My usual waking time is around 7 am - I did wake up then but there was no sound from our host family indicating they were up yet. Fortunately, Walter and I were both able to sleep in until 8:30 am. The smell of coffee urged us to get dressed and venture out of our room.
Mare was taking a shower and no one else stirred in the house. I grabbed two mugs and filled them with the steaming coffee. Taking the opportunity to gaze around the kitchen/dining room and living space, I noted the family photos and scripture plaques on the walls. It was clear that this household loved the Lord and their family! Walter and I drank the coffee in our room as we had our morning quiet time. I journalled as I usually do, then read the "verse of the day" on the YouVersion phone app. I barely got through my prayer list of family, friends and missionaries plus praying about the special services this weekend. Hearing some sounds in the kitchen, we emerged to join the McDougalls.
Ernie was the last to rise, around 10:30 am and Mare had a lovely breakfast of bacon, eggs and hashbrowns waiting for all of us. We sat around the table and enjoyed the food and fellowship. (The two grandchildren they raise never did join us for any meals but stayed in their rooms most of the time we were there.) They told us about their family, the loss of their daughter a few years ago, their lives in the community and some details about how they met.
Plans for the day were vague, so we hung out and enjoyed the slow pace. Ernie sat in his recliner and put on worship videos on the television. Mare cleaned up the kitchen, turning down my help and insisting that I relax.
Then Ernie got a text. Nattie would be by around 2 pm and take me for a ride! I was hoping to spend some time with her, having tea and a visit. But she told me she was very busy and wasn't sure she was available. I guess she was available after all!
I was ready when Nattie arrived and jumped into her truck. It was a cold but sunny day. Where would Nattie take me, since Garden Hill was a fly-in community? Where could we possibly go on this drive?
Well, first off, we drove to where the ice road went across to the airport, RCMP detachment and a few houses on an island. But Nattie turned right instead of going across the ice and told me we were going to drive up to Wasagamak. Where? I'd heard of the community and one of our ministry team, Chris Creasy, is from there. So as we drove along the cleared track on the ice, Nattie told me about her family, her late husband Arnold and life in Island Lake (Garden Hill and the other nearby communities). She pointed out certain islands where her Dad would take the family to live for the summers, other places where her family lived during the winters. Nattie told how she went to residential school from age 7 to mid-teens.
We met several other vehicles along the ice road. Some maintenance crews were scraping and flooding areas; others were widening the lanes. We drove to the landing of Wasagamak, then turned around and headed back to Garden Hill. More stories and then touring around the community of about 3,000 people. The north side and south side, central and even some new areas that were being cleared and houses being built. There was a large, new school, health centre, daycare and Headstart program. The Northern Store with a KFC and Tim Horton's was near the main crossroads of the community. It was special to have Nattie's perspective on the history and current developments of Garden Hill, MB.
We had spent three hours in the truck and I needed to get ready for supper and the evening service. So Nattie dropped me off at the McDougalls and had a few errands to run herself - mostly picking up grandchildren and dropping off others. In the meantime, Walter had spent the afternoon visiting with Ernie. They had discussed all the weighty matters, theological topics and issues of global significance. Ernie had also whipped up his famous chili that was smelling very good as I walked in the door.
After we ate supper, I helped Mare dish up the leftover chili into to-go containers. She wanted to give it out after the service to anyone who was hungry or could use a meal. Then we rode over with them to the church for the Saturday evening meeting. The others had started with music already and we slipped in to the front row and joined in the singing.
Several of us were called up to share our testimonies - and there were many tears as each one told of the life of sin, the lostness and then the miracle of being saved through the Lord Jesus! Gilbert's testimony of years in jail and the way he regretted leaving his daughters while incarcerated. He's been living clean and sober, employed and able to be with his girls in Weagamow. Doug's story of losing a daughter to murder and the journey to forgiveness touched us all deeply.
Chris and Rochelle ministered in music, a mix of contemporary and country Gospel. And we sang some hymns in English and Cree, which were becoming very sweet to our ears. I'd look around, feeling surreal at being so far north among believers and experiencing some of the history of our NCEM missionaries having brought the Gospel to this community. How great is our God!
By 9:30 or so, Walter was at the podium preaching on Spiritual Warfare and the origins of the devil and his evil schemes. He preached his heart out and many were impacted by the Word of God. What a privilege to minister to a church family that was hungry to learn and was longing for God's Word in their lives and their community. We stood and closed the service in a hymn. Then Mare distributed the chili and folks stayed to fellowship together.
We didn't leave until way after 11 pm! I wasn't sure why Mare and Ernie were in such a hurry. That's when we found out that Garden Hill has a curfew...at midnight. The local police were patrolling but we made it home in good time. (There is a $250 fee for being out past the curfew; Mare thought we would only get a warning!)
Enjoying a cup of tea and a snack before bed, we ended the day rejoicing and very tired!
Nattie in her truck - with Todd W.








