So last night Shelly suggested I go to morning prayer at 7:30. At first, I was thinking mostly about what detriment it could do to my body since I work 8:30-4:30 and sometimes struggle to stay awake even with normal 7:30 wakeups! And I don’t want to be exhausted even more for work. But I thought about it a bit and just decided to set my alarm clock to 6:15 and see what would happen from there.
So indeed, I woke up at around 6:30, just bumping up my normal schedule of wakeup, washroom stuff, and breakfast, one hour. Biking to campus was a lot more relaxing, to say the least, since I wasn’t in a rush, technically. When I arrived at the Christian clubs office, there were only a few people, so I was able to get a coveted sofa spot! Shortly after many more people showed up, as they took the bus and arrived together. In all, we had over 20 people, I would estimate. We prayed for the campus, for the I Agree with Campaign, and for people in our spheres of influence. What power we felt and what humility we understood when we just mentioned out loud the names of friends we knew who need to experience God’s changing power.
Work was one fun, cold, and windy ordeal all put together. Up at the Elora Research Station, approximately 30 minutes north of Guelph, Steve, Andrew, and I took soil water samples. This was different from the past stuff I did: we used generator-driven pumps to draw water out of the rain barrels, tile drains, lysimeters, and plot wells. All bundled up in 4 layers++ of clothing, we would take bottles and just fill them up with water from tubes connected to underground devices. My job was mainly the labelling of bottles and recording of the volume of water in each bottle. That essentially took up the whole day. It’s fun to listen to Steve and Andrew outside of the office, when outrageous jokes and comments are strung out one after the other. Tell me, just how is the word “funky” used when it is describing something positive, or something negative?
After work I had the privilege of going to Malcolm and Mair’s home for dinner again. Malc picked me up at home, with Siann and Tesha accompanying him in their pajamas and winter coats. They seem to like seeing where I live, it must be a neat thing for them. Dinner wasn’t quite ready when we arrived, so I spent some time reading Chapter 7 of the first book of the Chronicles of Narnia out loud to the girls. This CS Lewis classic was my gift to their family last year for Christmas, just for your information. Mair had to remind the girls, aged 5, 7, and 3, not to climb all over me when I was reading it to them…
So Tesha sat on my lap, Siann on my right, and Kylee, kind of paying attention to the story, on my left. Later at the dinner table, I was so surprised when Siann actually remembered every little detail that I was reading 20 minutes before — honestly, I couldn’t even remember myself. She has an amazing memory. The food of the night (well, the early evening) was spaghetti and sauce, and Mair’s homemade brownies for dessert. The girls, however, had grilled cheese… Kylee was a bit confused and scared to eat her grilled cheese, since there was melted marble, since normally she eats cheese UNmelted. It was funny to observe that.
Dinner was done and soon Tesha and Kylee were put to bed. I think with having me over as a guest, they were so excited and didn’t want to go to bed. Siann was allowed to stay up a bit later, and we played an intense 45 minutes (longer?) of chess. Apparently, Malcolm, a high school math teacher and chess club advisor, has Siann hooked on chess. And she’s only 7 years old! She knows how to “castle” and do other special moves — one smart girl, I must say. But soon enough, she had to go to bed and I had to be returned home, so after I wrote down the places of the game pieces (to continue another time) and a good night hug from Siann, I left with Mair for their van.
All I can say is that these girls give me so much joy and pleasure. They speak their minds, they trust me completely, they laugh all the time and constantly hum and sing music. I really love this family so much, it is hard to stay away from them for too long. Which shows why I’ve been having so much trouble making a decision about whether to stay at Grace Community Church, or go to another closer, more convenient church.
Tomorrow, I will try to go to morning prayer again.