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!
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