Thursday, June 21, 2007

Storms of Life

What an... interesting... weekend. I had the proof that I'm growing in maturity, although I didn't enjoy it so much...

Read on, and you'll see!

I worked hard on correcting my Thesis and sent it to my supervisor on Friday.
I went with my mom to an Indian restaurant and I tried practicing eating with my right hand... I was not that successful, but its a start.
On Friday evening, I get a (very late) phone call from a sister with whom I was going along quite well. We chatted for not long, but long enough to have an avalanche of thoughts hit me afterwards. I did not sleep well at all.
On Saturday morning, I spent some time talking about all the emotional storm that was brewing in me, then I went to spend some time with God about all that. I knew where I needed to turn...
Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)
It was difficult, but I had to admit that I wasn't loving... not only towards this sister, but in general in my life. I wrestled with God with many tears over this until I reached the point where I concluded "I am this now".
I'm sharing this for many reasons, one of them so that you can be encouraged, my dear reader, that the Word is truly powerful and heart-changing. I hope that you have some of that going on in your life, too.
After all that, I was surrendered. The same sister called me afterwards (less than 12 hours after the first phone call) and told me she just wanted to be friends.
O miracle of miracles! I was actually calm and peaceful. If you know me, you'll be surprised that I was displaying maturity in all that! I was even glad we had this conversation.
But things didn't last (I'm still new at being loving and mature, remember). I had to meet my mom to do groceries, and we miscommunicated. I went to the Loblaws and shopped to do my recipes, but I did the mistake (once again) to go to the self-checkout. What a pain and annoyance! I was coming home tired, frustrated, and trying not to think too much about all I went through just a few hours before.
Nothing went well in realizing the recipes. I had badly planned things. I picked a fight with my mom (which we resolved a bit later) and we arrived late at the party organized at church. At least I got to chill out then.
On Sunday, I watched a great movie, Aurore. My roomate watched it too, and he told me that he now understood why the Catholic church is despised here in Quebec. It really should have received more awards than this. It is a remake of an older movie about the same story, which I'd like to watch at some point.
It was deeply touching, because I could be like this priest... so loving of theory that he was unable to love people.
Things have been moving on after... I've been working on making corrections to my thesis, and working on the Gospel a lot more than in the past...

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