Although signs of the holidays are still very evident around our home, we resumed some "normal" activities this week. Mark and Amy left for Manitoba a few days ago. Caylea went to Saskatoon to visit a friend. Daniel returned to work. So did we.
We tackled some correspondence and attended to some paperwork. I did laundry. Walter had some car repair to do. You know, the usual everyday stuff.
Flipping the calendar page to January 2016, we realized in a few days, less than a week, we will be flying to Calgary for two days! Walter has been invited to present some principles of ministry to folks in Samaritan's Purse. By divine connections, Walter met some leaders and engaged in conversation about our ministry and experience in the inner city. Last April, Walter traveled to northern British Columbia to observe and interact with the ministry SP had begun in Dease Lake, a predominately First Nations community. And then his input was requested at a broader level.
One of the biggest challenges to seeing the Gospel impact these communities, whether urban or rural, is the dependency issue. Ministry to people who struggle with poverty, addictions and other related issues, means dealing with co-dependency. Many of us who are drawn to such ministries often have co-dependent tendencies already from our own backgrounds. Often we were trained in college or through the organizations we joined, to be servant-learners, and to embrace and strive to fit into the culture we were ministering within. So we may come in to the work with good and godly intentions, but become enmeshed in a relational pattern that isn't healthy or biblical!
There are many reasons why and how the Reserve system, the welfare system and residential school era set up the First Nations people to become dependent on the government and subsequently developed negative relational and social patterns. The history is important to understand; but the reality of today is what the Gospel needs to address. How can Jesus make a difference in lives today? And how do we as missionaries and ministry organizations be effective in sharing the truth and helping those who are hurting?
As Walter dons his reading glasses, arms himself with a fresh cup of coffee and settles on the couch with his books, I am quietly reading, as well. Last fall I read Emotionally Healthy Spiruality by Peter Scazzero. Now I am just getting into Replenish, by Lance Witt. Both are about the health and well-being of Christian leaders, pastors and missionaries so they can be effective and fruitful and long-term in their ministries. I feel I can be equipping myself to be a healthy servant of the Lord. I want to be able to offer some resources and compassion for those of our staff who are struggling to keep balance or are burning out. I want to be developing my own walk with God so I have something to offer in His name.
This past year, I feel myself embracing the role of member care alongside Walter, as we visit our workers in Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba. I want to hone my skills of listening, observing and building relationships and sharing what the Lord has taught me. I want to be spiritually growing, emotionally maturing and physically and mentally alive and alert so I can serve "with all my heart and soul and mind and strength."
So as we turn the calendar page in a couple days, pray for us to be equipped and healthy for 2016!
Wednesday 30 December 2015
Saturday 26 December 2015
BOXING DAY - December 26, 2015
The past two days have been filled with food, games, laughter and gifts. We went to my step-mom's apartment for Christmas Eve afternoon and played some games. Rather than cooking we ordered Chinese food for the 12 of us! Then each went to a candlelight service or went home (my step-brother has little kids that have early bedtimes!).
It was my turn - and privilege-to plan the Christmas Eve service this year and I was feeling a little anxious and nervous for things to fall into place. Walter had done some brief interviews with various ones around the church asking the question: What does Christmas mean to you? And I had planned some Christmas carols and the Advent reading and a special number so my mind was whirling.
The sanctuary was dimmed, with only white Christmas lights strung around. It was a wonderful atmosphere for the handful of worshipers to gather and adore the Christ Child.
Apart from a few minor glitches, which are typical of our Healing Hearts services, I think the evening was special and memorable. Keziah Root sang a solo for the first time ever, and did a lovely job. The video clip interviews were cute and heartfelt. The voices joining in the traditional carols (and also the ones we have written within our own fellowship) made my heart swell with joy! My own solo, "That's Christmas to Me", went all right and hopefully blessed folks with the message of the true meaning of the season.
The highlight for me was the new kids' story Walter developed for the occasion: Dougie the Donkey! In memory of his friend, Doug, who just passed away, Walter told the tale of a donkey named Abel who played a special role in the nativity, and his grandson, Dougie, who later was chosen to carry Jesus into Jerusalem during the Triumphal Entry, just before Jesus was crucified. It was a cleverly told story and of course, made me chuckle to think of Doug being a donkey personified.
After the lighting of our little candles to the singing of "Silent Night", we lingered a little, hugging each other and wishing "Merry Christmas" to everyone. I love these times!
But the party wasn't over...Dinah and my other step-brother, Lance had the six of us Selkes over for a "Hand & Foot" tournament (which Caylea and Grandma were the victors!) and we didn't get home until after midnight!
Christmas morning didn't get rolling until about 10 am...Daniel was the first one up to start the stove and heat the floor up in the dining room. We pushed back the table, brought in the love seat and chair from the front room and got ourselves situated for the morning's festivities. I had quickly prepared the egg bake and mini quiches so they'd be ready for after our gift opening. With coffee or other beverages in hand, we sat comfortably while Walter played an audio version of the nativity in Luke chapter 2. Daniel led us in prayer. Then Caylea and Daniel distributed the gifts and from oldest to youngest, we opened them. My greatest joy was seeing Walter's surprise and pleasure at the gift the kids gave him: a Remote Controlled Quadcopter! Who is the biggest kid in our family?
I wanted to stay in that room and pause that moment as we were laughing and sharing an intimate time and enjoying each other! There would be more food and gifts and noise and laughter and games at my step-brother's, Scott and Jen's and I was looking forward to the turkey dinner. But for me, the centre of my Christmas Day was the warmth of our morning together.
"But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart." Luke 2:19
I feel a bit like Mary. She could have been overwhelmed with the circumstances of delivering her first child. She could have hidden away from the shepherds and who would have blamed her? But she (and Joseph) accepted God's plan and welcomed the worshipers of God's Son, the baby Jesus. And Mary treasured and pondered what was happening. She let God dwell in her heart and allowed the events to be real. Most likely, Luke actually interviewed her years later, as he researched the life of Jesus, so all these things would have been easy for Mary to recall because they were in her memory and in her heart.
Lord, as we relax here at home after a couple days of celebration, may I continue to treasure the blessings you gave to me and ponder Your goodness in my heart.
The past two days have been filled with food, games, laughter and gifts. We went to my step-mom's apartment for Christmas Eve afternoon and played some games. Rather than cooking we ordered Chinese food for the 12 of us! Then each went to a candlelight service or went home (my step-brother has little kids that have early bedtimes!).
It was my turn - and privilege-to plan the Christmas Eve service this year and I was feeling a little anxious and nervous for things to fall into place. Walter had done some brief interviews with various ones around the church asking the question: What does Christmas mean to you? And I had planned some Christmas carols and the Advent reading and a special number so my mind was whirling.
The sanctuary was dimmed, with only white Christmas lights strung around. It was a wonderful atmosphere for the handful of worshipers to gather and adore the Christ Child.
Apart from a few minor glitches, which are typical of our Healing Hearts services, I think the evening was special and memorable. Keziah Root sang a solo for the first time ever, and did a lovely job. The video clip interviews were cute and heartfelt. The voices joining in the traditional carols (and also the ones we have written within our own fellowship) made my heart swell with joy! My own solo, "That's Christmas to Me", went all right and hopefully blessed folks with the message of the true meaning of the season.
The highlight for me was the new kids' story Walter developed for the occasion: Dougie the Donkey! In memory of his friend, Doug, who just passed away, Walter told the tale of a donkey named Abel who played a special role in the nativity, and his grandson, Dougie, who later was chosen to carry Jesus into Jerusalem during the Triumphal Entry, just before Jesus was crucified. It was a cleverly told story and of course, made me chuckle to think of Doug being a donkey personified.
After the lighting of our little candles to the singing of "Silent Night", we lingered a little, hugging each other and wishing "Merry Christmas" to everyone. I love these times!
But the party wasn't over...Dinah and my other step-brother, Lance had the six of us Selkes over for a "Hand & Foot" tournament (which Caylea and Grandma were the victors!) and we didn't get home until after midnight!
Christmas morning didn't get rolling until about 10 am...Daniel was the first one up to start the stove and heat the floor up in the dining room. We pushed back the table, brought in the love seat and chair from the front room and got ourselves situated for the morning's festivities. I had quickly prepared the egg bake and mini quiches so they'd be ready for after our gift opening. With coffee or other beverages in hand, we sat comfortably while Walter played an audio version of the nativity in Luke chapter 2. Daniel led us in prayer. Then Caylea and Daniel distributed the gifts and from oldest to youngest, we opened them. My greatest joy was seeing Walter's surprise and pleasure at the gift the kids gave him: a Remote Controlled Quadcopter! Who is the biggest kid in our family?
I wanted to stay in that room and pause that moment as we were laughing and sharing an intimate time and enjoying each other! There would be more food and gifts and noise and laughter and games at my step-brother's, Scott and Jen's and I was looking forward to the turkey dinner. But for me, the centre of my Christmas Day was the warmth of our morning together.
"But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart." Luke 2:19
I feel a bit like Mary. She could have been overwhelmed with the circumstances of delivering her first child. She could have hidden away from the shepherds and who would have blamed her? But she (and Joseph) accepted God's plan and welcomed the worshipers of God's Son, the baby Jesus. And Mary treasured and pondered what was happening. She let God dwell in her heart and allowed the events to be real. Most likely, Luke actually interviewed her years later, as he researched the life of Jesus, so all these things would have been easy for Mary to recall because they were in her memory and in her heart.
Lord, as we relax here at home after a couple days of celebration, may I continue to treasure the blessings you gave to me and ponder Your goodness in my heart.
Tuesday 22 December 2015
Nestled in my rocking chair before the shortest day of the year dawned, I stared at the flame in the stove. Christmas lights twinkled on the fragrant tree right beside me. A generous pile of pretty wrapped packages lay under the branches. My cup of coffee warmed me. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect morning quiet time.
Before I began to journal, I stilled my thoughts. Only 2 days until Christmas Eve and I had a few things on my "To Do" list. Many items wouldn't get accomplished this year, like baking my traditional roll-out cookies or the deeper cleaning to prepare for company. This Christmas I would not be hosting the bigger family gathering so I was cutting out some of the extras.
I really needed to process the past weekend, the passing of Doug, and the close calls of my step-dad and my grandpa who were both rushed by ambulance to hospitals in the past few days. My heart needed some comfort; my mind needed some peace and quiet. So indulged myself.
Some great saint, like Martin Luther maybe, used to say that in order to be more productive on a particularly busy day, he would spend a proportionate increase of time in prayer. And although I was not planning to be busy, I still felt the longing to seek the Lord and really know what the priorities were for the day according to His agenda.
Sometimes I have profound moments in times like these; today was maybe not profound, but certainly exactly what I needed. I mostly just wanted to let the Lord know how much I loved Him. And to reflect on His faithful strength to us over the weekend. His Word just reminded me of how we endured and overcame during some difficult days...
Romans 8:37 "No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."
I John 4:4 "Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world."
As the sky grew bright with December daylight, I was so thankful to have had those precious moments to become centred for the day. The day included planning supper, wrapping last minute gifts, visiting my step-dad in the hospital (and he got discharged later in the afternoon!) and watching "Survivor Finale" with the family.
Only 2 more days until Christmas Eve...
Before I began to journal, I stilled my thoughts. Only 2 days until Christmas Eve and I had a few things on my "To Do" list. Many items wouldn't get accomplished this year, like baking my traditional roll-out cookies or the deeper cleaning to prepare for company. This Christmas I would not be hosting the bigger family gathering so I was cutting out some of the extras.
I really needed to process the past weekend, the passing of Doug, and the close calls of my step-dad and my grandpa who were both rushed by ambulance to hospitals in the past few days. My heart needed some comfort; my mind needed some peace and quiet. So indulged myself.
Some great saint, like Martin Luther maybe, used to say that in order to be more productive on a particularly busy day, he would spend a proportionate increase of time in prayer. And although I was not planning to be busy, I still felt the longing to seek the Lord and really know what the priorities were for the day according to His agenda.
Sometimes I have profound moments in times like these; today was maybe not profound, but certainly exactly what I needed. I mostly just wanted to let the Lord know how much I loved Him. And to reflect on His faithful strength to us over the weekend. His Word just reminded me of how we endured and overcame during some difficult days...
Romans 8:37 "No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."
I John 4:4 "Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world."
As the sky grew bright with December daylight, I was so thankful to have had those precious moments to become centred for the day. The day included planning supper, wrapping last minute gifts, visiting my step-dad in the hospital (and he got discharged later in the afternoon!) and watching "Survivor Finale" with the family.
Only 2 more days until Christmas Eve...
Sunday 20 December 2015
How do I express my heart's appreciation for my Father's love and care?
The heaviness of sorrow and the nervousness of ministry were wearing us down. But we packed our car and headed for Alberta for the memorial service of Doug Malish.
The things we were dreading never came to be, of course. But we had some car-starting trouble. And I had both my step-dad and then my grandpa in the hospital within days! So we continued to pray and press on...
I can honestly say I was about at my end, emotionally. And Walter was wrestling with his own grief and trying to keep focused on caring for the Malish family. It was a challenging weekend.
How do many folks go through life's difficulties and tragedies without the hope and comfort of knowing Jesus Christ? All I can say is that when I was about to give in to tears, self-pity and "Why me, Lord?", it seemed that my attitude turned around. When I got the text from my Mom about her father being in the hospital, what could have been the final straw actually became almost comical!
I felt the Lord very near, showing Himself faithful, being only a prayer away. I sensed some of the challenges as ways the enemy was trying to distract or even destroy our faith and our focus. But when I felt like laughing instead of crying, I knew Jesus was giving me joy and perspective!
Walter also listened to Isaiah on his audio Bible on Friday night, the evening before Doug's service. It was chapter 6, the calling of Isaiah, and Walter shared it with me as an encouragement that God has called us to speak and sing for His glory. Just as Isaiah felt so inadequate, so unclean, we felt almost overwhelmed. But the wonderful hope that we can be called and cleansed and equipped for God's ministry, lifted us up and gave us the courage to sleep in His peace.
We are back home now, luggage piled in our room as we relax with our family. God also looked after them in our absence and now we are settling in for a blessed time together for the Christmas holidays.
"For all that You've done I will thank You;
For all that You're going to do.
For all that You've promised and all that You are,
And all that has carried me through,
Jesus, I thank You!" ~ Brian Doerksen, "Thank You, Lord"
The heaviness of sorrow and the nervousness of ministry were wearing us down. But we packed our car and headed for Alberta for the memorial service of Doug Malish.
The things we were dreading never came to be, of course. But we had some car-starting trouble. And I had both my step-dad and then my grandpa in the hospital within days! So we continued to pray and press on...
I can honestly say I was about at my end, emotionally. And Walter was wrestling with his own grief and trying to keep focused on caring for the Malish family. It was a challenging weekend.
How do many folks go through life's difficulties and tragedies without the hope and comfort of knowing Jesus Christ? All I can say is that when I was about to give in to tears, self-pity and "Why me, Lord?", it seemed that my attitude turned around. When I got the text from my Mom about her father being in the hospital, what could have been the final straw actually became almost comical!
I felt the Lord very near, showing Himself faithful, being only a prayer away. I sensed some of the challenges as ways the enemy was trying to distract or even destroy our faith and our focus. But when I felt like laughing instead of crying, I knew Jesus was giving me joy and perspective!
Walter also listened to Isaiah on his audio Bible on Friday night, the evening before Doug's service. It was chapter 6, the calling of Isaiah, and Walter shared it with me as an encouragement that God has called us to speak and sing for His glory. Just as Isaiah felt so inadequate, so unclean, we felt almost overwhelmed. But the wonderful hope that we can be called and cleansed and equipped for God's ministry, lifted us up and gave us the courage to sleep in His peace.
We are back home now, luggage piled in our room as we relax with our family. God also looked after them in our absence and now we are settling in for a blessed time together for the Christmas holidays.
"For all that You've done I will thank You;
For all that You're going to do.
For all that You've promised and all that You are,
And all that has carried me through,
Jesus, I thank You!" ~ Brian Doerksen, "Thank You, Lord"
Wednesday 16 December 2015
Advent has been a season of waiting, anticipation, preparation...
Each Sunday, Gina Marie had readings to accompany the lighting of the candles for our Advent tradition. I took note of those three words above, and this week they have had special meaning not necessarily related to the coming of Jesus Christ but to our present reality.
We received the news last Saturday morning of the sudden passing of Walter's childhood friend, Doug Malish. They had been buddies from the age of 4 years old and grew up together through their elementary and high school years. Walter spent a lot of time at the Malish home and might have been mistaken for another of the Malish brothers, with their dark hair and "cheesy" moustaches!
I remember the first time I met Doug. Walter had brought me to his hometown of Clyde, Alberta to visit his folks. It was July 1 long weekend. The Malish family ran a trucking business and had a huge shop for doing repairs and storing equipment. We walked from Walter's parents' home across town to that shop, all the while Walter preparing me for how Doug may be a little rough and crude at times! Trucker family and all...We were both just out of Bible College and I think Walter wanted me to be aware of the atmosphere I may encounter. I wasn't exactly innocent and naive; but I was duly warned and braced myself for some colourful language and perhaps some off-colour jokes!
Doug was very polite, toning down any language and comments from what I had expected. It was a very pleasant visit and I was very impressed with Doug's manners and friendliness. Sure surprised Walter!
We would often hang out with Doug when we'd visit in Clyde, going for coffee or watching a movie. But as we got married, had children and got more involved in our ministry in Regina, we saw less of Doug.
Then, Walter got a phone call: Doug asked if Walter would be a groomsmen for him and his wife to be, Wanda. We had a blast at their wedding - a cowboy theme and attire. The kids were intrigued by the big net full of balloons to be released at the dance hall, so we made sure we all were there for the couple's first dance and the showering down of all those balloons!
For most of their married life, they lived out of their truck. They would look us up when they passed through Saskatchewan. Once, they spent a couple days with us when they had an unexpected break-down that kept them stuck in Regina.
We could always count on Doug to regale us with tales of their younger years! There were moments when Walter wished Doug wouldn't repeat some of the adventures in front of our impressionable kids, but we knew Doug and Wanda were great people, generous and loyal friends and loved hanging around with us and our family.
In the recent years, we were their mailing address so we did see or connect with them more regularly. So to be some of the first to be contacted at the sad news of Doug's passing was an honour.
For Walter to also be asked to take the funeral service was both an amazing privilege and an emotionally difficult request. To have a close friend, only 8 days younger, die suddenly and be asked to perform a special ministry for him has been a roller coaster ride for us both!
In anticipation of the funeral on Saturday, December 20, Walter has been meditating on Scripture and sharing memories. He has been taking time to be alone, to think and pray, to work on projects in his garage. It is one thing to prepare for a celebration, a party, a happy time like Christmas; it is another to prepare for a sad, too-early parting of loved ones. So the spiritual and emotional journey of preparing for this ministry is heavy and taxing.
As the wife, I feel helpless to comfort. I feel a sadness that comes from my own memories and friendship with Doug and his wife, Wanda. But I know I can only come alongside, pray and pray some more and offer my presence more than anything else. There really aren't words at a time like this. And as we spend hours in the car tomorrow on the way up to Walter's hometown, I believe God will already be ahead of us, preparing the way. Where He has called us, He will equip us for the ministry.. Speaking in front of the many friends and folks whom Walter hasn't seen in over 30 years, is a daunting task. Only fully trusting in the Holy Spirit to speak through him will give Walter the confident assurance that he can do this.
"I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken."
Psalm 16:8
This is a unique lesson in Advent, the preparation time. Learning to trust even more the plans of God and surrendering to be part of them.
Each Sunday, Gina Marie had readings to accompany the lighting of the candles for our Advent tradition. I took note of those three words above, and this week they have had special meaning not necessarily related to the coming of Jesus Christ but to our present reality.
We received the news last Saturday morning of the sudden passing of Walter's childhood friend, Doug Malish. They had been buddies from the age of 4 years old and grew up together through their elementary and high school years. Walter spent a lot of time at the Malish home and might have been mistaken for another of the Malish brothers, with their dark hair and "cheesy" moustaches!
I remember the first time I met Doug. Walter had brought me to his hometown of Clyde, Alberta to visit his folks. It was July 1 long weekend. The Malish family ran a trucking business and had a huge shop for doing repairs and storing equipment. We walked from Walter's parents' home across town to that shop, all the while Walter preparing me for how Doug may be a little rough and crude at times! Trucker family and all...We were both just out of Bible College and I think Walter wanted me to be aware of the atmosphere I may encounter. I wasn't exactly innocent and naive; but I was duly warned and braced myself for some colourful language and perhaps some off-colour jokes!
Doug was very polite, toning down any language and comments from what I had expected. It was a very pleasant visit and I was very impressed with Doug's manners and friendliness. Sure surprised Walter!
We would often hang out with Doug when we'd visit in Clyde, going for coffee or watching a movie. But as we got married, had children and got more involved in our ministry in Regina, we saw less of Doug.
Then, Walter got a phone call: Doug asked if Walter would be a groomsmen for him and his wife to be, Wanda. We had a blast at their wedding - a cowboy theme and attire. The kids were intrigued by the big net full of balloons to be released at the dance hall, so we made sure we all were there for the couple's first dance and the showering down of all those balloons!
For most of their married life, they lived out of their truck. They would look us up when they passed through Saskatchewan. Once, they spent a couple days with us when they had an unexpected break-down that kept them stuck in Regina.
We could always count on Doug to regale us with tales of their younger years! There were moments when Walter wished Doug wouldn't repeat some of the adventures in front of our impressionable kids, but we knew Doug and Wanda were great people, generous and loyal friends and loved hanging around with us and our family.
In the recent years, we were their mailing address so we did see or connect with them more regularly. So to be some of the first to be contacted at the sad news of Doug's passing was an honour.
For Walter to also be asked to take the funeral service was both an amazing privilege and an emotionally difficult request. To have a close friend, only 8 days younger, die suddenly and be asked to perform a special ministry for him has been a roller coaster ride for us both!
In anticipation of the funeral on Saturday, December 20, Walter has been meditating on Scripture and sharing memories. He has been taking time to be alone, to think and pray, to work on projects in his garage. It is one thing to prepare for a celebration, a party, a happy time like Christmas; it is another to prepare for a sad, too-early parting of loved ones. So the spiritual and emotional journey of preparing for this ministry is heavy and taxing.
As the wife, I feel helpless to comfort. I feel a sadness that comes from my own memories and friendship with Doug and his wife, Wanda. But I know I can only come alongside, pray and pray some more and offer my presence more than anything else. There really aren't words at a time like this. And as we spend hours in the car tomorrow on the way up to Walter's hometown, I believe God will already be ahead of us, preparing the way. Where He has called us, He will equip us for the ministry.. Speaking in front of the many friends and folks whom Walter hasn't seen in over 30 years, is a daunting task. Only fully trusting in the Holy Spirit to speak through him will give Walter the confident assurance that he can do this.
"I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken."
Psalm 16:8
This is a unique lesson in Advent, the preparation time. Learning to trust even more the plans of God and surrendering to be part of them.
Monday 14 December 2015
We got a tree!
On Sunday afternoon, following our very special Christmas program at church, complete with the turkey dinner, we were all sitting in the family room at home. Turkey coma! Watching a World Curling tour final on tv and being pretty lazy.
Then Walter suggested that we find a Christmas tree.
I've been waiting, trying not to push the Christmas stuff this year. I tend to get myself worked up and direct everyone when it comes to the Christmas traditions and preparations. So I've been patiently waiting for the right time for things. And I guess Walter saw that the tree hadn't been chosen and purchased yet so...
Since we can't all fit into our Jetta cars, and the tree had to be either stuffed in the trunk or strapped to the roof, only 4 of us decided to make the journey to the Y's Men tree lot! Walter opted to stay back and prepare the spot in the dining room for the tree to stand.
This year, it wasn't a -35 degree Celsius with a wind outing! So we arrived at the lot around 5 pm, getting dark and only mildly cool outside. Caylea chose a white spruce, 5-6 feet tall, that only cost $50.00. Nice. Daniel and Kevin (Caylea's friend from her tour group), loaded and strapped it onto the roof of the Jetta, while I paid inside the ratty 1970's vintage camper.
We drove carefully to the Chinese food restaurant, where our take-out order was waiting for us. The tempting aroma of supper and the joy of finding a good deal on a tree gave us cause for smiles and laughter as we made our way home again.
***** ***** *****
As I wake up on this Monday morning, I am conflicted. I could plunge into Christmas baking and gift buying...still not finished that! But we received sad news on the weekend that a school friend of Walter's from his hometown of Clyde, Alberta, had passed away. Age 55. Hitting Walter hard. Doug's wife, Wanda, called to ask if Walter would do the funeral service on Saturday, December 20 in Alberta so of course, we will be honoured to support and help out the family. So, it is hard to get festive when I know the next few days will be focused on preparing for the funeral and being gone for 3 or 4 days, counting the travel days, when all our kids will be home for the holidays!
I was encouraged and refocused when I read some Psalms this morning. The perspective is so different when I know God is in control. When I remember a few days away from family is small in comparison to the spiritual impact we desire to have. He is our refuge; we are under the shadow of His wings.
I will proceed with a few errands and Christmas preparations today, giving thanks that God is with us through it all. Our adult kids will have special time just for them. And we will still have several days together for our celebration of Christ's birth.
God is good.
On Sunday afternoon, following our very special Christmas program at church, complete with the turkey dinner, we were all sitting in the family room at home. Turkey coma! Watching a World Curling tour final on tv and being pretty lazy.
Then Walter suggested that we find a Christmas tree.
I've been waiting, trying not to push the Christmas stuff this year. I tend to get myself worked up and direct everyone when it comes to the Christmas traditions and preparations. So I've been patiently waiting for the right time for things. And I guess Walter saw that the tree hadn't been chosen and purchased yet so...
Since we can't all fit into our Jetta cars, and the tree had to be either stuffed in the trunk or strapped to the roof, only 4 of us decided to make the journey to the Y's Men tree lot! Walter opted to stay back and prepare the spot in the dining room for the tree to stand.
This year, it wasn't a -35 degree Celsius with a wind outing! So we arrived at the lot around 5 pm, getting dark and only mildly cool outside. Caylea chose a white spruce, 5-6 feet tall, that only cost $50.00. Nice. Daniel and Kevin (Caylea's friend from her tour group), loaded and strapped it onto the roof of the Jetta, while I paid inside the ratty 1970's vintage camper.
We drove carefully to the Chinese food restaurant, where our take-out order was waiting for us. The tempting aroma of supper and the joy of finding a good deal on a tree gave us cause for smiles and laughter as we made our way home again.
***** ***** *****
As I wake up on this Monday morning, I am conflicted. I could plunge into Christmas baking and gift buying...still not finished that! But we received sad news on the weekend that a school friend of Walter's from his hometown of Clyde, Alberta, had passed away. Age 55. Hitting Walter hard. Doug's wife, Wanda, called to ask if Walter would do the funeral service on Saturday, December 20 in Alberta so of course, we will be honoured to support and help out the family. So, it is hard to get festive when I know the next few days will be focused on preparing for the funeral and being gone for 3 or 4 days, counting the travel days, when all our kids will be home for the holidays!
I was encouraged and refocused when I read some Psalms this morning. The perspective is so different when I know God is in control. When I remember a few days away from family is small in comparison to the spiritual impact we desire to have. He is our refuge; we are under the shadow of His wings.
I will proceed with a few errands and Christmas preparations today, giving thanks that God is with us through it all. Our adult kids will have special time just for them. And we will still have several days together for our celebration of Christ's birth.
God is good.
Thursday 10 December 2015
Here it is, December 10, and I am finally giving myself permission to "do Christmas."
Caylea arrived, along with a friend, Kevin, from Upside Down Productions. So, my mother-heart is now free to go nuts with the season's preparations! I did some baking, put up a few decorations, but with Caylea (and Daniel) home, we have a quorum of our children to choose a Christmas tree and fully deck the halls. Now that Mark is married, he and Amy join in our celebrations, but aren't always around to carry on some of the traditions. They plug in with whatever is going on and its all good.
As I blog, Walter is back out in the garage, working on scroll saw creations for Christmas. I am puttering with supper, decorations and Christmas cards to be sent. I was listening to the "Pentatonix" Christmas album from last year and learning a song from it to perhaps share in one of our services over the Advent/Christmas season. To quote a Julie Andrews song, "These are a few of my favourite things..."
I haven't been writing as diligently as I'd like. I am not even reading any specific Advent devotionals like I normally would. Rather, I am trying to slow down, listen and truly hear what the the Lord is saying to me. Some days I am distracted and rushed; other days I can sense and know the voice of my Shepherd. All a part of the human journey in following Jesus.
John 10 is one of my favourite passages where Jesus speaks about His relationship to us.
"Most assuredly, I say to you, he who does not enter the sheepfold by the door, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber. But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep." Jesus Christ is that Shepherd, who was sent by the Father as the only true Saviour. Jesus did not sneak in to the world, but came humbly and yet with great miraculous signs to confirm His prophesied coming. The Christmas story is full of unusual circumstances that are unique and beautiful. The angels, the shepherds, the innkeeper, the Wise Men...
"To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out." I heard about Jesus, and His exclusive call to believe and receive Him alone for salvation. I wrestled. I didn't want to go along with something without thinking it through. Finally, one day, I made that choice to accept Jesus Christ as my Saviour and to give Him my life. I was convinced He was "the Way, the Truth and the Life" (John 14:6). I heard His voice and He called me by name.
"And when he brings out His own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice." After several years of following the Shepherd, I have been learning to hear and know His voice. I was taught to read the Bible and to discern everything I hear and see through the Bible's authority. Fortunately the Holy Spirit protected and guided me and I have been blessed with wise spiritual leaders who have been committed to the Truth. What a comfort to know my Shepherd has gone before me everywhere I go...to Bible College, to short term missions, to Regina, to a full time missionary career, to marriage, motherhood...and the journey continues.
Verse 9 "I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and go out and find pasture." I feel the strong leading of my Shepherd as Walter and I have pursued ministry these past 26 years. I have not always understood or easily accepted changes in the path; I have eventually received promises from the Lord when the direction or job description changed and I learned to adjust. The Shepherd has always provided good pasture for me. I have been led to green pastures and to quiet waters.
"The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." Oh, we have known the wiles of the thief, the enemy. He has tried to bring harm, to crush our minds and hearts and even to take our lives! He has not been complacent while our ministry and our family have grown in God. But Jesus, the Good Shepherd, has given us abundance! Finances, vehicles, homes, vacations, opportunities, food, friends, supporters, conferences, fellowship, prayer partners, HOPE! The list is endless, how God has given us everything we have needed for life and godliness through our Lord Jesus Christ. He has given us victory when the enemy tried to convince us of defeat!
Verse 14 "I am the good shepherd; and I know my sheep, and am known by my own." Jesus has been such a good shepherd. He has known me, known my weaknesses and failures. He has known my sins and my foolishness. He has also known my heart and shown me grace to forgive me and continue to heal me. To know my Shepherd, to trust Him and learn from Him has been my greatest longing and joy. How precious to be in an intimate relationship with Jesus and to never have to fear rejection. I belong to Him and nothing can pluck me from His hand (verse 28). Nothing can separate me from His love. I will spend the rest of my life here and then eternity getting to know Him more.
May the Lord, our Good Shepherd, call you, lead you and know you in new ways this Christmas season...
Caylea arrived, along with a friend, Kevin, from Upside Down Productions. So, my mother-heart is now free to go nuts with the season's preparations! I did some baking, put up a few decorations, but with Caylea (and Daniel) home, we have a quorum of our children to choose a Christmas tree and fully deck the halls. Now that Mark is married, he and Amy join in our celebrations, but aren't always around to carry on some of the traditions. They plug in with whatever is going on and its all good.
As I blog, Walter is back out in the garage, working on scroll saw creations for Christmas. I am puttering with supper, decorations and Christmas cards to be sent. I was listening to the "Pentatonix" Christmas album from last year and learning a song from it to perhaps share in one of our services over the Advent/Christmas season. To quote a Julie Andrews song, "These are a few of my favourite things..."
I haven't been writing as diligently as I'd like. I am not even reading any specific Advent devotionals like I normally would. Rather, I am trying to slow down, listen and truly hear what the the Lord is saying to me. Some days I am distracted and rushed; other days I can sense and know the voice of my Shepherd. All a part of the human journey in following Jesus.
John 10 is one of my favourite passages where Jesus speaks about His relationship to us.
"Most assuredly, I say to you, he who does not enter the sheepfold by the door, but climbs up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber. But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep." Jesus Christ is that Shepherd, who was sent by the Father as the only true Saviour. Jesus did not sneak in to the world, but came humbly and yet with great miraculous signs to confirm His prophesied coming. The Christmas story is full of unusual circumstances that are unique and beautiful. The angels, the shepherds, the innkeeper, the Wise Men...
"To him the doorkeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out." I heard about Jesus, and His exclusive call to believe and receive Him alone for salvation. I wrestled. I didn't want to go along with something without thinking it through. Finally, one day, I made that choice to accept Jesus Christ as my Saviour and to give Him my life. I was convinced He was "the Way, the Truth and the Life" (John 14:6). I heard His voice and He called me by name.
"And when he brings out His own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice." After several years of following the Shepherd, I have been learning to hear and know His voice. I was taught to read the Bible and to discern everything I hear and see through the Bible's authority. Fortunately the Holy Spirit protected and guided me and I have been blessed with wise spiritual leaders who have been committed to the Truth. What a comfort to know my Shepherd has gone before me everywhere I go...to Bible College, to short term missions, to Regina, to a full time missionary career, to marriage, motherhood...and the journey continues.
Verse 9 "I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and go out and find pasture." I feel the strong leading of my Shepherd as Walter and I have pursued ministry these past 26 years. I have not always understood or easily accepted changes in the path; I have eventually received promises from the Lord when the direction or job description changed and I learned to adjust. The Shepherd has always provided good pasture for me. I have been led to green pastures and to quiet waters.
"The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." Oh, we have known the wiles of the thief, the enemy. He has tried to bring harm, to crush our minds and hearts and even to take our lives! He has not been complacent while our ministry and our family have grown in God. But Jesus, the Good Shepherd, has given us abundance! Finances, vehicles, homes, vacations, opportunities, food, friends, supporters, conferences, fellowship, prayer partners, HOPE! The list is endless, how God has given us everything we have needed for life and godliness through our Lord Jesus Christ. He has given us victory when the enemy tried to convince us of defeat!
Verse 14 "I am the good shepherd; and I know my sheep, and am known by my own." Jesus has been such a good shepherd. He has known me, known my weaknesses and failures. He has known my sins and my foolishness. He has also known my heart and shown me grace to forgive me and continue to heal me. To know my Shepherd, to trust Him and learn from Him has been my greatest longing and joy. How precious to be in an intimate relationship with Jesus and to never have to fear rejection. I belong to Him and nothing can pluck me from His hand (verse 28). Nothing can separate me from His love. I will spend the rest of my life here and then eternity getting to know Him more.
May the Lord, our Good Shepherd, call you, lead you and know you in new ways this Christmas season...
Saturday 5 December 2015
Two blogs in one night?
I've got so much on my mind...
Tonight, we had a young couple over for supper and the evening. They are from Ontario, living in small-town Saskatchewan and are exploring ministry. It appears God has already been directing them to get involved in youth work on a Reserve about 2 hours from Regina. They shared with us their testimonies, how they met and married, and how God brought them to the prairies. Crazy story but I won't go into details here...
We sat around our dining room table with our hot drinks and remnants of the roast beef supper and dessert crumbs on the table cloth. Both of them eagerly told their stories and took very little prompting to be open and frank with us. Walter and I listened, interjecting occasionally, but mostly allowing their vision and passion to come forth.
Soon, we moved to the living room - softer cushions - and we gave them some information about what Healing Hearts is about and what steps people can take to join as faith missionaries with our ministry. The concept was somewhat new to them, to raise funds and find supporters. But they took in all they could, asking very good questions, and accepting a book "The 3D Gospel", that is a very insightful read on the three main worldviews that encompass most cultures. They had already experienced crossing cultures from eastern Canada to the west, then from Toronto to rural Saskatchewan and then to a First Nation. So we think the book will help them process what they have already been living and observing.
Before they politely said their thank you's and good bye's, we prayed with them. As Walter always does with any prospective missionary staff, he prayed that God would reveal His will and make it clear if this was His plan for them and for Healing Hearts.
About two or three months ago, I had been reading Isaiah and a verse is chapter 54 popped out and grabbed my attention. "Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes. For you will spread abroad to the right and to the left..."
I read and recorded the verses in my journal, praying that God would guide us as this seemed to be a promise for us. I thought to just keep it to myself, not knowing if this was a word from the Lord for us or not. But I soon shared it with Walter because it wouldn't leave my thoughts!
And sure enough, in the past few weeks, we have had two couples and a single guy ask to join HHM! Each has come from a different background, but all have a heart to reach people for the Lord and are involved in First Nations communities or ministries already.
I don't even know how to express the awe I feel! God gave us those verses almost as a warning to get ready for the growth and expansion of the "tent" of our organization. At times though it still feels a little overwhelming and we both feel inadequate to give good direction and provide healthy member care for everyone who comes on board. We don't want to keep saying "Yes" to folks who ask to join without being prepared to minister and lead well.
Isaiah 54:6 gives a promise that may not seem to be in the context of the original prophecy to Israel but it seems to be what I need to hear tonight ~
"For the Lord has called you..."
That's all we can hope for and trust in: that God has called us to this leadership role and that God is also calling others to join HHM and HE WILL EQUIP!
I've got so much on my mind...
Tonight, we had a young couple over for supper and the evening. They are from Ontario, living in small-town Saskatchewan and are exploring ministry. It appears God has already been directing them to get involved in youth work on a Reserve about 2 hours from Regina. They shared with us their testimonies, how they met and married, and how God brought them to the prairies. Crazy story but I won't go into details here...
We sat around our dining room table with our hot drinks and remnants of the roast beef supper and dessert crumbs on the table cloth. Both of them eagerly told their stories and took very little prompting to be open and frank with us. Walter and I listened, interjecting occasionally, but mostly allowing their vision and passion to come forth.
Soon, we moved to the living room - softer cushions - and we gave them some information about what Healing Hearts is about and what steps people can take to join as faith missionaries with our ministry. The concept was somewhat new to them, to raise funds and find supporters. But they took in all they could, asking very good questions, and accepting a book "The 3D Gospel", that is a very insightful read on the three main worldviews that encompass most cultures. They had already experienced crossing cultures from eastern Canada to the west, then from Toronto to rural Saskatchewan and then to a First Nation. So we think the book will help them process what they have already been living and observing.
Before they politely said their thank you's and good bye's, we prayed with them. As Walter always does with any prospective missionary staff, he prayed that God would reveal His will and make it clear if this was His plan for them and for Healing Hearts.
About two or three months ago, I had been reading Isaiah and a verse is chapter 54 popped out and grabbed my attention. "Enlarge the place of your tent, and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out; do not hold back; lengthen your cords and strengthen your stakes. For you will spread abroad to the right and to the left..."
I read and recorded the verses in my journal, praying that God would guide us as this seemed to be a promise for us. I thought to just keep it to myself, not knowing if this was a word from the Lord for us or not. But I soon shared it with Walter because it wouldn't leave my thoughts!
And sure enough, in the past few weeks, we have had two couples and a single guy ask to join HHM! Each has come from a different background, but all have a heart to reach people for the Lord and are involved in First Nations communities or ministries already.
I don't even know how to express the awe I feel! God gave us those verses almost as a warning to get ready for the growth and expansion of the "tent" of our organization. At times though it still feels a little overwhelming and we both feel inadequate to give good direction and provide healthy member care for everyone who comes on board. We don't want to keep saying "Yes" to folks who ask to join without being prepared to minister and lead well.
Isaiah 54:6 gives a promise that may not seem to be in the context of the original prophecy to Israel but it seems to be what I need to hear tonight ~
"For the Lord has called you..."
That's all we can hope for and trust in: that God has called us to this leadership role and that God is also calling others to join HHM and HE WILL EQUIP!
So, the Christmas Tea was a wonderful success! The church sanctuary looked amazing, with the lovely lights, table centres and Christmas trees arranged at the front.
I was so thankful to have Dinah, Paula and Aunty Kath support me on the first night. I was nervous and felt I didn't sing as well as I could have. But we are our own worst critic, right? I am trusting the songs were a blessing as the Lord is the One to whom I sang.
The second night I sat a table with all Healing Hearts gals. Always love to be with the people I love and feel comfortable with! The program went more smoothly and I felt more relaxed.
The theme had been on "Christmas Memories" and two mother-daughter pairs shared their family traditions of celebrating the holiday. Dinah kept glancing at me when the one woman described the way they exchanged presents, from youngest to oldest and one person at a time until ALL the presents were opened! That is how our family has been opening gifts for years. And we also start with the reading of Luke 2 and prayer before we dive into the presents. That was kinda neat!
This year was different, in that the weather was so mild and we have virtually no snow on the ground. It was pleasant to drive on dry roads and not wear layers and scarves and boots to keep out the 40 below and wind chill!
I so appreciate the work that so many invested in the two evenings. The men of the church, who dressed in white shirts, dark pants and ties, waited on our tables and served us. God bless each one!
I was so thankful to have Dinah, Paula and Aunty Kath support me on the first night. I was nervous and felt I didn't sing as well as I could have. But we are our own worst critic, right? I am trusting the songs were a blessing as the Lord is the One to whom I sang.
The second night I sat a table with all Healing Hearts gals. Always love to be with the people I love and feel comfortable with! The program went more smoothly and I felt more relaxed.
The theme had been on "Christmas Memories" and two mother-daughter pairs shared their family traditions of celebrating the holiday. Dinah kept glancing at me when the one woman described the way they exchanged presents, from youngest to oldest and one person at a time until ALL the presents were opened! That is how our family has been opening gifts for years. And we also start with the reading of Luke 2 and prayer before we dive into the presents. That was kinda neat!
This year was different, in that the weather was so mild and we have virtually no snow on the ground. It was pleasant to drive on dry roads and not wear layers and scarves and boots to keep out the 40 below and wind chill!
I so appreciate the work that so many invested in the two evenings. The men of the church, who dressed in white shirts, dark pants and ties, waited on our tables and served us. God bless each one!
(Taken by my Paparazzi sister, Paula!)
Thursday 3 December 2015
No matter how often I sing in front of people, I still get nervous in the hours before performing!
About a month ago, the announcement was made that the Parliament Community Church "Ladies Christmas Tea" was coming up in early December. I immediately booked 3 tickets, hoping my step-mom, Dinah, my sister, Paula and possibly my Mom, Charlotte could accompany. The evening is always classy, with lovely festive decorations, tasty treats and an atmosphere of peace for the holiday season. I was looking forward to a relaxing evening with family and friends.
A phone message from the chair of the Christmas Tea committee changed all that!
I was very honoured to be asked to sing two numbers. Right away, I began thinking of which songs I would like to sing. I love Christmas music and have a repertoire of traditional carols and some that I have written. So, I didn't hesitate in saying "Yes", much to the relief of the woman organizing this year's program!
Tonight is the first evening's sitting. This event has become so popular that they hold two nights and usually sell out of tickets! As I practiced one of my own songs (entitled "We're Singin' Joy to the World") and was still debating the second number, I prayed. I don't ever want to haphazardly and casually approach music ministry as if it is just another "performance"! The physical practice, the vocal warm-ups and the chord and key changes are only a small part of preparation. I asked the Lord to use me, to guide in the song selections, to bless the words and my voice to truly touch people's hearts.
As I strummed and sang, the second song choice became clear. I learned a song from a worship CD a few years ago that I sang as a special number on Easter Sunday. But then I realized how appropriate it also could be for Christmas. "The Greatest Gift" by Vicky Beeching, expresses how I feel about the gift Jesus has given to me by His sacrifice on the cross. I choked up a little as I sang the song, and knew the Holy Spirit was stirring me to share that one because it comes from my own experience with Jesus!
Now, the only other detail every woman needs to decide is "what to wear?"
Fortunately, I had thought that one through and have my new black leggings, a black and white print longish tunic with a black sweater and a "Sally Ann" red scarf to complete the ensemble! Black boots or flats will be the safe footwear choice-I don't want to trip up the steps to the stage in front of 100 ladies!
I better get ready soon as I promised to pick Dinah up for the evening's outing. Mom can't make it in from out of town, but my sister and our aunt should be joining us.
Sure hope my hair cooperates...
Oops! That's not what is important.
Keep focused on Jesus, Cindy...its all about Him!
About a month ago, the announcement was made that the Parliament Community Church "Ladies Christmas Tea" was coming up in early December. I immediately booked 3 tickets, hoping my step-mom, Dinah, my sister, Paula and possibly my Mom, Charlotte could accompany. The evening is always classy, with lovely festive decorations, tasty treats and an atmosphere of peace for the holiday season. I was looking forward to a relaxing evening with family and friends.
A phone message from the chair of the Christmas Tea committee changed all that!
I was very honoured to be asked to sing two numbers. Right away, I began thinking of which songs I would like to sing. I love Christmas music and have a repertoire of traditional carols and some that I have written. So, I didn't hesitate in saying "Yes", much to the relief of the woman organizing this year's program!
Tonight is the first evening's sitting. This event has become so popular that they hold two nights and usually sell out of tickets! As I practiced one of my own songs (entitled "We're Singin' Joy to the World") and was still debating the second number, I prayed. I don't ever want to haphazardly and casually approach music ministry as if it is just another "performance"! The physical practice, the vocal warm-ups and the chord and key changes are only a small part of preparation. I asked the Lord to use me, to guide in the song selections, to bless the words and my voice to truly touch people's hearts.
As I strummed and sang, the second song choice became clear. I learned a song from a worship CD a few years ago that I sang as a special number on Easter Sunday. But then I realized how appropriate it also could be for Christmas. "The Greatest Gift" by Vicky Beeching, expresses how I feel about the gift Jesus has given to me by His sacrifice on the cross. I choked up a little as I sang the song, and knew the Holy Spirit was stirring me to share that one because it comes from my own experience with Jesus!
Now, the only other detail every woman needs to decide is "what to wear?"
Fortunately, I had thought that one through and have my new black leggings, a black and white print longish tunic with a black sweater and a "Sally Ann" red scarf to complete the ensemble! Black boots or flats will be the safe footwear choice-I don't want to trip up the steps to the stage in front of 100 ladies!
I better get ready soon as I promised to pick Dinah up for the evening's outing. Mom can't make it in from out of town, but my sister and our aunt should be joining us.
Sure hope my hair cooperates...
Oops! That's not what is important.
Keep focused on Jesus, Cindy...its all about Him!
Saturday 28 November 2015
The alarm on my cell phone trilled its gentle song, beckoning me to rouse from a cozy sleep. I blinked, trying to focus on the time. 7:20 am. On a Saturday morning.
The sun was beginning to glow on the horizon. Dark blue blended into pale yellow and orange with a dark pink along the ground. I stared out my bedroom window, contemplating what I needed to do before we hit the highway.
I packed the food, wrapped gifts and my guitar into our car. Walter joined me in loading the car and we backed down our driveway into the ever-brightening day.
Virtually no snow but a crystal covering of frost glistened on the fields of stubble as we drove north out of Regina. We like to take the backroads whenever we can to avoid the city traffic and stoplights. We rode in silence for several miles. Both of us were letting the coffee wake us up before we attempted conversation!
Walter played a Slacker Radio all-Christmas station as we drove to our first festive event of the season. With no snow and unseasonably warm weather this fall, I certainly haven't felt in the "Christmas spirit" yet. But as we drew closer to our destination near Melfort, with the music softly setting the tone, I knew I'd get into the mood once we saw all our NAIM family for the annual American Thanksgiving/Christmas party.
We were greeted by a few friendly faces and barking dogs welcoming us to the Alsbachs' farm. The smell of wood smoke wafted our way. As we walked in to the house, warmth and tasty aromas filled our senses. Hugs, hellos and helpful hands assisted us in unloading our burdens and guiding us into the large meeting room. Soon we were happily engaged in conversations with several of our co-workers of Saskatchewan. It was great to see everyone!
A table was ready to hold our potluck dishes and another was set up with coffee and other beverages. We placed our gifts under a tabletop Christmas tree, ready for the crazy gift exchange. The large garage-turned youth room was arranged with comfy couches, a wood stove and ping-pong table serving as a dining space with festive tablecloth adorning it. Everything was prepared for this gathering.
Neal cleared his throat and welcomed us all. He led in a prayer and then parents lined up with their children to dish up their plates. It felt weird for us not to have our own children with us this year. I remember them playing with their fellow MK's (missionary kids) and disappearing outside or in another part of the big house. They could hardly wait for the gift exchange, as well. Now we watched as the other families guided their kids and cleaned up spills!
We all enjoyed the delicious meal and no one sat in one place for long. It was wonderful to mingle and catch up with everyone's lives, families, ministry and of course, hunting tales!
When we couldn't fit another morsel of dessert into our full tummies, Rick and I pulled out our guitars and music to accompany a carol-sing. Folks called out favourites and we stumbled through the sometimes complicated chord progressions. Of course, someone requested "The Twelve Days of Christmas" so we did a couple verses, then skipped to the twelfth verse and ran it down to the end. The kids moaned in disappointment but that song is as bad as "100 Bottles of Pop on the Wall"!
The sun was lowering in the sky as the afternoon wore on. No one was in a rush to leave. Except those who hoped to catch some daylight and find that elusive deer before sundown. So we continued on with the gifts and had a blast picking, stealing and trading until the last gift was opened.
Too soon, Walter gave me that knowing look as the signal that we needed to leave. I helped Darcey wash up the dishes and then packed up our belongings. It was hard to leave the pleasant atmosphere and connection with dear friends. But the 2 1/2 hour journey back home in the waning light meant we'd be driving through some darkness. More hugs and Christmas greetings and then we were back in our car.
Winding down the lane to the grid road beyond, I soaked in the memories and the pretty snow-covered surroundings. We chatted and shared our day's experiences for a while. Then Walter turned on a comedy station on the radio and we laughed our way home.
I spotted a couple deer near some round bales in the adjacent field. I hoped they would stay there and not jump across our path. The sky turned to lovely colours as we drove south again down the Number 6 highway. By 7:20 pm, the bright lights of Regina were looming ahead of us.
So much to be thankful for. So many people we have the privilege of serving with to reach First Nations communities with the Gospel. So many years of memories of celebrations of Jesus' birth.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND ENJOY THE HOLIDAY SEASON!
The sun was beginning to glow on the horizon. Dark blue blended into pale yellow and orange with a dark pink along the ground. I stared out my bedroom window, contemplating what I needed to do before we hit the highway.
I packed the food, wrapped gifts and my guitar into our car. Walter joined me in loading the car and we backed down our driveway into the ever-brightening day.
Virtually no snow but a crystal covering of frost glistened on the fields of stubble as we drove north out of Regina. We like to take the backroads whenever we can to avoid the city traffic and stoplights. We rode in silence for several miles. Both of us were letting the coffee wake us up before we attempted conversation!
Walter played a Slacker Radio all-Christmas station as we drove to our first festive event of the season. With no snow and unseasonably warm weather this fall, I certainly haven't felt in the "Christmas spirit" yet. But as we drew closer to our destination near Melfort, with the music softly setting the tone, I knew I'd get into the mood once we saw all our NAIM family for the annual American Thanksgiving/Christmas party.
We were greeted by a few friendly faces and barking dogs welcoming us to the Alsbachs' farm. The smell of wood smoke wafted our way. As we walked in to the house, warmth and tasty aromas filled our senses. Hugs, hellos and helpful hands assisted us in unloading our burdens and guiding us into the large meeting room. Soon we were happily engaged in conversations with several of our co-workers of Saskatchewan. It was great to see everyone!
A table was ready to hold our potluck dishes and another was set up with coffee and other beverages. We placed our gifts under a tabletop Christmas tree, ready for the crazy gift exchange. The large garage-turned youth room was arranged with comfy couches, a wood stove and ping-pong table serving as a dining space with festive tablecloth adorning it. Everything was prepared for this gathering.
Neal cleared his throat and welcomed us all. He led in a prayer and then parents lined up with their children to dish up their plates. It felt weird for us not to have our own children with us this year. I remember them playing with their fellow MK's (missionary kids) and disappearing outside or in another part of the big house. They could hardly wait for the gift exchange, as well. Now we watched as the other families guided their kids and cleaned up spills!
We all enjoyed the delicious meal and no one sat in one place for long. It was wonderful to mingle and catch up with everyone's lives, families, ministry and of course, hunting tales!
When we couldn't fit another morsel of dessert into our full tummies, Rick and I pulled out our guitars and music to accompany a carol-sing. Folks called out favourites and we stumbled through the sometimes complicated chord progressions. Of course, someone requested "The Twelve Days of Christmas" so we did a couple verses, then skipped to the twelfth verse and ran it down to the end. The kids moaned in disappointment but that song is as bad as "100 Bottles of Pop on the Wall"!
The sun was lowering in the sky as the afternoon wore on. No one was in a rush to leave. Except those who hoped to catch some daylight and find that elusive deer before sundown. So we continued on with the gifts and had a blast picking, stealing and trading until the last gift was opened.
Too soon, Walter gave me that knowing look as the signal that we needed to leave. I helped Darcey wash up the dishes and then packed up our belongings. It was hard to leave the pleasant atmosphere and connection with dear friends. But the 2 1/2 hour journey back home in the waning light meant we'd be driving through some darkness. More hugs and Christmas greetings and then we were back in our car.
Winding down the lane to the grid road beyond, I soaked in the memories and the pretty snow-covered surroundings. We chatted and shared our day's experiences for a while. Then Walter turned on a comedy station on the radio and we laughed our way home.
I spotted a couple deer near some round bales in the adjacent field. I hoped they would stay there and not jump across our path. The sky turned to lovely colours as we drove south again down the Number 6 highway. By 7:20 pm, the bright lights of Regina were looming ahead of us.
So much to be thankful for. So many people we have the privilege of serving with to reach First Nations communities with the Gospel. So many years of memories of celebrations of Jesus' birth.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND ENJOY THE HOLIDAY SEASON!
Monday 23 November 2015
"There shall be showers of blessing-This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing sent from the Saviour above.
Showers of blessing, showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling, but for the showers we plead."
I started this day, this new week, singing this song!
What right do I have to expect any blessings at all from my Father? What have I done to deserve the very good life I have? Who is to be "blessed" by God and how does that happen?
The first Scripture that came to mind was Psalm 84:12 ~ "O Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in You." So trust is part of the relationship between the Lord and the one He blesses.
Psalm 1:1 popped into my head ~ "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night." I see how the one who delights in the Word of God and turns away from sin and the lifestyle and identification with the sinful will be blessed. Being in fellowship with others who desire to follow God is crucial.
The very end of Job was on the page before Psalm 1 and my eyes caught the word "blessed" once again! Job's journey was all about figuring out the connection between the Creator God and those who worshiped Him. Why do hardships come on the faithful? What is God's formula for blessing?
"And the Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning...." ~ Job 42:2a God never did explain Himself or Satan's request to test Job. God chooses to bless in His wisdom and lavish love. No explanation required!
Looking in my concordance, I found some New Testament references.
James 1:12a ~ "Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial..." God does reward those who stand firm when tested. It doesn't seem to be about perfect performance on the part of the human, but about the heart and attitude and faith of the individual in his Maker.
As I searched for another Scripture, Ephesians 1:3 stirred my heart. "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places..." How awesome! Even richer is this blessing than Job's cattle and sheep (although the restoration of his family cannot be compared)! Every spiritual blessing includes so much that is no comparison to earthly treasures and provisions. Joy, peace, forgiveness, healing, wisdom, understanding of God's Word, connection of prayer, restoring of broken relationships...the list continues and I could never exhaust the resources of heaven that God has given us access to through Jesus our Lord! My heart is overwhelmed; my cup overflows!
A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine was speaking to a group of women on the "Blessings of Obedience" as she experienced God's lessons in living and serving for 11 months in Uganda. Her Bible text was in Deuteronomy 28 and I highlighted verse 2 today:
"And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you obey the voice of the Lord." I know this almost looks like a formula, a set of conditions as you read the entire book of Deuteronomy. Kind of like the consequences for action principles. We see God as a formidable judge, keeping score of our right and wrong actions and rewarding or punishing accordingly! But I see it more like a loving, approachable Dad, with an armful of presents and very good gifts, wanting to give them to us. And when we disobey and turn away from Him, we are the ones refusing to receive, distancing ourselves from the good things God has for us. It breaks His heart to see us in rebellion or disobedience and missing out on the merciful goodness He wants to bless us with!
"There shall be showers of blessing, if we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing, if we let God have His way.
Showers of blessing, showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead." (Daniel W. Whittle/James McGranahan)
Have a blessed week, family and friends! I know I will.
There shall be seasons refreshing sent from the Saviour above.
Showers of blessing, showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling, but for the showers we plead."
I started this day, this new week, singing this song!
What right do I have to expect any blessings at all from my Father? What have I done to deserve the very good life I have? Who is to be "blessed" by God and how does that happen?
The first Scripture that came to mind was Psalm 84:12 ~ "O Lord of hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in You." So trust is part of the relationship between the Lord and the one He blesses.
Psalm 1:1 popped into my head ~ "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night." I see how the one who delights in the Word of God and turns away from sin and the lifestyle and identification with the sinful will be blessed. Being in fellowship with others who desire to follow God is crucial.
The very end of Job was on the page before Psalm 1 and my eyes caught the word "blessed" once again! Job's journey was all about figuring out the connection between the Creator God and those who worshiped Him. Why do hardships come on the faithful? What is God's formula for blessing?
"And the Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning...." ~ Job 42:2a God never did explain Himself or Satan's request to test Job. God chooses to bless in His wisdom and lavish love. No explanation required!
Looking in my concordance, I found some New Testament references.
James 1:12a ~ "Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial..." God does reward those who stand firm when tested. It doesn't seem to be about perfect performance on the part of the human, but about the heart and attitude and faith of the individual in his Maker.
As I searched for another Scripture, Ephesians 1:3 stirred my heart. "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places..." How awesome! Even richer is this blessing than Job's cattle and sheep (although the restoration of his family cannot be compared)! Every spiritual blessing includes so much that is no comparison to earthly treasures and provisions. Joy, peace, forgiveness, healing, wisdom, understanding of God's Word, connection of prayer, restoring of broken relationships...the list continues and I could never exhaust the resources of heaven that God has given us access to through Jesus our Lord! My heart is overwhelmed; my cup overflows!
A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine was speaking to a group of women on the "Blessings of Obedience" as she experienced God's lessons in living and serving for 11 months in Uganda. Her Bible text was in Deuteronomy 28 and I highlighted verse 2 today:
"And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you obey the voice of the Lord." I know this almost looks like a formula, a set of conditions as you read the entire book of Deuteronomy. Kind of like the consequences for action principles. We see God as a formidable judge, keeping score of our right and wrong actions and rewarding or punishing accordingly! But I see it more like a loving, approachable Dad, with an armful of presents and very good gifts, wanting to give them to us. And when we disobey and turn away from Him, we are the ones refusing to receive, distancing ourselves from the good things God has for us. It breaks His heart to see us in rebellion or disobedience and missing out on the merciful goodness He wants to bless us with!
"There shall be showers of blessing, if we but trust and obey;
There shall be seasons refreshing, if we let God have His way.
Showers of blessing, showers of blessing we need;
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead." (Daniel W. Whittle/James McGranahan)
Have a blessed week, family and friends! I know I will.
Friday 20 November 2015
I've been reading "Emotionally Healthy Spirituality" by Peter Scazzero, a pastor of a huge congregation in New York City. Some of his book is basics I have heard before. I felt like the beginning was pretty elementary and I wanted to get to the meat of the issues. Well, when I hit a chapter entitled "Journey through the Wall", I felt like I had actually hit a wall! I could see myself and many others as at that stage in our life's journeys. I know I've hit walls before and had a measure of success in working through my fears, or anxieties, or blocks that were there. But many of us have more than one issue to face...and I could really relate to this chapter.
Then I coasted along through some other chapters and could agree with the premises of looking back in order to move forward. Many of Peter's applications are very practical. Dealing with grief and loss. Learning to face conflicts and not be false peacemakers. Listen, communicate clearly, don't make assumptions about others, be realistic about expectations on ourselves and others.
The author also wrote about the practices of Sabbath and Daily Office for personal rest and spiritual connection with God. This coincided with the book I had read earlier this year, "The Rest of God" by Mark Buchanan. We need to be emotionally healthy in order to be spiritually mature. And we need to practice spiritual disciplines in order to become mature and maintain emotional health. It makes sense.
The main goal in seeking to be emotionally healthy and spiritually mature is to honour and love God. The second goal is like it, to love and relate to others well. Sounds just like Jesus' words to the Jewish man who asked which commandment was most important...Matthew 22:37-40.
A couple of meaningful quotes the Pastor Scazzero includes in his book are from some spiritual greats we may be familiar with:
"...loving one person at a time." ~ Mother Theresa
"Love is..."to reveal the beauty of another person to themselves..." ~ Jean Vanier
We can measure a person's maturity by how well they love. An infant is very self-focused, loving himself most and not really concerned with others' needs or wants. A child will have some awareness of others and try to relate to others in as much as they meet their needs. An adolescent is still often preoccupied with himself, defensive and poor in dealing with conflict. But the adult - emotionally - will be able to communicate clearly what they need, be able to listen to others' struggles and be caring and respectful. They can resolve conflicts, stay in relationship with others, take responsibility for their own thoughts and feelings and not use people for what they can get but can have mutual give and take with an appreciation for who the person is.
The truth is, "people may be, chronologically, forty-five years old but remain an emotional infant, child or adolescent." (page 178) I don't want to stay in any of those stages. I can see a lot of myself in the adolescent stage yet and it's a little embarrassing to think I am not as mature as I'd like others to think I am!
I have a couple more chapters to finish and some exercises in the appendix section. Hopefully this book and what I am learning can be a useful and helpful tool as Walter and I seek to coach and encourage our staff with Healing Hearts Ministries, Inc. in becoming all they can be in Christ!
Then I coasted along through some other chapters and could agree with the premises of looking back in order to move forward. Many of Peter's applications are very practical. Dealing with grief and loss. Learning to face conflicts and not be false peacemakers. Listen, communicate clearly, don't make assumptions about others, be realistic about expectations on ourselves and others.
The author also wrote about the practices of Sabbath and Daily Office for personal rest and spiritual connection with God. This coincided with the book I had read earlier this year, "The Rest of God" by Mark Buchanan. We need to be emotionally healthy in order to be spiritually mature. And we need to practice spiritual disciplines in order to become mature and maintain emotional health. It makes sense.
The main goal in seeking to be emotionally healthy and spiritually mature is to honour and love God. The second goal is like it, to love and relate to others well. Sounds just like Jesus' words to the Jewish man who asked which commandment was most important...Matthew 22:37-40.
A couple of meaningful quotes the Pastor Scazzero includes in his book are from some spiritual greats we may be familiar with:
"...loving one person at a time." ~ Mother Theresa
"Love is..."to reveal the beauty of another person to themselves..." ~ Jean Vanier
We can measure a person's maturity by how well they love. An infant is very self-focused, loving himself most and not really concerned with others' needs or wants. A child will have some awareness of others and try to relate to others in as much as they meet their needs. An adolescent is still often preoccupied with himself, defensive and poor in dealing with conflict. But the adult - emotionally - will be able to communicate clearly what they need, be able to listen to others' struggles and be caring and respectful. They can resolve conflicts, stay in relationship with others, take responsibility for their own thoughts and feelings and not use people for what they can get but can have mutual give and take with an appreciation for who the person is.
The truth is, "people may be, chronologically, forty-five years old but remain an emotional infant, child or adolescent." (page 178) I don't want to stay in any of those stages. I can see a lot of myself in the adolescent stage yet and it's a little embarrassing to think I am not as mature as I'd like others to think I am!
I have a couple more chapters to finish and some exercises in the appendix section. Hopefully this book and what I am learning can be a useful and helpful tool as Walter and I seek to coach and encourage our staff with Healing Hearts Ministries, Inc. in becoming all they can be in Christ!
Thursday 19 November 2015
"I love You, O Lord, my strength." ~ Psalm 18:1
I read this verse in my devotions the other morning.
Thirty years ago, I was a freshmen student at Canadian Bible College, with a sweet roommate named Paula. She had grown up in a Christian family, was raised going to church and really was a lovely person. I felt in such contrast with her: only a Christian follower for 3 years, barely knew my Bible and had a broken family that I was not sure how to relate to!
I remember Paula sharing this Scripture from Psalm 18 as her favourite verse. It seemed very intimate and close with the Lord. The words were simple, yet deep. And I couldn't relate to her.
Looking back, I can see my relationship to God was still pretty formal and official. I loved to worship, but God was big, distant, and holy. I needed to please Him. It was hard to say "I love You", to the Lord; it felt awkward and silly somehow...
How sad! I longed for the kind of closeness my roommate seemed to have with her Saviour but I didn't know how to do that.
But when I read this verse now, I can draw such comfort and delight from the words. God has been my strength over and over. He is my Lord. I do love Him! I have grown in my understanding of who He is and I have come to trust Him with very deep and personal parts of my life. How different to meditate on this Scripture and not feel it to be a foreign concept!
Thank you, Paula, for bringing that verse to my attention so many years ago and blessing me with your gentle and quiet testimony.
I read this verse in my devotions the other morning.
Thirty years ago, I was a freshmen student at Canadian Bible College, with a sweet roommate named Paula. She had grown up in a Christian family, was raised going to church and really was a lovely person. I felt in such contrast with her: only a Christian follower for 3 years, barely knew my Bible and had a broken family that I was not sure how to relate to!
I remember Paula sharing this Scripture from Psalm 18 as her favourite verse. It seemed very intimate and close with the Lord. The words were simple, yet deep. And I couldn't relate to her.
Looking back, I can see my relationship to God was still pretty formal and official. I loved to worship, but God was big, distant, and holy. I needed to please Him. It was hard to say "I love You", to the Lord; it felt awkward and silly somehow...
How sad! I longed for the kind of closeness my roommate seemed to have with her Saviour but I didn't know how to do that.
But when I read this verse now, I can draw such comfort and delight from the words. God has been my strength over and over. He is my Lord. I do love Him! I have grown in my understanding of who He is and I have come to trust Him with very deep and personal parts of my life. How different to meditate on this Scripture and not feel it to be a foreign concept!
Thank you, Paula, for bringing that verse to my attention so many years ago and blessing me with your gentle and quiet testimony.
Sunday 15 November 2015
The weekend has been quiet for the Selke family!
We've spent a lot of time on the couch, watching a Grand Slam curling event on TV and switching to CFL semi-finals on another sports station. It feels good to rest; but now I'm beginning to get antsy. Especially since the weather is unseasonably warm and pleasant for mid-November. But in all our excitement, Walter is still experience pain and tenderness in his abdomen and I caught a cold. So the couch it is!
No news from Caylea and the "Ensenada Experience" team. We assume no news means they successfully crossed into Mexico and are happily going about their ministry! They will be performing musically, sharing testimonies and having conversations with folks in Rehab centers, jails and other venues that a man named "Ricardo" will book for the team. I am anxious to hear how things are going...
Daniel has moved back home this weekend. Somehow his belongings that used to fit into a relatively small bedroom and a few sports items in the basement now take up the lower level of our house. Things are in constant motion and flux in our household!
We usually hear from Mark and Amy every week or two but I think they are preparing for the move from the camp in Quebec to another "One Hope" camp near Blind River, Ontario. I am sure they are busy and will connect when they have opportunity.
Again, the lesson for me in the past week has been to learn to wait on the Lord and trust Him alone. I cannot trust in myself. I have no power to heal gall stone attacks! I cannot trust in my husband when he is the victim of a health issue. I cannot trust in the medical professionals as they also are just human. My hope must be in God.
This week as I had begun with a personal retreat time at our cabin on Katepwa Lake, I had spent significant time meditating on the Names of God and the Scriptures describing His nature and character. It was so good to have that as my foundation for the challenges ahead, to remind me WHO is in control and WHO I can ultimately trust.
As we wait for a call about surgery, I realize we are waiting for God's timing and I know He will not make a mistake. It will not be too early or too late.
God will be "right on time"!
Have a good week, my friends!
We've spent a lot of time on the couch, watching a Grand Slam curling event on TV and switching to CFL semi-finals on another sports station. It feels good to rest; but now I'm beginning to get antsy. Especially since the weather is unseasonably warm and pleasant for mid-November. But in all our excitement, Walter is still experience pain and tenderness in his abdomen and I caught a cold. So the couch it is!
No news from Caylea and the "Ensenada Experience" team. We assume no news means they successfully crossed into Mexico and are happily going about their ministry! They will be performing musically, sharing testimonies and having conversations with folks in Rehab centers, jails and other venues that a man named "Ricardo" will book for the team. I am anxious to hear how things are going...
Daniel has moved back home this weekend. Somehow his belongings that used to fit into a relatively small bedroom and a few sports items in the basement now take up the lower level of our house. Things are in constant motion and flux in our household!
We usually hear from Mark and Amy every week or two but I think they are preparing for the move from the camp in Quebec to another "One Hope" camp near Blind River, Ontario. I am sure they are busy and will connect when they have opportunity.
Again, the lesson for me in the past week has been to learn to wait on the Lord and trust Him alone. I cannot trust in myself. I have no power to heal gall stone attacks! I cannot trust in my husband when he is the victim of a health issue. I cannot trust in the medical professionals as they also are just human. My hope must be in God.
This week as I had begun with a personal retreat time at our cabin on Katepwa Lake, I had spent significant time meditating on the Names of God and the Scriptures describing His nature and character. It was so good to have that as my foundation for the challenges ahead, to remind me WHO is in control and WHO I can ultimately trust.
As we wait for a call about surgery, I realize we are waiting for God's timing and I know He will not make a mistake. It will not be too early or too late.
God will be "right on time"!
Have a good week, my friends!
Friday 13 November 2015
Wow! The past 3 days have been very different from what I expected!
We were enjoying our time with Caylea home. I had supper prepared and we had invited Grandma Dinah to join us for the meal and a visit. We had a game of cards going.
But Walter wasn't feeling very well and chose to sit out the card game.
As we were about to sit down to supper, Walter came down to the dining room and said, "Maybe someone can take me to the hospital."
We jumped into action! Daniel got up from the table and offered to take his Dad.
I made sure Walter had all he needed for the journey.
They drove off and us ladies sat down again, not as eager to eat as we had been. I said the grace, praying for Walter's health and for the medical help that he needed.
Before we had finished our meal, Daniel walked in the door. We all stared, not comprehending why he'd be back so soon. But Walter had insisted that Daniel go back home and have supper. "No use ruining everyone's evening," Walter had said
So after finishing up and clearing the table, Grandma went home.
What to do? I just couldn't imagine leaving Walter alone at the ER. The last gall stone episode had lasted over 12 hours and I wanted to be with him. But Caylea was to be meeting the group at 5:30 am to leave for her trip to Mexico.
Thankfully, Daniel stepped up and offered to drive her to the Roots' house and then head to work at 6:30 am. I was so relieved to have that all looked after. So I went to the hospital.
I found my very ill husband in a room in the back with 3 other ER patients. So not ideal! But he was on an IV, had morphine in his system and was at least being looked after. But for the next 5 hours, we waited...waited for blood tests, an X-ray, and the hopes that Walter would be deemed emergent enough to warrant surgery! But no, at 2:30 am the nurse/doctor sent Walter home. The doctor had ordered an ultrasound and they would call us in the morning with the time to return to the hospital for that test. Walter's pain had subsided but I wasn't convinced this was over.
So we dragged ourselves home and into our bed.
Two hours later, Caylea was up and leaving for her 2-week trip to Ensenada but I was too beat to get up and even hug her good-bye! I felt guilty, but soon was sleeping again.
The phone rang at 8 am - the ultrasound appointment was at 11 am. So we had another couple hours to sleep before that.
Day 2 of the ordeal was spent waiting 8 hours for the ultrasound results. No food or water and no IV of fluids for Walter because we thought (and were advised not to) that surgery was still possible. Alas, after waiting endlessly in the ER, then back in the "streaming waiting room", a surgical resident intern called Walter into a examination room. After a run-down on the previous gall bladder attack and the appointment with a surgeon 2 months ago, the intern got the picture and was astounded. In fact, he was frustrated on our behalf because we had waited all day with the hopes of surgery and there was little chance of that happening.
The upside of the ordeal is that this surgical resident had been in the O.R. with the surgeon Walter is to have perform the gall bladder operation. He was going to give the report to the doctor directly, plus talk to her about Walter's case. The surgeon would be on-call on the weekend. Also, if Walter were to have another severe attack like this, we now have the surgeon's office number and will NOT have to go through ER and all the run-around that got us nowhere! Yeah!
So today, we have been spending the day at home, resting, being mindless, replenishing our fluid and food intake. But no word from the surgeon's office.
The plans we had to travel this weekend were cancelled. Although life must go on, I am relieved that Walter chose to recuperate rather than push through.
And we wait...and pray for God to open the way for surgery so Walter will not have to go through another episode like this again!
We were enjoying our time with Caylea home. I had supper prepared and we had invited Grandma Dinah to join us for the meal and a visit. We had a game of cards going.
But Walter wasn't feeling very well and chose to sit out the card game.
As we were about to sit down to supper, Walter came down to the dining room and said, "Maybe someone can take me to the hospital."
We jumped into action! Daniel got up from the table and offered to take his Dad.
I made sure Walter had all he needed for the journey.
They drove off and us ladies sat down again, not as eager to eat as we had been. I said the grace, praying for Walter's health and for the medical help that he needed.
Before we had finished our meal, Daniel walked in the door. We all stared, not comprehending why he'd be back so soon. But Walter had insisted that Daniel go back home and have supper. "No use ruining everyone's evening," Walter had said
So after finishing up and clearing the table, Grandma went home.
What to do? I just couldn't imagine leaving Walter alone at the ER. The last gall stone episode had lasted over 12 hours and I wanted to be with him. But Caylea was to be meeting the group at 5:30 am to leave for her trip to Mexico.
Thankfully, Daniel stepped up and offered to drive her to the Roots' house and then head to work at 6:30 am. I was so relieved to have that all looked after. So I went to the hospital.
I found my very ill husband in a room in the back with 3 other ER patients. So not ideal! But he was on an IV, had morphine in his system and was at least being looked after. But for the next 5 hours, we waited...waited for blood tests, an X-ray, and the hopes that Walter would be deemed emergent enough to warrant surgery! But no, at 2:30 am the nurse/doctor sent Walter home. The doctor had ordered an ultrasound and they would call us in the morning with the time to return to the hospital for that test. Walter's pain had subsided but I wasn't convinced this was over.
So we dragged ourselves home and into our bed.
Two hours later, Caylea was up and leaving for her 2-week trip to Ensenada but I was too beat to get up and even hug her good-bye! I felt guilty, but soon was sleeping again.
The phone rang at 8 am - the ultrasound appointment was at 11 am. So we had another couple hours to sleep before that.
Day 2 of the ordeal was spent waiting 8 hours for the ultrasound results. No food or water and no IV of fluids for Walter because we thought (and were advised not to) that surgery was still possible. Alas, after waiting endlessly in the ER, then back in the "streaming waiting room", a surgical resident intern called Walter into a examination room. After a run-down on the previous gall bladder attack and the appointment with a surgeon 2 months ago, the intern got the picture and was astounded. In fact, he was frustrated on our behalf because we had waited all day with the hopes of surgery and there was little chance of that happening.
The upside of the ordeal is that this surgical resident had been in the O.R. with the surgeon Walter is to have perform the gall bladder operation. He was going to give the report to the doctor directly, plus talk to her about Walter's case. The surgeon would be on-call on the weekend. Also, if Walter were to have another severe attack like this, we now have the surgeon's office number and will NOT have to go through ER and all the run-around that got us nowhere! Yeah!
So today, we have been spending the day at home, resting, being mindless, replenishing our fluid and food intake. But no word from the surgeon's office.
The plans we had to travel this weekend were cancelled. Although life must go on, I am relieved that Walter chose to recuperate rather than push through.
And we wait...and pray for God to open the way for surgery so Walter will not have to go through another episode like this again!
Wednesday 11 November 2015
She's home for a day!
Our daughter, Caylea, has been away on drama tour with "Upside-Down Productions" since September. We've missed any performances that were nearby and she was unable to be home even for Thanksgiving! So for us to have her home - brief visit that it is - will be wonderful!
Before she decided to join up for the winter tour, Caylea had committed to a missions trip through our church "Ensenada Experience". Thus, her Dad booked a flight for her to come home and have a day to prepare for this adventure to Mexico.
Seeing her smiling face at the top of the escalator at the YQR Airport made me grin like the lonely Mama that I am! I hugged her tight. It is precious to hold our grown kids and try to convey the love and pride and joy we feel for them. But she had pent up energy from all the "snacks" West Jet provides on their flights. So she bounded to the carousel to retrieve her bag and off we went, homeward bound!
She talked non-stop about the friends, the places they performed, the annoyances and the thrills of life on the road. She passed on greetings from folks that know us, as well! She was amazed at how small Canada seems, geographically and relationally, as so many people recognized her name or our family at various churches and Bible Colleges they had visited.
I warmed up leftovers for her as she kept up the constant chatter. I was a happy Mom!
Now, I wait somewhat impatiently for Caylea to emerge from her hibernation~the time is so short and she will be busy repacking, buying health insurance, probably making a trip to Walmart, and having a family supper. All too soon she will be leaving for a 30-hour van ride to Ensenada, Mexico on the Baja Peninsula. I am so thankful and pleased that she has a heart for ministry and a love for Jesus. I wouldn't want to keep her home, just to satisfy my selfish loneliness for my little girl. But I will treasure this time with her...
Lord, keep her in your care!
Our daughter, Caylea, has been away on drama tour with "Upside-Down Productions" since September. We've missed any performances that were nearby and she was unable to be home even for Thanksgiving! So for us to have her home - brief visit that it is - will be wonderful!
Before she decided to join up for the winter tour, Caylea had committed to a missions trip through our church "Ensenada Experience". Thus, her Dad booked a flight for her to come home and have a day to prepare for this adventure to Mexico.
Seeing her smiling face at the top of the escalator at the YQR Airport made me grin like the lonely Mama that I am! I hugged her tight. It is precious to hold our grown kids and try to convey the love and pride and joy we feel for them. But she had pent up energy from all the "snacks" West Jet provides on their flights. So she bounded to the carousel to retrieve her bag and off we went, homeward bound!
She talked non-stop about the friends, the places they performed, the annoyances and the thrills of life on the road. She passed on greetings from folks that know us, as well! She was amazed at how small Canada seems, geographically and relationally, as so many people recognized her name or our family at various churches and Bible Colleges they had visited.
I warmed up leftovers for her as she kept up the constant chatter. I was a happy Mom!
Now, I wait somewhat impatiently for Caylea to emerge from her hibernation~the time is so short and she will be busy repacking, buying health insurance, probably making a trip to Walmart, and having a family supper. All too soon she will be leaving for a 30-hour van ride to Ensenada, Mexico on the Baja Peninsula. I am so thankful and pleased that she has a heart for ministry and a love for Jesus. I wouldn't want to keep her home, just to satisfy my selfish loneliness for my little girl. But I will treasure this time with her...
Lord, keep her in your care!
Monday 9 November 2015
"CABIN IN NOVEMBER"
Winding road, car curving with the shoreline along the lake-
gray,
silvery reflection of a dull sun.
Turning into the driveway,
tires crunching on leaves and broken twigs-
bare,
leafless branches of November.
Opening the car door, stepping onto crisp remnants of summer foliage.
Earthy scent rose to my nostrils-
inhaling autumn.
Quick check of cabin and outhouse:
bits of rag, insulation, toilet tissue-
Squirrels!
Tidying the evidence, salvaging what I could; nailed the chewed entrance shut.
Turning the heat on,
I take a walk and let the cabin heat up.
Carrying I-Phone for Scripture and camera:
capturing dried berries, rusted springs, chipmunk,
viewing the lake, serene and smooth.
Retraced path; waved to passing septic trucks and random cars.
Back to warm, cozy cabin.
Breaker blew!
Oven and electric heaters on same line-
Flipping errant breaker; soup on the stove.
Bzzz...lazy flies awaken in the unexpected warmth.
Honk, honk!
Invisible flock of Canada Geese - close my eyes to absorb the song of the migration.
Blessed! So blessed!
Click, click.
The stove element crackles under the dishwater.
Almost ready to go.
Not quite.
4 pm.
Gonna get dark soon.
Linger.
Remember!
Winding road, car curving with the shoreline along the lake-
gray,
silvery reflection of a dull sun.
Turning into the driveway,
tires crunching on leaves and broken twigs-
bare,
leafless branches of November.
Opening the car door, stepping onto crisp remnants of summer foliage.
Earthy scent rose to my nostrils-
inhaling autumn.
Quick check of cabin and outhouse:
bits of rag, insulation, toilet tissue-
Squirrels!
Tidying the evidence, salvaging what I could; nailed the chewed entrance shut.
Turning the heat on,
I take a walk and let the cabin heat up.
Carrying I-Phone for Scripture and camera:
capturing dried berries, rusted springs, chipmunk,
viewing the lake, serene and smooth.
Retraced path; waved to passing septic trucks and random cars.
Back to warm, cozy cabin.
Breaker blew!
Oven and electric heaters on same line-
Flipping errant breaker; soup on the stove.
Bzzz...lazy flies awaken in the unexpected warmth.
Honk, honk!
Invisible flock of Canada Geese - close my eyes to absorb the song of the migration.
Blessed! So blessed!
Click, click.
The stove element crackles under the dishwater.
Almost ready to go.
Not quite.
4 pm.
Gonna get dark soon.
Linger.
Remember!
Sunday 8 November 2015
"You are precious and honoured in my sight..." ~ Isaiah 43:4a (NIV)
This statement is a message from God Himself to the people of Israel. Isaiah the prophet was inspired of the Holy Spirit to speak it to the original audience of Jews, a defeated nation who were suffering due to their own sins. Much of the book of Isaiah is chastisements and explanations of God's judgment because of their rebellion against Him.
But this verse is in contrast to the harsh descriptions of consequences for sin.
As I've been meeting with a dear lady who is a mentor to me, I have been learning what it means to be a woman in ministry. She readily shares her life lessons, daring to be transparent before me with her successes and her failures. Her ministry along with her husband was during an era in evangelical Christian culture (in Saskatchewan, Canada) when women were wives, mothers and only beginning to be recognized in careers outside the home.
At one point in her journey, she was invited to speak at a women's gathering. Circumstances surrounding her life and family were less than perfect, and she felt like a lost cause, hopeless. She felt utterly unworthy to be standing in front of many respectable and dedicated Christian women. How could she, when her own world seemed in such a mess?
Her teenage son came home and enthusiastically asked. "Mom, how's your message coming along? Are you already for the ladies' meeting?"
With head down, she said, "Son, I'm not going."
"What? Of course you're going. Are you sick? What's wrong?"
"I just can't!" And this dear woman proceeded to give her reasons - and excuses - for disqualifying herself from this ministry opportunity.
Incredulously, the young man took his mother's hands, sat her down, and said,"Mom, look at me." She complied, hesitantly meeting his gaze.
"Mom, when God looks at you, who does He see?"
She stumbled over answers, ready to describe how God must see her mistakes and her shame.
But the wise young son, having grown up in this ministry home, boldly declared to his hurting mother, "No! God looks at you and He sees Jesus!"
I know this must have been a monumental turning point in her life, because she has shared it several times with me in the last months that we've been getting together. Needless to say, she cried, thanked her son and continued to prepare her talk for the women with a new vision. God had called her to speak and she didn't have to be perfect in order to be used by Him! But she had to be willing and humble and vulnerable to share honestly with others and not worry about presenting the polished, minister's wife facade.
I share this story to illustrate the verse from Isaiah. Israel was not perfect. Their history was fraught with disobedience, idol worship, moral failures and compromise of God's Word. The cycle of sin, disaster, repentance and then restoration went on for hundreds of years before God finally allowed enemy armies to overtake His people. But when He looked at Israel, He looked through the future coming of the Promised One, Jesus the Messiah. He saw the blood of Christ, shed not only to cleanse but completely cancel the debt of sin.
You see, God's love and commitment to His children does not cease when we blow it. He values us because we are precious to Him. He honours us because of our relationship to Him, not because of our good deeds or our flawless performance. We are created in His image and are made worthy through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am thankful for my mentor's example of humility. She took the words of truth from her son's heart and was willing to change her heart and carry on.
Lord, teach me to be ever teachable. Show me how to live in the truth that I am precious and honoured in Your sight, no matter how I feel about myself or how others may view me. Your love and blessing is all that counts right now and into all eternity.
Thank You, Jesus, for giving your all for us, for me.
This statement is a message from God Himself to the people of Israel. Isaiah the prophet was inspired of the Holy Spirit to speak it to the original audience of Jews, a defeated nation who were suffering due to their own sins. Much of the book of Isaiah is chastisements and explanations of God's judgment because of their rebellion against Him.
But this verse is in contrast to the harsh descriptions of consequences for sin.
As I've been meeting with a dear lady who is a mentor to me, I have been learning what it means to be a woman in ministry. She readily shares her life lessons, daring to be transparent before me with her successes and her failures. Her ministry along with her husband was during an era in evangelical Christian culture (in Saskatchewan, Canada) when women were wives, mothers and only beginning to be recognized in careers outside the home.
At one point in her journey, she was invited to speak at a women's gathering. Circumstances surrounding her life and family were less than perfect, and she felt like a lost cause, hopeless. She felt utterly unworthy to be standing in front of many respectable and dedicated Christian women. How could she, when her own world seemed in such a mess?
Her teenage son came home and enthusiastically asked. "Mom, how's your message coming along? Are you already for the ladies' meeting?"
With head down, she said, "Son, I'm not going."
"What? Of course you're going. Are you sick? What's wrong?"
"I just can't!" And this dear woman proceeded to give her reasons - and excuses - for disqualifying herself from this ministry opportunity.
Incredulously, the young man took his mother's hands, sat her down, and said,"Mom, look at me." She complied, hesitantly meeting his gaze.
"Mom, when God looks at you, who does He see?"
She stumbled over answers, ready to describe how God must see her mistakes and her shame.
But the wise young son, having grown up in this ministry home, boldly declared to his hurting mother, "No! God looks at you and He sees Jesus!"
I know this must have been a monumental turning point in her life, because she has shared it several times with me in the last months that we've been getting together. Needless to say, she cried, thanked her son and continued to prepare her talk for the women with a new vision. God had called her to speak and she didn't have to be perfect in order to be used by Him! But she had to be willing and humble and vulnerable to share honestly with others and not worry about presenting the polished, minister's wife facade.
I share this story to illustrate the verse from Isaiah. Israel was not perfect. Their history was fraught with disobedience, idol worship, moral failures and compromise of God's Word. The cycle of sin, disaster, repentance and then restoration went on for hundreds of years before God finally allowed enemy armies to overtake His people. But when He looked at Israel, He looked through the future coming of the Promised One, Jesus the Messiah. He saw the blood of Christ, shed not only to cleanse but completely cancel the debt of sin.
You see, God's love and commitment to His children does not cease when we blow it. He values us because we are precious to Him. He honours us because of our relationship to Him, not because of our good deeds or our flawless performance. We are created in His image and are made worthy through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am thankful for my mentor's example of humility. She took the words of truth from her son's heart and was willing to change her heart and carry on.
Lord, teach me to be ever teachable. Show me how to live in the truth that I am precious and honoured in Your sight, no matter how I feel about myself or how others may view me. Your love and blessing is all that counts right now and into all eternity.
Thank You, Jesus, for giving your all for us, for me.
Monday 2 November 2015
Standing in the large gymnasium at Nipawin Bible College, I wondered what God had in mind for our weekend at the college's Missions weekend. Our booth, a table right by the entrance to the gym, was a very handy location. I arranged the pamphlets about our ministry, filled the candy bowls and straightened the red "Healing Hearts Ministry" pens. I took a deep breath and prayed for the divine appointments I was preparing to have.
Two students bounced up to our table, one I recognized from the freshmen class who came to Regina for ministry practicum last year. We had a nice little chat and the young lady introduced her friend, *Carrie (name changed). I asked some of the usual introductory questions: "Where are you from? How did you come to be a student at the school?" Soon, Carrie began telling me her story.
During highschool, she found life at home to be unbearable, and was not being treated well, so she moved in with her friend (daughter of a single mom). They attended a local church and brought her with them. Carrie accepted Christ almost right away and became involved in the church and youth group.
Her friend and mother moved out of province, leaving Carrie without a home once again. She approached a young couple she knew, who took some time to pray before opening their home to her. So Carrie moved in and was able to finish her grade 12 at the same school.
A few from the local church had gone to NBC in Nipawin and Carrie felt God was leading her there after highschool, as well. So with no family support, no real home to be returning to, she was at Bible school, seeking what God had for her future...
At lunch the next day, Walter invited a young man to eat at our table. He was in his second year at the college and had caught a ride to Regina with our daughter last year during a school break. As Walter drew out this young fellow's background and story, we found he had been raised in various foster homes since infancy, lastly residing in a group home. I don't recall how he heard about Nipawin Bible College, but he was enjoying life at school.
We asked *John (again, name changed) what he did last summer then, not having a home to return to, and he said he had spent the entire four months at a Bible Camp. He, too, was studying and waiting for the Lord to show him what direction to go...
As we packed up our display and loaded up our car at the conclusion of the missions conference, our hearts were heavy with the obvious needs of these two young people. What do we do with what we knew about their stories? How did God want us to respond?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Two students bounced up to our table, one I recognized from the freshmen class who came to Regina for ministry practicum last year. We had a nice little chat and the young lady introduced her friend, *Carrie (name changed). I asked some of the usual introductory questions: "Where are you from? How did you come to be a student at the school?" Soon, Carrie began telling me her story.
During highschool, she found life at home to be unbearable, and was not being treated well, so she moved in with her friend (daughter of a single mom). They attended a local church and brought her with them. Carrie accepted Christ almost right away and became involved in the church and youth group.
Her friend and mother moved out of province, leaving Carrie without a home once again. She approached a young couple she knew, who took some time to pray before opening their home to her. So Carrie moved in and was able to finish her grade 12 at the same school.
A few from the local church had gone to NBC in Nipawin and Carrie felt God was leading her there after highschool, as well. So with no family support, no real home to be returning to, she was at Bible school, seeking what God had for her future...
At lunch the next day, Walter invited a young man to eat at our table. He was in his second year at the college and had caught a ride to Regina with our daughter last year during a school break. As Walter drew out this young fellow's background and story, we found he had been raised in various foster homes since infancy, lastly residing in a group home. I don't recall how he heard about Nipawin Bible College, but he was enjoying life at school.
We asked *John (again, name changed) what he did last summer then, not having a home to return to, and he said he had spent the entire four months at a Bible Camp. He, too, was studying and waiting for the Lord to show him what direction to go...
As we packed up our display and loaded up our car at the conclusion of the missions conference, our hearts were heavy with the obvious needs of these two young people. What do we do with what we knew about their stories? How did God want us to respond?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?
Thursday 29 October 2015
Some things this week have made me think: what is faith, really?
I have been meeting with a retired ministry woman, Charlene, who has agreed to mentor/pray with me. She had mentioned a book she had just received and been encouraged to read on prayer: Transforming Prayer by Daniel Henderson. It has rocked our worlds about how we've been taught to pray, about approaching God in worship and the Word to pray, rather than the more traditional prayer lists. That's a very general overview. But we've both been challenged as to our attitude, our formats, our desire to pray as God wills.
This week, we read some about praying with faith. For several weeks, we have wrestled with the prayers we've prayed for those who are suffering, those who cannot have children or have lost precious children and they seem to go unanswered. We want to get past the pat answers and seek how to pray for such situations. What do we pray? How do we have faith when we're not sure of the content of the prayers we bring to God? Is the faith blind?
Hebrews 11:1 had me thinking about the Bible's definition of faith.
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen."
Being assured of the things hoped for assumes we are asking for things we are certain God will bring about. Whoah! That's where the unanswered prayers come in. We must have prayed for things that weren't in God's plan. So faith isn't just wishful thinking; it is a conviction!
Another friend was sharing a difficult and emotional family circumstance. Her daughter and son-in-law had prepared and awaited the arrival of an adopted newborn boy. As the mother waited to give birth and went overdue, she changed her mind and backed out of the adoption. In keeping her son, she left the adoptive couple childless and grieving!
As the family was grieving together, they began praying again for another birth mother to choose them, but my friend admitted how hard it was to pray! "Am I praying in faith?" she asked herself. Because if we ask and doubt, James declares we are double-minded.
Somehow, in reading the book on prayer, looking up some Scriptures and talking about real-life journeys in prayer. I think I had an epiphany.
Prayer is surrender.
Ultimately, when we bring requests to our Father, we are surrendering our own ideas, ways, plans, strategies and desires to Him.
So faith is placing ourselves, our complete trust in God's answers, whatever that may be, in His hands.
It doesn't mean we don't ask questions, process our feelings, cry out and communicate our longings! God invites us to do just that and the psalmists recorded those exact expressions. But, in the end, submitting all to the Lord and believing His will is best will be the final cry of our heart.
"Not my will but Yours be done." (Garden of Gethsemane)
"Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done..."(The Lord's Prayer)
The example of such a yearning and heartfelt prayer was that of David when the baby boy - born out of the adulterous relationship he had with Bathsheba - became ill. David put on sackcloth and ashes, seeking God in fasting and prayer. He refused food and drink and sleep. Finally, when the news was brought to him that the child died, then David washed his face, dressed and took a meal. Did he know the outcome of his prayers as he prayed? Did he rant and rave when the answer to spare the baby was "No" from God? It would seem, David knew of God's mercy and dared to pray with faith in that aspect of God's character. But when God did not answer as David had hoped, he accepted God's way. He continued to worship and serve his Lord.
Faith is being sure of God. It is total trust in the unchanging, faithful, unfailing nature of God. It really has nothing to do with what we are praying about...the requests and results are NOT the point.
I hope I am getting closer to understanding what prayer and faith are...
Lord, teach me!
I have been meeting with a retired ministry woman, Charlene, who has agreed to mentor/pray with me. She had mentioned a book she had just received and been encouraged to read on prayer: Transforming Prayer by Daniel Henderson. It has rocked our worlds about how we've been taught to pray, about approaching God in worship and the Word to pray, rather than the more traditional prayer lists. That's a very general overview. But we've both been challenged as to our attitude, our formats, our desire to pray as God wills.
This week, we read some about praying with faith. For several weeks, we have wrestled with the prayers we've prayed for those who are suffering, those who cannot have children or have lost precious children and they seem to go unanswered. We want to get past the pat answers and seek how to pray for such situations. What do we pray? How do we have faith when we're not sure of the content of the prayers we bring to God? Is the faith blind?
Hebrews 11:1 had me thinking about the Bible's definition of faith.
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen."
Being assured of the things hoped for assumes we are asking for things we are certain God will bring about. Whoah! That's where the unanswered prayers come in. We must have prayed for things that weren't in God's plan. So faith isn't just wishful thinking; it is a conviction!
Another friend was sharing a difficult and emotional family circumstance. Her daughter and son-in-law had prepared and awaited the arrival of an adopted newborn boy. As the mother waited to give birth and went overdue, she changed her mind and backed out of the adoption. In keeping her son, she left the adoptive couple childless and grieving!
As the family was grieving together, they began praying again for another birth mother to choose them, but my friend admitted how hard it was to pray! "Am I praying in faith?" she asked herself. Because if we ask and doubt, James declares we are double-minded.
Somehow, in reading the book on prayer, looking up some Scriptures and talking about real-life journeys in prayer. I think I had an epiphany.
Prayer is surrender.
Ultimately, when we bring requests to our Father, we are surrendering our own ideas, ways, plans, strategies and desires to Him.
So faith is placing ourselves, our complete trust in God's answers, whatever that may be, in His hands.
It doesn't mean we don't ask questions, process our feelings, cry out and communicate our longings! God invites us to do just that and the psalmists recorded those exact expressions. But, in the end, submitting all to the Lord and believing His will is best will be the final cry of our heart.
"Not my will but Yours be done." (Garden of Gethsemane)
"Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done..."(The Lord's Prayer)
The example of such a yearning and heartfelt prayer was that of David when the baby boy - born out of the adulterous relationship he had with Bathsheba - became ill. David put on sackcloth and ashes, seeking God in fasting and prayer. He refused food and drink and sleep. Finally, when the news was brought to him that the child died, then David washed his face, dressed and took a meal. Did he know the outcome of his prayers as he prayed? Did he rant and rave when the answer to spare the baby was "No" from God? It would seem, David knew of God's mercy and dared to pray with faith in that aspect of God's character. But when God did not answer as David had hoped, he accepted God's way. He continued to worship and serve his Lord.
Faith is being sure of God. It is total trust in the unchanging, faithful, unfailing nature of God. It really has nothing to do with what we are praying about...the requests and results are NOT the point.
I hope I am getting closer to understanding what prayer and faith are...
Lord, teach me!
Sunday 25 October 2015
Never thought sitting on the couch in our family room would feel so wonderful!
I feel tired - a good tired after the busy weekend at Silver Heights Bible Church in Weyburn. We set up our Healing Hearts display, complete with free pens and candy to give away. The encouraging conversations we had with old and new friends was so worthwhile.
The speaker was Brian Hopfe, director of the Youth for Christ drop-in centre in Weyburn. His messages on the theme verse were deep and challenging.
I Peter 3:15 ~ "But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect..."
Brian unpacked the verse, phrase by phrase, highlighting that Jesus Christ is the "Truth" and He came to testify to the truth. With so many philosophies and religions and belief systems competing in the world, we as Christian believers have tremendous responsibility to testify of this truth, Jesus. We need to be prepared to share the reason we believe, the reason we have hope. And our attitude in sharing is to be with gentleness and respect, not condemning those who do not yet believe.
Brian brought a chunk of concrete to show us all, calling it his "But for the grace of God" rock! He illustrated that a few years ago, the drop in centre windows had been broken and he had to deal with the police and all that is involved with the mess and hassle of a break-in! And he was angry! The frustration he experienced of trying to help youth and "they" pay back his efforts with such a violation! He held the concrete/rock up and said the police brought it to him for whatever reason, and Brian decided to keep it in his office. It reminded him of what God spoke to him in the midst of his anger, that if not for God's grace to change him, Brian himself could have been one who lived a violent and delinquent life. We are to share the Gospel of Jesus with such love and humility to those who may seem "unlovable" and undeserving of grace.
Walter spoke to the adult Sunday School class about the direction we aim for in our ministry: to value all people because we are all created in the image of God and are purchased with the blood of Jesus Christ; to recognize each person has a job in the kingdom of God; to empower and equip each one as they are willing for serving in the kingdom. A few folks spoke up and asked very insightful and sometimes difficult questions about our ministry. The interaction was great as the work we do is slow and difficult and we don't always have simple answers or ANY answers. Walter tries to be as honest and transparent as possible so others will know and pray for us more effectively!
The weekend also involved music and I was given several opportunities to sing solos, play and sing with the worship team and lead in some choruses before Walter shared in the Sunday School class! I had prepared one song for sure "My Lighthouse" by Rend Collective...and it was a fun number. I botched it a bit because I was still just learning it and lost my place on the page; keeps me humble!And no church event is complete without food! The missions committee had prepared a chili supper for us Saturday and then a potluck on Sunday. It was great to connect with people a bit more over the meal times. Many in the church are involved in Club D.J., leading services and most other aspects of church life as they are without a pastor. We were so impressed with how folks had stepped up and fulfilled many roles that stretched them...and how they were keeping their vision to learn about and support missions.We drove home this afternoon with the autumn sunshine warming us and the harvest haze hanging in the air. As tired as we are after a busy and stimulating weekend, we count it an awesome privilege to share about our ministry and hear of others' stories of changed lives and God's answers to prayer!
I feel tired - a good tired after the busy weekend at Silver Heights Bible Church in Weyburn. We set up our Healing Hearts display, complete with free pens and candy to give away. The encouraging conversations we had with old and new friends was so worthwhile.
The speaker was Brian Hopfe, director of the Youth for Christ drop-in centre in Weyburn. His messages on the theme verse were deep and challenging.
I Peter 3:15 ~ "But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect..."
Brian unpacked the verse, phrase by phrase, highlighting that Jesus Christ is the "Truth" and He came to testify to the truth. With so many philosophies and religions and belief systems competing in the world, we as Christian believers have tremendous responsibility to testify of this truth, Jesus. We need to be prepared to share the reason we believe, the reason we have hope. And our attitude in sharing is to be with gentleness and respect, not condemning those who do not yet believe.
Brian brought a chunk of concrete to show us all, calling it his "But for the grace of God" rock! He illustrated that a few years ago, the drop in centre windows had been broken and he had to deal with the police and all that is involved with the mess and hassle of a break-in! And he was angry! The frustration he experienced of trying to help youth and "they" pay back his efforts with such a violation! He held the concrete/rock up and said the police brought it to him for whatever reason, and Brian decided to keep it in his office. It reminded him of what God spoke to him in the midst of his anger, that if not for God's grace to change him, Brian himself could have been one who lived a violent and delinquent life. We are to share the Gospel of Jesus with such love and humility to those who may seem "unlovable" and undeserving of grace.
Walter spoke to the adult Sunday School class about the direction we aim for in our ministry: to value all people because we are all created in the image of God and are purchased with the blood of Jesus Christ; to recognize each person has a job in the kingdom of God; to empower and equip each one as they are willing for serving in the kingdom. A few folks spoke up and asked very insightful and sometimes difficult questions about our ministry. The interaction was great as the work we do is slow and difficult and we don't always have simple answers or ANY answers. Walter tries to be as honest and transparent as possible so others will know and pray for us more effectively!
The weekend also involved music and I was given several opportunities to sing solos, play and sing with the worship team and lead in some choruses before Walter shared in the Sunday School class! I had prepared one song for sure "My Lighthouse" by Rend Collective...and it was a fun number. I botched it a bit because I was still just learning it and lost my place on the page; keeps me humble!And no church event is complete without food! The missions committee had prepared a chili supper for us Saturday and then a potluck on Sunday. It was great to connect with people a bit more over the meal times. Many in the church are involved in Club D.J., leading services and most other aspects of church life as they are without a pastor. We were so impressed with how folks had stepped up and fulfilled many roles that stretched them...and how they were keeping their vision to learn about and support missions.We drove home this afternoon with the autumn sunshine warming us and the harvest haze hanging in the air. As tired as we are after a busy and stimulating weekend, we count it an awesome privilege to share about our ministry and hear of others' stories of changed lives and God's answers to prayer!
Tomorrow: day off! Have a great week, friends!
Friday 23 October 2015
Highlights of the week so far...
Basking in the warm sun of October while walking to get the mail...crunching through the leaves and smelling the earthy aroma of the pale green lawn at the park.
Enjoying Daniel coming home for supper and helping himself to milk & cookies first!
Texts from Caylea including a picture of her latest football injury!
A birthday present arriving from Mark & Amy through Mark's favourite shopping company, Amazon.com.
A cup of coffee, my Bible and journal and hymnbook
Praying with my husband each night before we go to sleep, knowing God hears and is already at work in the things we were praying about.
Playing catch at the park with Daniel today - memories of my Dad playing with me!
Word that Mark, Amy & the Encounter students & teammates arrived safely in Quebec City.
Finding black running shoes after a month of searching...and then adding a fun pair of flats for only $3.50 ~ and two tops for $25 (Spent some early birthday money I got this week!)
The weekend will be another busy one for us ~ a Missions Conference in Weyburn Saturday and Sunday where we set up a booth, present, share special music and engage in conversations with folks. Every weekend this month we have been involved in Missions conferences in Saskatchewan and we are so blessed to have these opportunities.
Missions is our life. We are still as passionate as when we were fresh Bible School graduates, when we were armed with God's Word and a vision to reach the lost...26+ years later, we are more convinced than ever that God's plan to bring salvation through the Gospel of Jesus Christ His Son, is STILL the only plan. Acts 4:12 says there is NO OTHER name under heaven by which we are saved. John 14:6 clearly declares that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Making disciples, teaching and training them to share Jesus with others is still our commission from the Father, the Lord of the Harvest.
But cross-cultural ministry looks a little different these days...working part or full time and ministering on the side is becoming a common trend. God is opening doors in different ways. Church planting is still happening. But church may not be a building with pews and a podium...it may be in homes, community centre or schools. It may be outdoors, in tents or sharing facilities with other congregations. The Holy Spirit is not limited to one way or one strategy to reach people and gather them for worship.
As Walter and I shift focus to leader training and member care of our staff, and have other administrative responsibilities, we don't ever want to lose sight of Matthew 28:18-20. We are not special. We were called as ordinary, regular people to serve the Lord. So we want to keep sharing that vision: God is still calling ordinary, regular people to be active in His Great Commission.
Stay tuned to this blog as to how the Silver Heights Bible Church missions weekend turns out...
Basking in the warm sun of October while walking to get the mail...crunching through the leaves and smelling the earthy aroma of the pale green lawn at the park.
Enjoying Daniel coming home for supper and helping himself to milk & cookies first!
Texts from Caylea including a picture of her latest football injury!
A birthday present arriving from Mark & Amy through Mark's favourite shopping company, Amazon.com.
A cup of coffee, my Bible and journal and hymnbook
Praying with my husband each night before we go to sleep, knowing God hears and is already at work in the things we were praying about.
Playing catch at the park with Daniel today - memories of my Dad playing with me!
Word that Mark, Amy & the Encounter students & teammates arrived safely in Quebec City.
Finding black running shoes after a month of searching...and then adding a fun pair of flats for only $3.50 ~ and two tops for $25 (Spent some early birthday money I got this week!)
The weekend will be another busy one for us ~ a Missions Conference in Weyburn Saturday and Sunday where we set up a booth, present, share special music and engage in conversations with folks. Every weekend this month we have been involved in Missions conferences in Saskatchewan and we are so blessed to have these opportunities.
Missions is our life. We are still as passionate as when we were fresh Bible School graduates, when we were armed with God's Word and a vision to reach the lost...26+ years later, we are more convinced than ever that God's plan to bring salvation through the Gospel of Jesus Christ His Son, is STILL the only plan. Acts 4:12 says there is NO OTHER name under heaven by which we are saved. John 14:6 clearly declares that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Making disciples, teaching and training them to share Jesus with others is still our commission from the Father, the Lord of the Harvest.
But cross-cultural ministry looks a little different these days...working part or full time and ministering on the side is becoming a common trend. God is opening doors in different ways. Church planting is still happening. But church may not be a building with pews and a podium...it may be in homes, community centre or schools. It may be outdoors, in tents or sharing facilities with other congregations. The Holy Spirit is not limited to one way or one strategy to reach people and gather them for worship.
As Walter and I shift focus to leader training and member care of our staff, and have other administrative responsibilities, we don't ever want to lose sight of Matthew 28:18-20. We are not special. We were called as ordinary, regular people to serve the Lord. So we want to keep sharing that vision: God is still calling ordinary, regular people to be active in His Great Commission.
Stay tuned to this blog as to how the Silver Heights Bible Church missions weekend turns out...
Wednesday 21 October 2015
I was dreading Tuesday...with all the hype before the election, I didn't dare turn on my laptop and log in to Facebook. With the propaganda against Stephen Harper and the criticisms of Justin Trudeau and the campaign promises of all the parties, I truly dreaded the posts I would see after the election results were final.
One by one, I saw posts of thankfulness for Stephen Harper's service to Canada. I saw people sharing posts of a Prayer for the new Prime Minister with the immense responsibility of his new vocation. I was filled with joy and inspiration as I read many of my friends' commitments to keep the new leader of our nation in their prayers, regardless of their personal opinion and vote in the election!
Canada is an amazingly beautiful country, and I am blessed to have children traveling from the east coast to the west this year. My family has had access to education, medical care and options for their futures. The freedom we have had to worship and to serve in ministry in Jesus' Name has been a gift from God.
I trust that "God will keep our land, glorious and free"...but if things change, I know God will carry us by His grace no matter what the future holds.
In fact, I am not dreading the days ahead; I am on the edge of my seat, wondering what the Lord will do! Let's keep praying, friends. God is not finished with Canada or with us, His children!
One by one, I saw posts of thankfulness for Stephen Harper's service to Canada. I saw people sharing posts of a Prayer for the new Prime Minister with the immense responsibility of his new vocation. I was filled with joy and inspiration as I read many of my friends' commitments to keep the new leader of our nation in their prayers, regardless of their personal opinion and vote in the election!
Canada is an amazingly beautiful country, and I am blessed to have children traveling from the east coast to the west this year. My family has had access to education, medical care and options for their futures. The freedom we have had to worship and to serve in ministry in Jesus' Name has been a gift from God.
I trust that "God will keep our land, glorious and free"...but if things change, I know God will carry us by His grace no matter what the future holds.
In fact, I am not dreading the days ahead; I am on the edge of my seat, wondering what the Lord will do! Let's keep praying, friends. God is not finished with Canada or with us, His children!
Monday 12 October 2015
TEN DAY OF THANKSGIVING ~ Day 9
I got off track and should have been on Day 10 today. Sigh! But I can still blog an extra later...its not like there is an expiry date on thankfulness!
So, today was our family celebration.
Reasons I am thankful on this day as I ponder my family...
*God said that it was "not good for man to be alone" and so created a woman (and God led me to meet and marry a wonderful man over 26 years ago!)
*God sets the lonely in families (He gave Walter and I three children to cure any loneliness we may have had!)
*God can work all things for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (our home has not been perfect and we have had to learn about marriage, parenting and now almost empty-nesting through His wisdom and the role models He has provided)
*God gives us opportunities through these holidays where families gather and eat together to say "Grace" at the meals and bring Jesus into the occasions.
*Although our family is scattered this year, our time with extended family was fun and memorable. We played catch outside on a glorious fall afternoon, we watched the Toronto Blue Jays win a play off game to keep them in the running and we enjoyed a delicious meal that had been collectively prepared.
*Mark and Amy are thousands of miles away celebrating Thanksgiving with 13 students and their co-labourers with "One Hope Canada". (We enjoyed a 1 hour chat on the phone today!)
*Caylea is a couple hundred miles away, on a drama tour ministry called "Upside Down Productions" (saw her briefly on FaceTime until the call was disconnected!)
*Daniel was home and part of the fun and feasting with us today (he suggested bringing ball gloves and even brought brownies to contribute to the dinner!)
*Psalm 128 was my devotional reading this morning and it basically spoke to me of all the blessings I enjoy because I am in relationship with my Heavenly Father. I am blessed with family, all that I need, and the promises for a future with Him. I am rich. God is so good!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! May you find joy in the Word of God and in prayer and in giving thanks in all circumstances.
Day 9 - How has God blessed you and your family?
I got off track and should have been on Day 10 today. Sigh! But I can still blog an extra later...its not like there is an expiry date on thankfulness!
So, today was our family celebration.
Reasons I am thankful on this day as I ponder my family...
*God said that it was "not good for man to be alone" and so created a woman (and God led me to meet and marry a wonderful man over 26 years ago!)
*God sets the lonely in families (He gave Walter and I three children to cure any loneliness we may have had!)
*God can work all things for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (our home has not been perfect and we have had to learn about marriage, parenting and now almost empty-nesting through His wisdom and the role models He has provided)
*God gives us opportunities through these holidays where families gather and eat together to say "Grace" at the meals and bring Jesus into the occasions.
*Although our family is scattered this year, our time with extended family was fun and memorable. We played catch outside on a glorious fall afternoon, we watched the Toronto Blue Jays win a play off game to keep them in the running and we enjoyed a delicious meal that had been collectively prepared.
*Mark and Amy are thousands of miles away celebrating Thanksgiving with 13 students and their co-labourers with "One Hope Canada". (We enjoyed a 1 hour chat on the phone today!)
*Caylea is a couple hundred miles away, on a drama tour ministry called "Upside Down Productions" (saw her briefly on FaceTime until the call was disconnected!)
*Daniel was home and part of the fun and feasting with us today (he suggested bringing ball gloves and even brought brownies to contribute to the dinner!)
*Psalm 128 was my devotional reading this morning and it basically spoke to me of all the blessings I enjoy because I am in relationship with my Heavenly Father. I am blessed with family, all that I need, and the promises for a future with Him. I am rich. God is so good!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! May you find joy in the Word of God and in prayer and in giving thanks in all circumstances.
Day 9 - How has God blessed you and your family?
Sunday 11 October 2015
TEN DAYS OF THANKSGIVING ~ Day 8
I remember reading Philippians 4:6 many years ago, and being fascinated by thankfulness in relation to prayer.
"...do not be anxious about anything but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God."
How could I possibly be thankful for the things I was praying about before God had answered them?
That is the beauty of God's Word. It is pure wisdom. It may not make sense at first, but in time and with experience, His Word is the only path to the follow.
First of all, Paul begins with the need that probably every human has struggled with: anxiety! When life is not going our way, we worry. Worry is quite the opposite of trust. So in approaching God with our prayer requests, we need to stop the anxiousness and come to Him with trust.
Another aspect of prayer is the broad scope in which we can pray. "...but in everything..." literally means every need can be a valid prayer request. Paul also writes to the Ephesian believers to "...pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests..."(Ephesians 6:18a). There is no limit to when, where and what we pray about. The promise is that as we pray in the Spirit, He guides us to ask with right motives and ask for the right requests.
Again, the key part of this verse is the phrase "with thanksgiving", which is our focus. With that positive attitude of gratitude, our faith is already set on the Lord. If we can be thankful in advance for God's answers, then we are trusting Him to provide or intervene as He wills. What if His answer is no? What if there seems to be no response from heaven at all? Again, we can trust God's wisdom and sovereignty to work things out according to His best.
I am learning to be praying on every occasion, even if it is a simple word or two. I hear an ambulance and pray for the emergency. I think of a person and bring them before the Lord. I get annoyed or stressed about a situation, mulling over possible solutions, and remember to cover it in prayer. The main thing is to PRAY and let those requests be made known to God.
If we cannot find anything to be thankful about, at the very least we have that privilege of coming before God's throne of grace and having that outlet of prayer. What a hope we have in Jesus, making that way open to the presence of the Father.
Day 8 - What is God saying to you about thankfulness in prayer?
I remember reading Philippians 4:6 many years ago, and being fascinated by thankfulness in relation to prayer.
"...do not be anxious about anything but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God."
How could I possibly be thankful for the things I was praying about before God had answered them?
That is the beauty of God's Word. It is pure wisdom. It may not make sense at first, but in time and with experience, His Word is the only path to the follow.
First of all, Paul begins with the need that probably every human has struggled with: anxiety! When life is not going our way, we worry. Worry is quite the opposite of trust. So in approaching God with our prayer requests, we need to stop the anxiousness and come to Him with trust.
Another aspect of prayer is the broad scope in which we can pray. "...but in everything..." literally means every need can be a valid prayer request. Paul also writes to the Ephesian believers to "...pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests..."(Ephesians 6:18a). There is no limit to when, where and what we pray about. The promise is that as we pray in the Spirit, He guides us to ask with right motives and ask for the right requests.
Again, the key part of this verse is the phrase "with thanksgiving", which is our focus. With that positive attitude of gratitude, our faith is already set on the Lord. If we can be thankful in advance for God's answers, then we are trusting Him to provide or intervene as He wills. What if His answer is no? What if there seems to be no response from heaven at all? Again, we can trust God's wisdom and sovereignty to work things out according to His best.
I am learning to be praying on every occasion, even if it is a simple word or two. I hear an ambulance and pray for the emergency. I think of a person and bring them before the Lord. I get annoyed or stressed about a situation, mulling over possible solutions, and remember to cover it in prayer. The main thing is to PRAY and let those requests be made known to God.
If we cannot find anything to be thankful about, at the very least we have that privilege of coming before God's throne of grace and having that outlet of prayer. What a hope we have in Jesus, making that way open to the presence of the Father.
Day 8 - What is God saying to you about thankfulness in prayer?
Saturday 10 October 2015
TEN DAYS OF THANKSGIVING ~ Day 7
Wikipedia: the source of random facts or at least fairly accurate information!
I wanted to research the history of our Canadian Thanksgiving Day celebration and was surprised by what I found through Google and Wikipedia...
The first thanksgiving feast was initiated by Martin Frobisher, when he and his remaining ships and crew located a spot on Baffin Island (in Frobisher Bay!) to set up a settlement. He was on his third voyage to find that elusive Northwest passage for England but the weather and ice conditions proved too extreme and the establishment of a settlement did not proceed. The year of their thanksgiving celebration? 1578! But they all returned to England in the end.
Later on, in 1604 and following, the French settlers in Quebec held feasts of thanksgiving where they and their First Nations neighbours would share food together.
After Canadian Confederation in 1867, several occasions of thanksgiving were held, for various reasons. Following World War I, the celebrations of Armistice Day and Thanksgiving were set for the end of October and beginning of November, by proclamation each year.
Finally, by 1957, the Canadian Parliament "fixed Thanksgiving to the second Monday of October".
[All of the above information taken from the Wikipedia article "Thanksgiving (Canada)"]
Not nearly as dramatic or romantic as the American story of pilgrims and First Nations and turkey and pumpkin. Or is it?
With the English and French explorers vying for Canada's vast and rich resources and the harshness of our land and climate, is it any wonder these early folks stopped to thank God, yes, GOD, for safety and provision? We have so much to be thankful for in our great country. It is not perfect. Our history has not been pure and just to all those who have called this nation "home". But it IS our home and we have such abundance and relative freedom and peace.
The official proclamation of our government is worded thus:
"A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed."[1]
As we are about to partake in church services, turkey dinners and CFL football games on television, I am moved to celebrate with a heart of praise for our Canadian history and precedent to take time to 'give thanks' to the Almighty God. And as we are on the eve of a federal election on October 19, I am all the more motivated to pray for God's will and His choice for the government who will rule over us. "God keep our land glorious and free..." ~ from our National Anthem, O Canada.
Day 7 - How do your traditions for Thanksgiving reflect your cultural/family history?
Wikipedia: the source of random facts or at least fairly accurate information!
I wanted to research the history of our Canadian Thanksgiving Day celebration and was surprised by what I found through Google and Wikipedia...
The first thanksgiving feast was initiated by Martin Frobisher, when he and his remaining ships and crew located a spot on Baffin Island (in Frobisher Bay!) to set up a settlement. He was on his third voyage to find that elusive Northwest passage for England but the weather and ice conditions proved too extreme and the establishment of a settlement did not proceed. The year of their thanksgiving celebration? 1578! But they all returned to England in the end.
Later on, in 1604 and following, the French settlers in Quebec held feasts of thanksgiving where they and their First Nations neighbours would share food together.
After Canadian Confederation in 1867, several occasions of thanksgiving were held, for various reasons. Following World War I, the celebrations of Armistice Day and Thanksgiving were set for the end of October and beginning of November, by proclamation each year.
Finally, by 1957, the Canadian Parliament "fixed Thanksgiving to the second Monday of October".
[All of the above information taken from the Wikipedia article "Thanksgiving (Canada)"]
Not nearly as dramatic or romantic as the American story of pilgrims and First Nations and turkey and pumpkin. Or is it?
With the English and French explorers vying for Canada's vast and rich resources and the harshness of our land and climate, is it any wonder these early folks stopped to thank God, yes, GOD, for safety and provision? We have so much to be thankful for in our great country. It is not perfect. Our history has not been pure and just to all those who have called this nation "home". But it IS our home and we have such abundance and relative freedom and peace.
The official proclamation of our government is worded thus:
"A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed."[1]
As we are about to partake in church services, turkey dinners and CFL football games on television, I am moved to celebrate with a heart of praise for our Canadian history and precedent to take time to 'give thanks' to the Almighty God. And as we are on the eve of a federal election on October 19, I am all the more motivated to pray for God's will and His choice for the government who will rule over us. "God keep our land glorious and free..." ~ from our National Anthem, O Canada.
Day 7 - How do your traditions for Thanksgiving reflect your cultural/family history?
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