The tradition grew from there. Here is the poem:
In Flanders Field by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I hope that you will sincerely thank a soldier or a retired veteran the next time you see one. These 100 years, and more, have been full of many deaths and grievances. But because of the men who have fallen and because of those who have fought and still fight, both Canada and the United States can call themselves a free county. Don't take that for granted. Thank those men, and pray for them and their families. I hope that we will not only thank and honor these men and women once a year, but at every chance we get. They deserve to be remembered more than once.
So tomorrow, I will be wearing my red poppy. I wear it in respect and remembrance for those fallen in both the Canadian and U.S. militaries. I want to thank all the military personnel that I know: Your service is greatly known and appreciated. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In Christ,
Jennifer
Sunday, November 2, 2014
La Mouche - The Fly
I hate flies. Especially when they are inside the house. I pretty much hate all insects inside the house. They are okay when outside, but being inside is a different thing. I have the right to kill all insects that I find inside the house. That is my opinion. I once spent half an hour with my friend, chasing down a moth in our room. We were pretty serious about it.
I am not the type of girl to scream when I see a spider in the corner. I grew up with boys and black widows and hornets in our back yard. I tend to grab the first napkin I can find and squish the bug. Unless I am in a good mood, then I might let it live and carry it outside.
Thus begins my story. When I came home tonight, there was a fly buzzing around my room. He seems rather proud of it because he kept flying right next to me, as if to taunt me. Well he did taunt me and I tried to get him. But was not successful and eventually gave up. I did not want to turn it into another half-hour scenario. I soon forget about the fly until after dinner. After having cleaned and put away all the dishes, I am having a nice cup of tea with my hostess. It is her habit, and is becoming mine, to have tea in the evening. So we were having a very nice and somewhat intimate conversation. Now enters the fly, taunting me ever so much. (I know this may have not been the same fly, but I think it was) He was flying right in front of me and hovering over my drink. My hands go up and my tea goes down.
I have recently come to the conclusion that a place has not been "blessed by Jennifer" unless I have seriously spilled something or stupidly hurt myself. It is usually the former that happens the most. But tonight it was both. I had managed to escape this curse for two weeks, and it had to end like this!
So again, my arm goes up, knocks over my cup, and down goes the hot tea. Thankfully the cup did not go with it. But still the tea spills on my feet and all over the floor. Of course tonight had to be a cold night, so I am wearing two layers of socks and a pair of slippers. I soon realize that the tops of my feet are burning. I quickly pull off my socks and throw them aside.
There I am, standing barefoot in the kitchen with burned feet and a huge puddle on the floor. My hostess kind of laughs saying, "I saw that coming." We quickly clean it up while she remarks that she was planning on cleaning the floor tomorrow anyway. After it is all cleaned up and the excitement has calmed down we end up going our separate ways. Perfect way to close a good conversation.
Jennifer has entered the premises! Thank you Mr. Fly.
P.S. My feet are fine. No serious burns. Hope this has added some humor to your weekend.
I am not the type of girl to scream when I see a spider in the corner. I grew up with boys and black widows and hornets in our back yard. I tend to grab the first napkin I can find and squish the bug. Unless I am in a good mood, then I might let it live and carry it outside.
Thus begins my story. When I came home tonight, there was a fly buzzing around my room. He seems rather proud of it because he kept flying right next to me, as if to taunt me. Well he did taunt me and I tried to get him. But was not successful and eventually gave up. I did not want to turn it into another half-hour scenario. I soon forget about the fly until after dinner. After having cleaned and put away all the dishes, I am having a nice cup of tea with my hostess. It is her habit, and is becoming mine, to have tea in the evening. So we were having a very nice and somewhat intimate conversation. Now enters the fly, taunting me ever so much. (I know this may have not been the same fly, but I think it was) He was flying right in front of me and hovering over my drink. My hands go up and my tea goes down.
I have recently come to the conclusion that a place has not been "blessed by Jennifer" unless I have seriously spilled something or stupidly hurt myself. It is usually the former that happens the most. But tonight it was both. I had managed to escape this curse for two weeks, and it had to end like this!
So again, my arm goes up, knocks over my cup, and down goes the hot tea. Thankfully the cup did not go with it. But still the tea spills on my feet and all over the floor. Of course tonight had to be a cold night, so I am wearing two layers of socks and a pair of slippers. I soon realize that the tops of my feet are burning. I quickly pull off my socks and throw them aside.
There I am, standing barefoot in the kitchen with burned feet and a huge puddle on the floor. My hostess kind of laughs saying, "I saw that coming." We quickly clean it up while she remarks that she was planning on cleaning the floor tomorrow anyway. After it is all cleaned up and the excitement has calmed down we end up going our separate ways. Perfect way to close a good conversation.
Jennifer has entered the premises! Thank you Mr. Fly.
P.S. My feet are fine. No serious burns. Hope this has added some humor to your weekend.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Teenagers are the same anywhere you go
Last weekend I volunteered to help out with the youth group "lock-in." It was myself, and two other leaders in charge of 15 teenagers. The numbers increased and decreased throughout the night, and I think 15 was around the highest number that we had. I was obviously not the main leader because I barely knew the kids and could barely speak French. So it was interesting to observe, but also be a part of it when I could.
The evening started with a pizza dinner at the church. We went around the table introducing ourselves by saying our name, age, some of our hobbies, and the worst food we had ever tried. I said that trying sushi was probably my worst food experience. I got a few cries of protest when I said that because apparently sushi is pretty popular here. To those of you who love sushi, I am sorry but I don't get it and I don't think I will ever love it. I have had a few sushi rolls that were ok, but the thought of raw fish just makes my stomach twist. Now that I am writing this, I do remember having a really bad piece of rabbit the first time I went to the Czech Republic 10 years ago. Even my parents, who have had rabbit before, said it wasn't good at all. Anyway, moving on.
After dinner was cleaned up we had a small devotional and discussion led by Pastor Ben. We talked about how we can serve or help our neighbors whether they are Christians or not. I still didn't understand it all, but it was an interesting discussion nonetheless. Pastor Ben left after that to leave us with our fun.
The whole group played a game and watched a movie before going to bed that night. The game that was played was called "Loup-Garou"[pronounced loo-garoo] which means "Werewolf." The game was a lot like the game of "Mafia," but it was also very different. In this game you had werewolves, a witch, an inspector of sorts, a cupid, a savage child, a peeking-child, a person who could kill another person when they were killed, and finally the villagers. It took me a while to get all of these characters and their powers straight, but in the end it was fun. No one "killed" me in the night, which was kind of a relief because that happens to me a lot when I play "Mafia" back home.
After a couple rounds of that game, it was time to pick a movie and set it up in the church basement. The movie that was chosen was Inception with French audio. I tried to watch it, but it's hard to follow along when the movie is in a language you don't know and you yourself don't have the original script memorized word for word. Plus I was very tired from the long day of having worked at the conference the night before and the morning of this event. I lasted maybe half an hour before I went into the other room to read.
What surprised me, was one girl who also stayed in the other room throughout the movie. She wasn't there because she was tired or anything like that, but because she knew the movie wouldn't be good for her. Here was a 12 (or 13) year old girl, who already knew that this movie would not be helpful to her if she watched it. I wish that I had that same thought process when I was her age. She shared with me what the comic book series she was reading was about. I found her to be a very refreshing and special sort of girl.
Of course the movie didn't end until after midnight and it took a while for all the girls in the room to calm down and sleep. The next morning we got up early to have breakfast and clean the church and set up for the morning service. I was too tired to stay after the service to have lunch with them. But they seemed to still have a good time.
Every person is going to be different from another person no matter where you are in the world. But I found that even though that is true, people who are going through the same stages in life (such as teenagers) can still share some of the same traits. I watched these kids here, and I remember what teenagers I have had around me in my past, and I see many similarities. Teenagers love fun and games, especially fun detective group games such as "Mafia' or "Loup-Garou," and movies. Many of them are smart and bright, some are shy and quiet, while others are loud and excited. There are still those teenagers who sleep with stuffed animals, and those who tease you about little things such as a stuffed animal or snoring. Some jump up to help and others need more persuading. No matter how similar they can be as a group, don't forget to let their individuality surprise you.
The evening started with a pizza dinner at the church. We went around the table introducing ourselves by saying our name, age, some of our hobbies, and the worst food we had ever tried. I said that trying sushi was probably my worst food experience. I got a few cries of protest when I said that because apparently sushi is pretty popular here. To those of you who love sushi, I am sorry but I don't get it and I don't think I will ever love it. I have had a few sushi rolls that were ok, but the thought of raw fish just makes my stomach twist. Now that I am writing this, I do remember having a really bad piece of rabbit the first time I went to the Czech Republic 10 years ago. Even my parents, who have had rabbit before, said it wasn't good at all. Anyway, moving on.
After dinner was cleaned up we had a small devotional and discussion led by Pastor Ben. We talked about how we can serve or help our neighbors whether they are Christians or not. I still didn't understand it all, but it was an interesting discussion nonetheless. Pastor Ben left after that to leave us with our fun.
The whole group played a game and watched a movie before going to bed that night. The game that was played was called "Loup-Garou"[pronounced loo-garoo] which means "Werewolf." The game was a lot like the game of "Mafia," but it was also very different. In this game you had werewolves, a witch, an inspector of sorts, a cupid, a savage child, a peeking-child, a person who could kill another person when they were killed, and finally the villagers. It took me a while to get all of these characters and their powers straight, but in the end it was fun. No one "killed" me in the night, which was kind of a relief because that happens to me a lot when I play "Mafia" back home.
After a couple rounds of that game, it was time to pick a movie and set it up in the church basement. The movie that was chosen was Inception with French audio. I tried to watch it, but it's hard to follow along when the movie is in a language you don't know and you yourself don't have the original script memorized word for word. Plus I was very tired from the long day of having worked at the conference the night before and the morning of this event. I lasted maybe half an hour before I went into the other room to read.
What surprised me, was one girl who also stayed in the other room throughout the movie. She wasn't there because she was tired or anything like that, but because she knew the movie wouldn't be good for her. Here was a 12 (or 13) year old girl, who already knew that this movie would not be helpful to her if she watched it. I wish that I had that same thought process when I was her age. She shared with me what the comic book series she was reading was about. I found her to be a very refreshing and special sort of girl.
Of course the movie didn't end until after midnight and it took a while for all the girls in the room to calm down and sleep. The next morning we got up early to have breakfast and clean the church and set up for the morning service. I was too tired to stay after the service to have lunch with them. But they seemed to still have a good time.
Every person is going to be different from another person no matter where you are in the world. But I found that even though that is true, people who are going through the same stages in life (such as teenagers) can still share some of the same traits. I watched these kids here, and I remember what teenagers I have had around me in my past, and I see many similarities. Teenagers love fun and games, especially fun detective group games such as "Mafia' or "Loup-Garou," and movies. Many of them are smart and bright, some are shy and quiet, while others are loud and excited. There are still those teenagers who sleep with stuffed animals, and those who tease you about little things such as a stuffed animal or snoring. Some jump up to help and others need more persuading. No matter how similar they can be as a group, don't forget to let their individuality surprise you.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
First week
I have already been here in Quebec City for over a week. It does not feel like a week. Sometimes it feels like I got here yesterday, but it's beginning to feel like a decade has passed already. So many things have been keeping me busy, stressed, tired, and excited all at once. It's almost too much to explain. But I will shared with you what I can.
When I first arrived I had two calm days where I unpacked and organized myself and got to know my host family a little better. Patrice is a retired pastor who works part-time as a chaplain, and volunteers in Hopsice homes. Suzanne works full time for a local A&W restaurant in the mall. She is also a key member of the Samaritan's Purse organization here in Quebec. You may know that company from their well known Operation Christmas Child program where you send shoeboxes full of stuff to children all over the world. Did I mention how sweet and helpful this couple are? They both know a good amount of English so I am able to have some conversations with them. They are also always ready to help me with my French vocabulary, which is very helpful.
It can be very quiet in the house during the day, and I was ready to do something. Anything really to keep me from feeling like I wasn't doing anything. So I called Pastor Bernard, who asked a couple from church if I could have lunch with them on Saturday. On Saturday, I left the house planning on just having lunch with this couple, but it turned out to be a busy day. After I had lunch with them, they took me to the Old Town Quebec, which is downtown. We walked around pretty much all of the tourist areas and I got a good history lesson out of it. After three hours of walking in the city, we returned home in time for me to leave for a banquet. The church here works with a pregnancy care center, and they were celebrating five years of being open. (That, by the way, is apparently a big deal for the city) So I was invited to their banquet that evening. I didn't get home until past 10pm.
The next day was church. I met so many people, I only hope I can remember all their names soon. It was quite something being approached by people who know a little English and I really didn't know any French words at this point. Some people even talked to me in French, and many talked around me and over me in French. It is difficult to join conversations when you don't know what is being said. After church I was invited to join the young adults' group for lunch. We had at least 20 people from the ages of 17-30 in one small apartment for lunch. Of course most of it was in French, but some would try to talk to me in English which I appreciated. After a full afternoon there it was time to go back to church for evening service. It was a long day for me, but I was able to appreciate the community that this church obviously has. It was a good day of worshipping God.
Monday and Tuesday were full of learning the bus routes and figuring out money and phone situations. Wednesday I was able to join the women's prayer group in the morning and then spent the afternoon with Mrs. Westerveld, Pastor Ben's wife. Thursday and Friday I had my first French lessons, which will be interesting I am sure. And then last night(Friday night) and this morning(Saturday) I helped with a conference the church was having. It was a nice conference about the history of different reformed churches in Quebec City. I was in charge of the book table and the snacks. And now I find myself preparing for a night with the youth group (teenagers). We will be spending the night at the church and setting things up in the morning. My goodness, will I be so tired from this week alone!
So that has been my busy week so far. Please pray for me, especially with learning French and that my health will keep up with me and my busy schedules. But especially the French, it can be overwhelming at times and it is tiring, trying to think/speak in French all the time. It is a difficult language to learn, especially because all the sounds are so different from English, but I know that with God's help I can do this.
Thank you so much for your prayers and support thus far. I hope to write again soon.
In Christ,
Jennifer
When I first arrived I had two calm days where I unpacked and organized myself and got to know my host family a little better. Patrice is a retired pastor who works part-time as a chaplain, and volunteers in Hopsice homes. Suzanne works full time for a local A&W restaurant in the mall. She is also a key member of the Samaritan's Purse organization here in Quebec. You may know that company from their well known Operation Christmas Child program where you send shoeboxes full of stuff to children all over the world. Did I mention how sweet and helpful this couple are? They both know a good amount of English so I am able to have some conversations with them. They are also always ready to help me with my French vocabulary, which is very helpful.
It can be very quiet in the house during the day, and I was ready to do something. Anything really to keep me from feeling like I wasn't doing anything. So I called Pastor Bernard, who asked a couple from church if I could have lunch with them on Saturday. On Saturday, I left the house planning on just having lunch with this couple, but it turned out to be a busy day. After I had lunch with them, they took me to the Old Town Quebec, which is downtown. We walked around pretty much all of the tourist areas and I got a good history lesson out of it. After three hours of walking in the city, we returned home in time for me to leave for a banquet. The church here works with a pregnancy care center, and they were celebrating five years of being open. (That, by the way, is apparently a big deal for the city) So I was invited to their banquet that evening. I didn't get home until past 10pm.
The next day was church. I met so many people, I only hope I can remember all their names soon. It was quite something being approached by people who know a little English and I really didn't know any French words at this point. Some people even talked to me in French, and many talked around me and over me in French. It is difficult to join conversations when you don't know what is being said. After church I was invited to join the young adults' group for lunch. We had at least 20 people from the ages of 17-30 in one small apartment for lunch. Of course most of it was in French, but some would try to talk to me in English which I appreciated. After a full afternoon there it was time to go back to church for evening service. It was a long day for me, but I was able to appreciate the community that this church obviously has. It was a good day of worshipping God.
Monday and Tuesday were full of learning the bus routes and figuring out money and phone situations. Wednesday I was able to join the women's prayer group in the morning and then spent the afternoon with Mrs. Westerveld, Pastor Ben's wife. Thursday and Friday I had my first French lessons, which will be interesting I am sure. And then last night(Friday night) and this morning(Saturday) I helped with a conference the church was having. It was a nice conference about the history of different reformed churches in Quebec City. I was in charge of the book table and the snacks. And now I find myself preparing for a night with the youth group (teenagers). We will be spending the night at the church and setting things up in the morning. My goodness, will I be so tired from this week alone!
So that has been my busy week so far. Please pray for me, especially with learning French and that my health will keep up with me and my busy schedules. But especially the French, it can be overwhelming at times and it is tiring, trying to think/speak in French all the time. It is a difficult language to learn, especially because all the sounds are so different from English, but I know that with God's help I can do this.
Thank you so much for your prayers and support thus far. I hope to write again soon.
In Christ,
Jennifer
Friday, October 17, 2014
Traveling to Canada
For the past week my friends and family have been keeping me busy, and I mean BUSY. Five days in a row of non-stop activity is a lot to squeeze in. I did have a lot of fun with everyone: went to Knott's Berry Farm and Scary Farm, had a fantastic beach party, several different dinners with people, and bowling. But the day finally came when I had to leave.
My flight was an overnight flight, so I had the whole day to still do stuff. My morning was filled with two coffee/breakfast dates where discussions of theology, Canada, and lots of laughter happened. I had some free time in the afternoon which I used to pack and re-pack my bags. Lugging your 50 pound bag to the scale four times isn't that much fun. I finally sat down to watch a movie with my brothers, but I was even working on a project while doing that. The project still didn't get finished. I was able to have a nice dinner at home with my family before they drove me to the airport. I love my family and will miss them and their funny quirks.
Thus my long night of traveling began. I had a five hour flight that left San Diego at 9:40pm and landed in New York at 6am EST, which would have been 3am PST. Then I had a three hour layover before my next flight left at 9:20am and arrived in Quebec City at 10:45am. With the lack of sleep and overall tiredness I had experienced in the previous busy days, I had, and so did others, hoped to get some sleep on the flight. Needless to say, that didn't help. I may have gotten half an hour to an hour of good sleep on the first flight. I know this because the food and drink cart was at the front of the airplane when I dozed, and it was just a few rows in front of me when I woke. That was the longest amount of actual sleep that I got. So I got a lot of reading done.
I did meet some interesting people though. I sometimes like to talk to the people who are sitting next to me on the plane, but everyone had the same agenda on the first flight. To sleep. But I ended up talking to two people while waiting for both of my planes. In San Diego I met a man from Boston who had been in town a few days for business. He had tried to arrive a day early to get some sight-seeing done, but ended up being sick the first day. I was able to tell him of a few places to visit the next time he was in San Diego. In New York, I met a woman who was also going to Canada. But she was not on my flight and I cannot remember where exactly she was going. But she and I got to talking about my work of going to Canada to be a Missionary Associate. She was very interested and sounded as thought she knew about mission works as well. She turned out to be an ordained minister in the Wesleyan church and was on her way to a Board meeting at their Bible College, again I don't remember the name of it. I thought she was very interesting.
Once I landed in Quebec City, I had to go through customs. I was applying for a special Visa called a Charitable or Religious Work Visa. I handed my papers to the first customs agent who was in one of those glass caged cubicles. I told him what I needed. He gave me this look that said, and WHY are you doing this? He sent me around the corner to a small room which ended up being the interrogation-I mean interview room. I was asked more questions by a different man, and was describing in detail as to why I was there and what visa I wanted. He may have given me a few are you sure? type of looks, but he seemed very nonchalant and couldn't care less. He asked me to wait outside. By the time I was back outside that office, everyone was gone. And I mean EVERYONE. There were no passengers getting luggage, and no officers or agents waiting at the line. Talk about creepy! So I grabbed a cart and put all my bags on it and waited right outside the door of the room I was just in. Sitting outside in complete silence, waiting for half an hour for the guy who will determine your fate (at least it seemed that way), can be a bit nerve-wracking. So read my book to try and calm myself down. He finally called me back in and gave me my visa after explaining a few rules of what I can and cannot do with my visa. I was so relieved. Thank you GOD!!!
Pastor Ben was right outside to pick me up. He drove me around the city, pointing things out and talking about the history and culture of the place. We had lunch at a crepery, I had ham and asparagus in my crepe. It was actually pretty good. I went along with him to meet an elderly couple in the church and to pray with them over the things going on in their lives. They were so sweet and so welcoming to me. Then we went to meet the couple I would be staying with, the Michauds. They are so sweet. They had a room all set up for me, which they had set up that day, and are so welcoming and asking if I need anything. They both know enough English to have some conversations with me. I barely know any French, but they are obliged to speak English with me until I learn more French. I have already picked up a few words just by asking them how to say different things. I am in a cozy basement room and am content so far.
The Lord has blessed me greatly with this living and community situation. I am so thankful for this. I cannot wait to see what the Lord will be doing through this.
My flight was an overnight flight, so I had the whole day to still do stuff. My morning was filled with two coffee/breakfast dates where discussions of theology, Canada, and lots of laughter happened. I had some free time in the afternoon which I used to pack and re-pack my bags. Lugging your 50 pound bag to the scale four times isn't that much fun. I finally sat down to watch a movie with my brothers, but I was even working on a project while doing that. The project still didn't get finished. I was able to have a nice dinner at home with my family before they drove me to the airport. I love my family and will miss them and their funny quirks.
My brothers Scott, Mark, and John and my "sister" Rachel.
Sadly not picture with my parents. Sorry Mom!
Thus my long night of traveling began. I had a five hour flight that left San Diego at 9:40pm and landed in New York at 6am EST, which would have been 3am PST. Then I had a three hour layover before my next flight left at 9:20am and arrived in Quebec City at 10:45am. With the lack of sleep and overall tiredness I had experienced in the previous busy days, I had, and so did others, hoped to get some sleep on the flight. Needless to say, that didn't help. I may have gotten half an hour to an hour of good sleep on the first flight. I know this because the food and drink cart was at the front of the airplane when I dozed, and it was just a few rows in front of me when I woke. That was the longest amount of actual sleep that I got. So I got a lot of reading done.
I did meet some interesting people though. I sometimes like to talk to the people who are sitting next to me on the plane, but everyone had the same agenda on the first flight. To sleep. But I ended up talking to two people while waiting for both of my planes. In San Diego I met a man from Boston who had been in town a few days for business. He had tried to arrive a day early to get some sight-seeing done, but ended up being sick the first day. I was able to tell him of a few places to visit the next time he was in San Diego. In New York, I met a woman who was also going to Canada. But she was not on my flight and I cannot remember where exactly she was going. But she and I got to talking about my work of going to Canada to be a Missionary Associate. She was very interested and sounded as thought she knew about mission works as well. She turned out to be an ordained minister in the Wesleyan church and was on her way to a Board meeting at their Bible College, again I don't remember the name of it. I thought she was very interesting.
Once I landed in Quebec City, I had to go through customs. I was applying for a special Visa called a Charitable or Religious Work Visa. I handed my papers to the first customs agent who was in one of those glass caged cubicles. I told him what I needed. He gave me this look that said, and WHY are you doing this? He sent me around the corner to a small room which ended up being the interrogation-I mean interview room. I was asked more questions by a different man, and was describing in detail as to why I was there and what visa I wanted. He may have given me a few are you sure? type of looks, but he seemed very nonchalant and couldn't care less. He asked me to wait outside. By the time I was back outside that office, everyone was gone. And I mean EVERYONE. There were no passengers getting luggage, and no officers or agents waiting at the line. Talk about creepy! So I grabbed a cart and put all my bags on it and waited right outside the door of the room I was just in. Sitting outside in complete silence, waiting for half an hour for the guy who will determine your fate (at least it seemed that way), can be a bit nerve-wracking. So read my book to try and calm myself down. He finally called me back in and gave me my visa after explaining a few rules of what I can and cannot do with my visa. I was so relieved. Thank you GOD!!!
Pastor Ben was right outside to pick me up. He drove me around the city, pointing things out and talking about the history and culture of the place. We had lunch at a crepery, I had ham and asparagus in my crepe. It was actually pretty good. I went along with him to meet an elderly couple in the church and to pray with them over the things going on in their lives. They were so sweet and so welcoming to me. Then we went to meet the couple I would be staying with, the Michauds. They are so sweet. They had a room all set up for me, which they had set up that day, and are so welcoming and asking if I need anything. They both know enough English to have some conversations with me. I barely know any French, but they are obliged to speak English with me until I learn more French. I have already picked up a few words just by asking them how to say different things. I am in a cozy basement room and am content so far.
The Lord has blessed me greatly with this living and community situation. I am so thankful for this. I cannot wait to see what the Lord will be doing through this.
Me in Quebec City with the most photographed building, the Chateau Frontenac.
The Michauds whom I am staying with.
Suzanne and Patrice
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Blessings and Countdowns
As I get closer to my deadline for moving to Canada, God has been showing me how blessed I am. Since I am doing this work voluntarily, I will not be paid while working in Quebec, so I have needed to raise the money myself. Honestly, I was afraid I wouldn't raise it in time because I was asking a lot from people in such a short period of time. But in a month, I have already raised a little over half of all my funds. It has been amazing and wonderful to see support everywhere. Last week I had a yard sale at my church, and in a week we had more donations of stuff than we had ever seen in any other yard sale held there. People have been beyond generous in giving and in helping me create fund raisers. My 9 year old cousin even gave me some of her money. She sold cookies and did extra chores so that she could give all that hard earned money to me. God continues to surprise me and show me how much I am loved by Him and His people.
Now that I have a good amount of my funds raised, I was able to buy my tickets. So now it's really happening! I leave on October 15th. Two weeks! I have so many mixed emotions about this right now, it's hard to explain. But I know that God is with me through this. He has been showing me that so far, so now I put my trust in Him knowing He is leading me and is always with me.
Count down: 14 days
Now that I have a good amount of my funds raised, I was able to buy my tickets. So now it's really happening! I leave on October 15th. Two weeks! I have so many mixed emotions about this right now, it's hard to explain. But I know that God is with me through this. He has been showing me that so far, so now I put my trust in Him knowing He is leading me and is always with me.
Count down: 14 days
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