Today, I spend some time looking at all the birth certificates and passports of Granny, Papa, Gramma and Papa’s Dad, Alois Tenthorey. Weird as it sounds, I felt lonesome for Demoret, the little village in Switzerland where Granny was born and where I stayed when I visited in 2010, 13 years ago. It’s such a beautiful country and I would have enjoyed living in such a beautiful country.
By comparison, I find Ontario is boring, boring, boring.
It’s true that God chooses where we live, as per Acts 17:26 > “From one person God created every human nation to live on the whole earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their lands”. So here I am, in the Belleville area. I’ve tried to escape more than once but He always brings me back here. I know He has a reason, and I believe God does everything to work out for my good, but still, I don’t think I will ever forget how I felt when I sat, overlooking the farm, the house where Gramma and her family lived upstairs with the bakery downstairs, overlooking the fields to the Jura mountains beyond Lac du Neuchatel. Every window I looked out I saw mountains, chalets and cows with beautiful bells around their necks.
I loved the winding roads that took us to Yverdon, the stone fountains in every little village, the history, both my personal history and the history of the country and I wish God had let me live there. I could walk from one side of a village to the other side and saw so much beauty it was hard to breathe and made me cry.
I find it ironic that my great-grandfather is the only one of 14 siblings who moved to Canada. The rest of them stayed there. In fact, I have more family over there than I do here.
So here I am, in Frankford, Ontario Canada and I must content myself in faith and believe that, according to God, this is the best place for me to live. Until I get to heaven, where Switzerland will pale in comparison.
I can wait.
Ordinary Me; Extraordinary God 