Please God, not Africa!

Just wanted to let you know the update on the school situation.  Jack and I had a meeting with the school administration on Thursday.  It was quite the education for both of us.  The ladies we met with were so kind and tried to be very accommodating for our family.  Such an answer to prayer!! During the meeting, we found out that Jack would be placed in the Welcome Program at the high-school.  The government of Quebec has put a lot of resources into creating a program where non-French speaking kids can work at their French as well as their high-school credits.  Our guide took us to the classroom and introduced Jack to his classmates and teacher.  There are only about 15 kids in the class and most of them come from non-French and non-English speaking countries.  They are immersed in French from day one, but school itself is at a slower pace. There was a girl from Iran (who only spoke Persian) starting in the Welcome Program that day.  I can't imagine what it must be like to move to

  We made it!  It is so hard to believe that we are actually here and doing this!! There were so many times over the past few months that I really wasn't sure that we'd even be able to come to Quebec to study French - but here we are.  With all the lockdowns, restrictions and curfews happening in Ontario and Quebec, it seemed that coming here was just not going to happen.  But God has been so faithful - both in providing the funds and in allowing us to move here in person to take classes - it's truly a miracle.   We moved to Sherbrooke last weekend, so we have just completed our first week of classes.  Day one was pretty easy - orientation.  But for me, the second day was tough.  Six hours of French class for my teensy weensy brain.  SIX. HOURS. OF. FRENCH.   My brain was about to explode by the time I got home. Speaking of home, you're maybe wondering where we live?  We live in a small two-bedroom apartment right on the school property, literally about 75 metres from o