December sunsets are rich.  Today's was a splendid array of pink, purple and gold.  Northern Saskatchewan winters provide the harsh cold and grey skies that make the colours such a gift, a surprise to the senses.
Driving along the highway after dropping Caylea off in Saskatoon, I slowed my thoughts, breathing deeply.  The busy day filled with the activity of chapel, office tasks and a FaceTime interview left me feeling harried.  So much so that I forgot my purse and cell phone when we jumped into the car.  We made it to Saskatoon with just enough time to pick up McDonald's and fuel before arriving at the Rider Express depot.  The bus pulled out and I drove back to Prince Albert. 
Alone.  No radio.  Slowing life down.
And that's when I noticed the beautiful western horizon.  Shades of purple and magenta blended into the navy blue night sky. 
I set the cruise control and enjoyed the quiet. 
Lord, I am Your servant.  I am listening...
Nothing extraordinary.  Simply the peace of God's presence and giving Him thanks.
I wouldn't trade the busy.  God has purpose in it all.
But how sweet is the fellowship on a December evening!

The covered dish casseroles smelled wonderful as we entered the church hall.  Voices, laughter, tinkling Christmas music all wafted to add to the festive feeling I had.  With our dishes placed on the long serving table, we made our way to a table and joined some folks already seated. Our first holiday event of 2018!
A rousing game of "Name that Christmas Tune" and a team scramble of biblical prophecies and fulfillment of the Messiah proved to bring the competitive natures out in this group of NCEM missionaries!  When the formal part of the evening was over, we lingered with a few and played board games.  It was a lot of fun!  Spending time together without the responsibilities of ministry made me appreciate these faithful folks all the more.
A few days later, I was sitting at a round table with nine other ladies, basking in the candles and dimmed Christmas lights that created a relaxing ambiance.  My sister, her daughter, my daughter and I dashed over to the archway and bench and took pictures together.  Although our step-mom, Dinah was to come with us, she was in the hospital.  So we sent the pictures to her and let her know we missed her!  The theme of the evening was "Choosing Joy" and I know it could have been so meaningful for Dinah, who has been struggling for several months with kidney-related issues, in and out of hospital.  The speakers, two women who happen to be cousins, shared their experiences: one with cancer and the other, loss of a spouse at aged 30.  Their testimonies were of needing to make joy a choice in order to cope and to overcome the difficulties in their journeys.  Jesus is the true source of lasting joy and the evening brought that truth out in a meaningful way.
Two days following this lovely evening, Walter and I entered a downtown Regina restaurant for yet another holiday party.  Our team from Healing Hearts Ministries in Regina and area, gathered for a meal, cheesy Christmas jokes and the ever-popular gift exchange game!  With over twenty of us together, it was a fun and joyful time, even though each carries some burdens and recent personal losses.  I am thankful we are not alone, but can support one another.
Most mornings I try to spend time by the stove and Christmas tree, letting my heart soak in the spirit of the season.  More than that, the Spirit of the season, who is the Lord! 
"Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17
Let us take the opportunities to enjoy the Spirit of the Lord and reflect on the wonders of Jesus Christ, come as a baby, as Saviour, Lamb, Redeemer, King!

Walter had his ultrasound Friday in Regina.  We are waiting for results.
He has a stress test booked for mid-January and then a follow up appointment will be made with a cardiologist. 
All his other pain and blood issues have stabilized and settled.
THANK YOU all for praying and for checking in with Walter and myself to see how it's going!

This weekend we are in Prince Albert, celebrating with the Headquarters staff at the annual Christmas party.  Got my ham in the oven in our little suite; a pot of red cabbage and bacon is cooling on the deck.  Gonna be a fun time!

Got our Christmas Prayer Letter in the mail last week...and now some handwritten cards to family and friends are my next project.  The season of Advent is upon us and I want to be setting my heart and mind on "The Reason" who is Jesus my Lord!

Have a great weekend!

I will give thanks to the Lord for He has heard my cry for mercy. 
I will give praise to God, the only One who has the power to do what looks impossible!
He is my Rock, my Shield, my Deliverer. 
He is the Healer of our bodies, minds and souls!
I will trust in Him.  I will declare He is the only Wise God. 
My hope is in Him alone!
I am so glad He has called me to be His child.
He is my loving Father,
who is seated in heavenly places,
and invites me to sit with Him there.
How sweet to rest in His Presence.

Ice fog.
Hoar frost.
Winter frosting on pretzel branches.
November sun rising low.
Festive lights.
Garlands and wreaths of green.
Christmas is coming...
Advent.
Come, Lord Jesus.

Sitting in the curtained area in Emergency, I fought tears and a rising frustration.  Were we not hearing from the Lord?  Our schedule was full and I could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel...and now Walter was having some pain that was severe enough to draw him to the hospital early in the morning!
The ECG  showed no heart episode.  Blood work showed his INR was low and needed attention (Walter is on therapeutic warfarin and must keep this INR in the 2.3-2.7 and it was 1.4).  The doctor suggested a few things; the nurse suggested some other possibilities.  We also had some ideas that may have affected the INR numbers and diet changes that may have caused the pain.
We still had two days of leadership meetings, with people flying or driving from all over western Canada to meet with the four of us on the NCEM Executive Team.  I called Walter's assistant director, Jason, to let him know we were at the E.R.  Could he and Bob take the meetings for the morning?  We would keep them informed of Walter's condition.
Some interesting outcomes developed from the events of that morning.
With the ECG results, the doctor asked if Walter had experienced some type of heart incident in the past?  We were both surprised that the results showed some kind of incident or episode and took this information seriously.  He also suggested eating healthy and increasing regular exercise.  And a follow up with a cardiologist.
The discovery of the INR levels was also providential as Walter's risk of having clots form, especially with all the sitting he would be doing this week, would increase.  Walter was able to make the necessary adjustments to his medications.
Jason told us that he was praying desperately when he knew he would be taking charge of the meetings.  As he prayed and drove to the office near Prince Albert, the "3 E's" Walter has been presenting came to Jason's mind.  He would use the "Equip, Empower and Encourage" principles to guide the interviews and hopefully be a starting point to build up the leaders of the mission. 
God was in control, even though Walter and I felt quite the opposite!
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Here I sit, at home in Regina, feeling calmer. I am still wondering:  how could we have avoided this health crisis and still have kept our commitments in ministry?  Is this normal old age creeping up on us?  Is this a strong message from the Lord to slow down and take that rest we were hoping for a bit sooner?
Walter stayed home this morning.  He doesn't miss church, especially at Healing Hearts in Regina, if he can at all be there.  So I know he isn't well.  I hope he can get in to his doctor fairly quickly and begin the process of following up on these health concerns. 
The Lord has a way of keeping us on track, even when we don't always know we are off the track!
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside quiet waters.  He restores my soul.  He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake."  Psalm 23

Another busy stretch...
The past couple of weeks have included some rest, my birthday celebration (Red Lobster with my family) and Hallowe'en!  On November 1 we drove to Prince Albert to prepare for November 2, the NCEM Executive meeting.
Some God-moments have strongly impacted me over these days.
During our Executive meeting, we were to meet and interview a couple who are interested in ministry.  Our scheduled interview was for 1 p.m. and they had texted us their estimated time of arrival earlier in the morning.  But at about 11:30 a.m., I received another text saying the family had just experienced a rollover and were awaiting paramedics and the police! 
Thankfully, they had only minor injuries, but their vehicle was totaled.  So they were taken to a nearby hospital and examined.  A family member drove out to pick them up and take them back home.
In light of the accident, they wondered if they should pray and pursue some other options.  Was God slowing down the process with NCEM?  Or was this an obstacle instigated by the enemy?
We agreed that waiting for God's clear direction was the best move for now.  We trust that God has been involved to guide in what is best for this family and for NCEM.
For the past week, Walter and I were instructing the new candidates in their orientation and training to serve with NCEM.  Each morning, Walter taught on the History and Philosophy of the mission, the Inner Workings and various aspects of the mission, Spiritual Warfare and Dependency Issues.  Each afternoon, Walter and I shared the principles of fundraising as Faith Missionaries. Our sessions focused on the Bible's teachings on "a workman worthy of his hire" (I Timothy 5:17 & 18).  As we gave practical tips on connecting with churches and learning to write good prayer letters, we then gave them projects to work on that would help them build support teams.
The God-moment happened Friday morning.  Another gentleman was scheduled to teach, so Walter and our coworker, Jason, went out deer-hunting.  Walter had asked me the night before, "Do you think I should go out hunting?  Would you want any deer meat?"  I was affirmative on both counts!  The meat would be a blessing as our family enjoys making and eating deer sausage.  But almost more importantly, I knew Walter needed some fun, some "guy-time".  By 10:30 a.m., Walter and Jason were in the truck and heading to town to pick up some coffee.  They drove out of town a ways, down some gravel roads that Jason knew went by some prime deer spots.  Sure enough, they saw a nice looking doe feeding quietly.  They drove around to get a better view and saw a buck nearby, as well.  As they stopped and Walter got out of the truck, he loaded one bullet in the chamber.  He aimed, leaning against the door of the truck, sighting the deer in the scope.  Walter said he wasn't sure which was bigger, the doe or the buck, but decided to shoot the buck.  Before they could get spooked, he aimed and took the shot.
Jason saw the female flinch and thought Walter had shot high over the doe.  But Walter said, "The buck is gone."  They jumped back in the truck and drove over to where the deer had been feeding and sure enough, the buck lay dead in the snow.  What a blessing, a gift from God!
By lunch time, the deer was skinned and quartered and ready to transport back to Regina.  Their cups of coffee were still warm!
A third God-moment has been the Scripture that Dave, the man teaching on Friday morning, read to the classroom of candidates.  The passage in I Kings about Elijah the prophet was a text Dave was using but I don't honestly remember the point he was trying to make!  What I saw was a sentence I've never noticed before.  Walter has often preached on this passage about Elijah confronting the prophets of Baal, having a huge victory as God sent fire from heaven to consume the offering.  The Baal worshipers could not evoke any response from their god!  But immediately afterward, Elijah came down from Mount Carmel and when King Ahab's wicked wife, Jezebel threatened to kill Elijah, he escaped to the wilderness!  After a tremendous display of the Lord's power and authority, Elijah was completely spent.  He felt - and believed - he was completely alone in his worship of the one true God.  "It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers." (I Kings 19:4b). As Elijah expressed his depressed thoughts and feelings, he lay down to sleep. 
God sent an angel to minister to him.  The angel woke him and encouraged him to eat the food and drink the water provided.  Then Elijah slept again, obviously exhausted.  A second time, the angel roused the prophet and told him to "arise and eat..." (v. 7).  And then the verse that spoke to me: "And he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights..." (v. 8).
I have felt like we have been on a two-month marathon of travel, meetings, teaching and now more meetings!  But I was so touched by the way God Himself ministers to His servants when they cannot go on.  And how the rest and renewal of body and spirit could carry Elijah for another forty days!
I pray and trust that God will give us supernatural rejuvenation for our next two weeks. 
Until next time...

Made it through!
After we arrived home from our Western Tour, we had only a couple days before our Healing Hearts Staff Conference.  I was so looking forward to this time of "Family Reunion"!  The Lord met with me, with all of us, and through tears and prayer our hearts were drawn closer to each other and to the Lord.  Healing Hearts is going through transition, partly because of our changing role within the ministry.  Also, our staff are on their own personal journeys and so the individual and corporate ministries are always adjusting and going through transitions.  So we press on...
One day only lay in between the conference and a jam-packed weekend where Walter and I were involved in two missions conferences in supporting churches!
We set up our booths representing our mission organizations.  We met dear people, ate too many delicious potluck meals and heard challenging messages on missions.
Saturday night, the speaker gave a message on "Rest", the story of Christ calming the storm.  This was the third sermon or theme on "Rest" in as many days.  Is the Lord telling us something?
Sometimes I feel like my life is like this picture:

Before me lies an intriguing path.  I am drawn to explore and follow wherever it leads.  But I can only see so far down that path, then the branches appear tangled and the way unclear.
I get tangled up in the details, the schedule, the demands of our roles.  The overwhelming task and perceived expectations become a briar patch of activity rather than a pleasant wooded adventure.
I am thankful for my practically-minded husband, who calms my frazzled reactions to busy-ness.  "Just look at Friday - can you set up the booth, greet a few folks and be a participant in the service?"  When it is put that way, sure, I can be part of Friday.  Same with the next day - can I go to a breakfast, meet a few people and pray around the table for missionaries?  Sure, that isn't too overwhelming.  Bite-size pieces of the weekend.
Sunday evening, after the final missions service, we were invited to our friends' for coffee.  Walter, Caylea and I connected with folks and were blessed with refreshments and fellowship.  Yes, we were tired.  But at the same time the Lord had refreshed us.  We were blessed by sincere questions about us and our ministry.  We were encouraged by those who give and pray and support us, and have over almost 30 years in Regina! 
The tangled web of activity became a joyful journey through pleasant spaces in Christ!
But today, we rest...

"Western Tour" 2018
Walter has dubbed our most recent trip the "Western Tour" and we are just completing it as I write.  From Sexsmith to Ft. St. John to Salmon Arm to Merritt to Chilliwack to Cranbrook, we have met with NCEM missionaries to encourage and connect.
Some are honorary members, having retired from formal service to continue praying, supporting and reaching out as they can.  Our visits with these folks left us feeling very humbled and moved by their experiences in First Nations ministry.  Their knowledge of what is happening currently left us astounded.  I feel like we have just lived the Hebrews 12 "great cloud of witnesses" - the testimonies of those who have served before us- and are cheering us on!
Some are active members who are living and serving in Western Canada.  Christian radio, visitation, Bible studies, building relationships, hospitality in their homes and preaching on Sunday mornings are only some of the ways these missionaries fulfill the Great Commission of Matthew 28.
Some have faced personal loss, some have left their home countries, some have faced rejection and threats for the sake of the Gospel.  The stories we heard on this trip were of bush pilot close calls, prayers for milk money and all manner of hardships that read like the accounts of Paul!
Whenever we tried to express appreciation for their service, each one just looked down and said nothing or refused to take any credit or praise for themselves.  We had NCEM pins and jackets and gifts to give them and they were very humble and gracious but hesitant to receive such tokens.  It was very hard for us to out-give these generous folks who were more accustomed to giving than receiving!
Tonight, I am struggling to find the words to portray my heart.  We are tired after the ten day tour.  But we are energized by the promises of prayer along with warm hugs and affirming words.  In our sincere desire to encourage and listen, we come away not empty or weary but full!  Full of faith and hope and support in carrying on the work of the ministry that these servants have begun before us...
"and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith."  (Hebrews 12:1b & 2a)

Like a young child,
wild and free,
our quad raced out of the parking lot
and into the backwoods.
Cool wind whipped our faces and we laughed giddily.
Freedom!
Turning onto a narrower path, we slowed
for the curves and tree roots.
Our freedom matured as hit the bumps of life
on our quad journey.
We took the path more carefully and deliberately.
Then we did that crazy teenage thing:
we went off the beaten path!
"There's a trail," you said and I squinted.
I held on tight as we bounced over the fallen logs
and wound between standing trees.
Ahead, an upturned Rubbermaid container
drew us to itself.
Curiosity.
What was under it?
Nothing.
Cobwebs and damp leaves clung to it.
So we grabbed our treasure and bumped back to the main path.
We dropped the container at the side of the road to retrieve later.
The deeper we went, the narrower the path.
The wind was still.
In slow motion, we glided down the aisle,
like a bride,
over the flower-girl petals of yellow on green carpet.
Silently
more petals joined the others we slid by the aspen witnesses
to our destination ahead.
A huge, steep hill awaited us.
Marriage?
As we topped the rise, we saw more adventures
and some unknown curves.
Life is like a quad ride.
We felt the chill of
sunset
and early evening.
Our hunger led us home.
Home to safety and shelter and warmth and rest.
We parked our vehicle, removed our helmets
and grabbed our Rubbermaid treasure.
Back to reality.
God is good
and He makes our reality an adventure!

It has been a bit of an emotional week.
Monday was Caylea's 25th birthday - a happy occasion and a reminder of God's wonderful grace in giving Caylea another year cancer free!
Tuesday we got our Toyota Corolla "safetied" and now Caylea will become the proud owner of a slightly used car...and we are doing some musical car-swapping involving Mark and Amy also! 
Wednesday we made several phone calls to arrange a trip to the west to visit NCEM missionaries.  It took a bit of brain-power to coordinate our visits and figure out distances and times.  I felt pretty drained after those calls. 
Thursday and Friday we took the ASIST workshop, the applied suicide intervention training.  The topic is heavy, not to mention that over the years, suicide has affected us personally.  People we know and care for have attempted or succeeded.  We have done funeral services for suicide victims.  As we did the role playing exercises, the emotions were definitely ramping up.  Both Walter and I had trouble sleeping...
Today we took a day off.  Taking a drive out to the Qu'Appelle Valley was relaxing and beautiful.  The smell of damp leaves made us feel sad.  Closing up our cabin always stirs a longing for summer and a wish for more time spent there.  The sunny day turned overcast as we stopped for tea at the Esso station in Indian Head.  Kinda added to our gloomy feelings.
Saturday night.  We must be getting old as we sit at home, watching TV.  But we feel a level of anticipation with Walter preparing to preach, and I will be accompanying Gina Marie to lead worship.  Both of us still get a little nervous and excited before we minister on a Sunday morning.
Lots of ups and downs. 
I am only giving the highlights.  Everyone goes through emotional ups and downs in the normal course of living.  Even missionaries, pastors and leaders feel things.  I guess we are just ordinary people after all.
Have a great weekend, friends.  Blessings as you prepare for Sunday worship!

     Flying in the NCEM mission planes is an act of faith and timing.
     Not that the aircraft is unsafe or unreliable mechanically.  The window for flying is narrow considering the factors of visibility, weather and daylight hours.
     We had arrived late for our Western Region Conference in La Crete, AB.  Now we had to leave by 10:30 am before the conference was officially over, in order to fit the window of opportunity to return to Regina!  Our pilot had fueled up and done his pre-flight checks while we participated in the morning meetings.  He was back at the church, waiting for us in the lobby, while we said our good-byes.  There was a rainstorm moving in and we needed to be airborne before the rain began.
     Our flight plan retraced our originally arranged route:  to Lac La Biche for fuel and bathroom stop and then on to Regina (Lumsden) airstrip.  As we ascended above the cloud cover, we found a clear path and made good time.  We were out-flying the rainstorm, only receiving a few drops of moisture.  The weather system seemed to clear up the smoke from the forest fires, as well.  So we arrived in Lac La Biche and quickly did our business so we could continue to Regina.
     Because we had flown at about 9,500 feet for quite a period of time, we all were feeling the effects of lower oxygen levels.  Caylea and I dozed, thinking it was Gravol making us sleepy.  Walter seemed to be doing fine, paying attention to instruments and talking with Gary.  But he had noticed Gary yawing a lot, also being aware that our altitude could make us all more fatigued.  Maybe Walter hadn't felt the effects as much because the Lord protected him!
     Gary asked Walter then, if he would mind flying for a while and he would look after some paperwork.  I was totally unaware of this until I saw Gary unfolding a map of Saskatchewan and then I realized Walter was holding the controls and paying close attention to the gauges and instruments.  I began to wake up a little, realizing with the ongoing cloud cover, we weren't really flying with the visual but with the instruments!  I began to pray!
     Gary thought we should descend below the clouds as we neared Saskatoon, so Walter did so.  Unfortunately, the weather had warmed up throughout the day and the further south we flew, the more turbulent the conditions.  Walter did his best, but he had not really done much flying since the 1980's.  Even when Gary took over a few miles outside of Lumsden, it was bumpy!  Caylea and I were looking forward with eager anticipation to the feeling of solid ground.  And then I spied some landmarks that looked familiar.  Last Mountain Lake, Craven Valley...the soft-shell quonset and other outbuildings at the airstrip we had departed from. 
     "The crosswind is pretty strong, Walter!  I think I will land on the gravel road instead!"  I heard Gary declare as he circled and lined up with the grid road running through the dirt airstrip.  Gary hadn't enjoyed landing on that airstrip three days earlier - too many gopher holes!  But the grid road allowed us to land into the wind and so Gary prepared for landing.  As we flew over the valley, a farmyard nestled just below us, we all saw billowing dust and a semi-truck loaded with grain come up that very road!  Gary smoothly lifted the nose of the plane and said, "I guess we'll circle around and try that again!"  The second attempt was clear and we landed without incident.
     We taxied to the major grid road in order to turn the plane around at the intersection.  We waited for a half-ton to drive by.  I wonder what went through their minds as they saw this small plane on their roadway!  I offered a silent prayer of thanks as we pulled up near the quonset and prepared to disembark.  As Gary powered down the Cessna, he gave thanks out loud for the Lord's hand of mercy and His guidance on the flight.  All three of us Selkes said 'Amen' with great enthusiasm!
     While we quickly hauled our luggage from the back of the plane's cabin, Gary prepared for his journey back to Martensville.  He had a Westjet flight to catch the next morning for a family function in Calgary.  It was late afternoon so he needed to make that window of daylight on his final leg of the trip.  I unloaded our remaining snacks for Gary, as he had run out of his supplies.  We would be able to eat at home. 
     I didn't make any vows that I would never fly in these little planes again!  But I was glad our next trip was with Air Canada to the east coast for the next regional conference.  Looking at Caylea's expression, I think she felt the same!
     Walter, on the other hand, talked about flying, how hard it was to maintain altitude with the wind thermals, how the instrument panel worked... I was a little afraid he wanted to pursue getting his pilot's license!  I again prayed silently, "Lord, help Walter get distracted by another hobby, soon!!!"

With a grin on her face, Caylea was capturing the take-off of the Cessna 206 above the valley near Lumsden, SK.  She was excited for this adventure.  Everything was going great.
And then part way through the flight, which was a two and a half hour leg to Lac La Biche, AB, Gary discovered the GPS was not functioning.  Walter was able to download an "App" that helped them navigate to the Saskatoon area and we landed in another small airstrip at Martensville. 
By this time, Caylea's grin was dimming.  She felt a little airsick and had to use the bathroom.  So while Gary and Walter fiddled with the GPS and made some phone calls, Caylea and I found a secluded spot in some weeds!  Then we walked around a little and finally, Caylea took a Gravol and laid down in a warm, sunny patch to rest. 
We had a snack and felt more stable and ready to jump in the plane when the guys had things up and running.  But we were barely in the air when the GPS was again not functioning.  Gary opted to head for the Prince Albert Airport, where he had connections with other pilots and could acquire another GPS.  Caylea and I went to the Terminal to hang out while the guys again problem-solved.
It was obvious we were running out of daylight to even make it to Lac La Biche and then have to find lodging and meals.  So we decided to call someone to pick us up from the airport.  Walter and I could stay at the NCEM suite where we always stay.  Gary has a home outside P.A.  And Caylea has good friends who could put her up for the night. 
This was also Walter's birthday!
So we took Caylea's friends, Gary and our family to Montana's for a birthday supper. The plan was to start early the next morning and do the fuel and bathroom stop in Lac La Biche and Lord willing, make the next two hour flight to La Crete, AB.
As Gary radioed ahead, he was watching the updates on the forest fire smoke conditions in northern Alberta.  Six kilometres visibility would be preferred.  Less than that made flying in our small plane with only the VFR (Visual Flight Rating) more risky.  The first leg was smooth and beautiful early in the morning.  As we neared the LLB airport, it was becoming quite smoky.  Gary wisely consulted with the High Level (closest to La Crete) weather and smoke advisory.  The forecast was for it to increasingly clear up by mid to late afternoon.
We waited it out in the LLB terminal, a very comfortable place with washroom facilities and leather couches.  We made ourselves at home, ate our lunch and relaxed.  Gary decided we would wait until 2 pm.  If the conditions were not reasonable, we would fly back to Regina.  If they did clear, then we would go north.  In the meantime, our wonderful pilot got into storytelling mode and regaled us with tales of close calls and God's faithfulness.  It was entertaining and passed the time.  But what did it do to inexperienced and already nervous passengers? 
"Clear prop!"  Gary called out before starting up the engine. 
With anticipation and a word of prayer, we lifted off to fly above the cloud cover and smoke.  At times we couldn't see anything but grey or yellowish haze all around us.  Occasionally the dark shadows and vague outlines of trees would break through as we looked down towards earth.  I almost felt panic but knew Gary's many years of bush flying and his trust in the Lord would see us through.
Landing at the La Crete airport was a relief!  Albert Heal, our other NCEM pilot, had flown in the day before with his wife and could testify that there was not much visibility when they landed.  He was glad we waited that extra day.  Although we arrived late, we were so thankful to have made it safely. 
Next blog will be about the flight back home...

                                                   Prairie scene...harvest time!

Well, the decision was made yesterday afternoon to go ahead and fly!
     Gary Brown is in the air as I write, flying from the NCEM airbase in Nipawin.  He will pick us up at a small private airstrip near Lumsden.  And then we will be airborne to northern Alberta!
     Our small bags are packed and by the front door.  Praying we will have a smooth flight and peace that passes understanding as we soar above the prairies, lakes, forests and communities.  
     The Scriptures in my daily devotional were all about being thankful.  So today, I intend to give thanks in all circumstances and give the honour that is due my God and King!  He has blessed me beyond my hopes and dreams.  He has given me a rich inheritance through Christ.  He has given me all I need and more by His great love and mercy.  Our family has been blessed through hard times and He has given us reason to rejoice!  Over and over...I can give thanks easily when I begin to consider all I have received.  My Father is so good to me!
      I will update when we get back home on the further adventures of the Selke Family...

     This week we have made plans to fly in the Cessna 206 (NCEM plane) up to La Crete, Alberta for a regional conference of our western field missionaries.  Here's the thing:  with the smoke from forest fires in BC, we may not be able to fly as this plane must have visual capability as it is not instrument rated.  So we could fly on Tuesday morning and in about four hours be at our destination.
     The pilot is a very experienced and godly man in northern flying.  I trust his judgment.  By tomorrow afternoon, he will give us the final yea or nay.  That way, we still have time to drive the fourteen and a half hours from Regina to La Crete.  The conference begins Tuesday at supper time.
     Today, I have been praying off and on as the shadows of anxiety darken my thoughts.  I know as Caylea also is traveling with us, she feels pretty nervous about the small plane.  Will we have issues with turbulence and air sickness?
     I wish I didn't have these travel anxiety issues.  I have seen God's faithfulness in the past several years in keeping us safe and blessing our trips.  It just seems to be an area of weakness in my life and I pray Caylea hasn't inherited this from me!
     Deuteronomy 33:27 is my verse for the day:  "The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms."
     

On as many mornings as possible I like to sneak away to the backyard for devotions.  A cup of steaming coffee, my Bible and journal are the items I need.  Some mornings I hear the birds, especially the meadowlark, and just enjoy the sounds of nature.  At other times, I enjoy the frolicking squirrel make its way along the back fence, or see baby robins get flight training.  As the flowers come into their time of blooming, I have been blessed to see peonies, lilies, daisies and bleeding hearts arrayed in all their glory!
A few weeks ago, I had settled into the hammock seat Walter had attached to the beam of our deck's glass roof.  I was simply listening and quieting my heart before reading and praying.  I noticed a young robin land on one of the rocks along the stream of our water feature.  It stood tentatively, nervously, taking a small sip from the flowing water, but immediately looking up and around.  Quick and anxious. 
Then I saw a blackbird, usually not my favourite as they are aggressive and scare off the other birds.  Sure enough, when it landed boldly and forcefully, the robin flew off in a flurry.  Not seeming to care, the blackbird plunged into the pond up to its neck in the water.  Splashing, flapping its wings, this bird immersed itself with great gusto and completely bathed in the refreshing pool.  After a minute or so, the bird hopped onto a rock and began its grooming ritual.  Taking time to preen each feather and shake out the excess moisture, the bird did a thorough job of coming to the pool for its needs.  Satisfied, it lifted off and flew away into the nearby trees.
The Lord brought to my attention that sometimes I am like the robin, coming to His presence just to take a quick sip of His life-giving waters.  Nervous, distracted and quick to leave and get onto other activities of my day.
What He wanted me to notice is that I can be like the blackbird, plunge in and soak up the presence of the Lord!  I can choose to chase off distractions and fully engage in drinking from the river of living water.
I have been letting that life lesson soak in. 
This morning, as I got comfortable in the hammock seat, I was surrounded by the ambience of birdsong.  My coffee steamed and the water fountain gurgled gently.  Then my eye caught sight of a brown-grey feathery ball beside the pond.  I could make out the wings tucked tightly, and a little beak and closed slit of an eye.  A morning dove was soaking in the warmth of the summer sun.
Again, the Lord showed me how peaceful and rich it is to simply sit and enjoy His presence.  The entire time I was journalling, reading Scripture and praying for my family and others, that little dove rested by the quiet waters.  Psalm 23 came to mind and I let my thoughts linger on how sweet it is to be restored by the Shepherd.  Hebrews 11:6 also came to my memory, reminding me that "...anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and the He rewards those who earnestly seek Him."  How special to receive the gift of God speaking to me through nature and His creatures!
Just when I was thinking it was time to go back into the house, the dove stirred from her warm place and flew off beyond the back fence.  Not to get to spooky, I took it to mean that there is a time to carry on with the day.  Even though I would love to sit and bask in God's glory, there are works for me to do...

Why would we make a travel decision by the toss of a coin?
This is not our normal method of discerning God's will for our ministry!  We try to be available for people and needs, but ultimately want to be obedient to the direction of the Lord.  Nevertheless, we just could not decide whether to head for Regina or to Elk Point, Alberta.
We knew a memorial celebration for the late Eva Shepard was to be held in Regina, the one-year marker of her passing.  She was the daughter of Nick and Vivian Helliwell, and she left seven children in the care of the Helliwells.  The last we had heard, the memorial was to be held at the Healing Hearts ministry centre. 
If we turned right at the intersection, we would head to Elk Point, where the funeral service for Ross Amy, a missionary who did language translation among the Woodland Cree for years and who had served with NCEM for a time.  Walter knew him from Calgary back in the 1980's, meeting Ross and Marrianne at Crossroads Community Church and even helping the Amy's when they went north to a Cree community. 
When the coin showed heads, we took this as God's direction and Walter turned right.
I think we both felt uneasy at making this decision in this unusual and random way.  Walter asked how I felt about it and I shrugged.  What if we made a phone call to find out the details in Regina and at least let Nick and Vivian know of our change of plans?  Walter called their cell phone number.  No answer.
Within a minute, Vivian was calling back.  She was busy cooking and Nick was out.  When we asked when the memorial was to start, she let us know it was at 4 pm at Candy Cane Park.  A quick glance at the clock, and we knew we wouldn't make it to Regina in time. But if we drove directly to Elk Point, we would make it with fifteen minutes to spare!
Feeling a little better that we called and connected with Vivian, she understood that the funeral was also a very important event.  We drove the three hours cross-country and made it to the Baptist Church with enough time for us to make a quick wardrobe change and find seats in the sanctuary.
Walking in the church, we didn't see anyone we recognized. We hoped to see Marrianne and maybe some of the children to express our personal condolences.  As we filed in behind a line of people, we saw a small woman in black, greeting folks and receiving embraces.  It was Marrianne and she looked as I remembered her from twenty-five years ago.  She recognized Walter right away!  She thanked us for coming and took several minutes to chat. 
Then we made our way to the church library, where Ross was laid in a plywood coffin, made by one of his sons.  We waited while others paid their respects, then looked in at the body of Ross Amy.  He looked thin, older, but definitely like the man we remembered.  Resting on the Hudson Bay blanket which lined the casket, tears burned our eyes.  Death just isn't fun.
The funeral was a combination of a First Nations man offering a prayer and the local pastors leading the service.  Four of the children read out their father's testimony as he had shared it a few years ago in that very church.  A pianist and guitarist led in some of the Amy's favourite hymns.  It was a tribute of honour for a missionary and a family man who died at the age of 67.  Too young.
We stayed for the lunch to follow and met up with several First Nations believers and pastors who knew Ross.  It was good to connect with these folks, and to meet some of the Amy family, as well.  We could have joined the folks as they drove the half hour to the cemetery where Ross would be laid to rest.  But we needed to decide now if we would return to Prince Albert or just take the TransCanada highway back to Regina...another coin toss?
We both felt ready to head home, no debating necessary.  Listening to an audiobook, the miles slipped by and we made it home by midnight. 
I'm so thankful for God's guiding hand on our journeys.

     The NCEM mission truck was loaded with luggage and boxes of Swag (t-shirts, jackets and caps with our mission logo).  Winding through forest and some fields, our first stop was Big River Bible Camp.  Located along the Delaronde Lake, the Bible camp was established almost 70 years ago by folks who had a vision to reach children, especially those on nearby First Nations.  Some years later, the camp leadership approached NCEM to bring the camp under its umbrella.  Now Jason and Anita Boucher direct the camp.  As we pulled into the camp property, we saw the new dining hall and chapel - a two-storey structure with a beautiful deck where the tables and chairs were set for the kids to eat.  Beyond that, we saw the cabins lined up along the trees and then a beautiful view of the lake.
     We are usually greeted by a couple of resident dogs and the Bouchers.  But during camp, Anita is in the kitchen and Jason is somewhere involved in the activities.  Today, the first people we saw were Dave and Timothy, two men working on maintenance projects.
     "Where is everybody?" we asked.  Not a kid or staff person was in sight.
     "It is FOBIC time."  Dave replied, grinning.
     Our confused looks showed our ignorance.  "What is FOBIC?"
     "Flat On Back In Cabin!"  Timothy explained.  "You can't call it nap time but that's supposed to be what is happening now!"
     It was exciting once the bell rang and kids came pouring out of the cabins.  We had arrived in time for Tuck, treat time.  So we wandered over to the Tuck Shop and met cabin leaders, staff and some kids.  Walter and I loved making conversation and trying to connect with whoever had time for us.
     That evening we joined in the chapel time, sitting in the very back row.  The kids were amazingly quiet and attentive as Aileen, a diminutive white-haired woman, read from the Bible and put up figures on her flannelgraph.  Simply but clearly, Aileen presented stories about Paul from the book of Acts and involved volunteers from the audience.  We were impressed with the flow and sense of God's presence during the chapel session.
     Early next morning, Walter joined the staff for their meeting.  As a token of thanks, he let the staff, everyone who was serving at the camp, take some Swag.  At breakfast, when I came to the dining hall, I saw so many wearing the black t-shirt or jacket, and many had on an NCEM cap!  Usually they sport the camp t-shirts but we wanted them to be aware of NCEM and how the larger umbrella organization appreciated their service.  I hope we left Big River with the encouragement and affirmation the staff needed at their mid-way point of the summer.
     Our next stop was two hours north and west at Pine Ridge Bible Camp.  The camp is reached by a winding. sandy road.  Located on Cunnings Lake, the layout of the camp is all up and down!  Paths between cabins, dining hall, chapel and outhouses form a web of connection, with a lovely set of wooden steps all the way down to the beach.
     Very rustic but beautifully set in the jack pines, we took in the scent of the pines and the sounds coming from the main log structure.  We were a bit late for lunch, but we joined the line up.  The staff who knew us greeted us with smiles and kept serving the meal.  some others stood and shook our hands or hugged us.  Again, we knew there wouldn't be much opportunity for visiting, but we came to encourage and give out Swag.
     Right after lunch, I was invited by a young female cabin leader on break to go berry picking!  I took that offer, hoping it would be an opening to hear what she was doing with her future.  She had finished one year of Bible college and was very interested in children's ministry.  We talked about what her vision is and what she has pursued in terms of an umbrella.  She was definitely open to looking into NCEM but made no promises or commitment.  That's okay.  It's often better to think these decisions through and pray much before making a decision.
     That night, we made our way to the old chapel building, a log structure up the hill.  We sat on the old church pews, crowding in with all the campers and staff.  The speaker had power point and some science experiments to illustrate his Bible teaching.  The kids were a more active and noisy, but for the most part they were interested and involved in the chapel time.  Right after the lesson, we all piled out to the campfire time.  We sang lots of songs and in between, two cabin leaders shared their testimonies.  What a powerful time as we heard how Jesus changed these two leaders by His grace.
     We fell into bed by 11 pm, very aware of our age and fitness level.  The fresh air and the hilly terrain wore us out!  Next morning, the alarm woke us and we joined the Pine Ridge camp staff for their morning staff meeting.  Everyone was looking weary; one more full day and they wanted to finish strong.  We handed out more NCEM items, thanking each one for serving at the camp.
     After a typical camp breakfast of baked oatmeal, toast and fruit, Walter and I had a decision to make.  An email had come in the day before, notifying of the sudden passing of a former NCEM missionary.  The funeral was to be in Elk Point, Alberta, which would be about four hours from the camp.  Heading back to the office in Prince Albert would be 3 1/2 hours.  When we reached the intersection, Walter suggested we flip a coin.  'Heads' we turn right, 'tails' we go left.
    I flipped the coin and...the next blog will let you know where we went next!

Many miles, amazing views and special people.
That's our life.
Last week we were in Prince Albert for NCEM's Day of Prayer.  The DVD, that was supposed to be the message for the day before we spent some time in prayer, wouldn't work.  So Walter shared a sermon he was preparing for the next Sunday from Luke 9 and 10.  It was a God-moment as the message was very powerful on counting the cost to be a follower of Jesus.  More than just being involved in church, but being committed fully to the Kingdom of God.
As we broke into prayer groups, we were to think of names of people we knew who may be interested in missions.  Some names were students, interns, volunteers who have been associated with NCEM or folks we think may be well-suited for ministry. 
Three days later, we were meeting with a young couple whose names had been on the prayer list for potential missionaries...Wow!  Just by sharing the opportunities we thought could be a great fit for them, the wife was in tears and the husband was doing some deep soul-searching.  Prayer is the most we can do.
On Thursday, we had an all-day Executive meeting.  Sometimes meetings can be long, boring but of course necessary for the conducting of business, even God's business.  The neat thing about serving with the men who God has brought together is that these meetings become exciting!  We see how God has answered prayer and brought resolution and hope to some tough situations.  Properties have sold.  Staff are serving with renewed vision.  Donations are increasing. 
On Sunday, we drove 2 1/2 hours to Coronach, SK, for Walter to preach in the Alliance Church.  The ride was beautiful: early morning, little traffic, green fields, lots of hay bales.  It was raining when we left the city and the skies cleared as we drove south...it was breathtaking as we came over a rise and then gazed at the Big Muddy.  The valley is like a scene from the old T.V. show, Bonanza.  Saskatchewan Badlands are an unexpected and glorious sign that God is God.  It was an amazing way to prepare for worship.
After service - yes, we were the last ones to leave the church - and the fellow who was locking up invited us to lunch.  His wife whipped up a little something and we ate fresh produce from her garden.  This couple signed up to receive our letters and want to know how to give to our ministry.
We live a crazy life, but when I take the time to count the blessings, they are beyond counting!
This week we have plans on the road and hopefully I will get the chance to update you all.  So stay tuned...

Well, we had a few nice days lazing at our cabin at Sandy Beach, Katepwa Lake.
Then it rained.
Not that we couldn't have stayed indoors - I had plenty of reading material and Walter had his computer!  But Walter couldn't rest knowing the rain was also pouring in the city...and we had an unfinished shed needing attention.  The basic walls were up and the roof was covered with tin.  The problem was the slope of the roof without the eaves troughs to catch the water would mean it was flooding into our neighbours' yard!
We drove back to the city, leaving some groceries and our bedding, fully anticipating we would be back in a day or two.  By the second evening home, we did complete the projects needed for the shed to function adequately.  I got some errands done and was able to visit Dinah, who is now home after her surgery.  In my mind, I was gearing up to return to the lake and enjoy more of our vacation.
When Walter checked the weather, it was to be +34, a regular heat wave throughout the southern part of the province.  It was wise for us to stay in our air conditioned house and just relax with the comforts of the CFL on TSN!  Taking advantage of the hot weather, I spent some time writing, editing my next devotional book.  I also opted not to cook so we drove to a favourite Chinese Buffet place nearby.  Walter was able to putter in his cool garage and made a picture frame of barn wood.
Nice to be in a holiday mood!
The Bible reading and devotional I read this week reminded me that our plans don't always come to pass.  I think I was so set on a perfect vacation, relaxing at the lake and having uninterrupted days to do whatever I wanted that the rain and the shed project and even phone calls felt like intrusions!  In Proverbs 16:9 - "The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps."
Yep!  Over and over, I have experienced this truth.  I may set a course but many times that course gets diverted.  And God somehow has His way either through my plans or in spite of my plans!  So even with vacation times, we may have a place and time and itinerary but it seems we are at the mercy of God's sovereignty.  The weather?  Not in my control.  Letting God have

His way?  I can do that!

"I can't believe it!  I just had it!"  Walter exclaimed as he patted his pockets.
"Let's retrace our steps," I suggested and we drove from the Co-op grocery store back to the Dollar Tree in Fort Qu'Appelle.  On our second day of vacation, Walter had somehow misplaced his wallet.
Now we have had our share of "bad luck" on holidays.  Sick kids, poison oak, stolen cooler full of food, vehicle breakdowns and no access to a bank back in the day before ATM's and debit cards.
But to lose a wallet on vacation is a real bummer!  So we scanned the sidewalk and then Walter went in to the store where he had last used his credit card. I personally had my doubts that anyone would turn it in; I felt pretty skeptical and cynical-probably an indication that I needed to be on vacation and get my perspective realigned!
Maybe it was there...
As Walter inquired of the clerk at the till, she said, "Yes, a lady just came in here with a wallet, asking if anyone had come in looking for it."  So Walter was able to track down the woman and she gladly gave it back to him. 
The woman was maybe thirty-ish, First Nations likely from one of the reserves near Fort Qu'Appelle.  Walter noticed she must have rifled through it, although he had little cash, but none of the I.D. or credit cards were missing.  Because she had been honest, Walter wanted to bless her.
So, as I sat in the car, he went to the nearest bank and withdrew some money to pay her a reward.  Perhaps that looked a little sketchy, a middle-aged man taking money out to pay a younger woman who may or may not have some street life experience!?!  But it was all in public and he felt the need to use the opportunity to share something positive with this lady.
"You ever heard of "Tribal Trails?"  Walter asked her, as he handed her the cash.  She nodded affirmatively.  "Well, I am the Director of the organization that puts on that TV show...and you have just helped that program out by returning my wallet!  Here's my business card."  The lady took the card and looked a little confused.  "Do you see how God is maybe trying to get your attention through this?  I want you to know that God used your honesty and now He is wanting you to think about how you can know Him."
The woman was sheepish, maybe a little unsure as this man would more than likely be accusing her of taking something out of the wallet (and later Walter noticed some Cuban pesos he had were missing but that would be pretty useless and disappointing to her once she realized it!). 
Back at the car, Walter explained the encounter to me and we both were so relieved that the lost was found. We prayed for this stranger and we thanked God for His hand on the whole situation. Maybe another "lost one" would be found for the Kingdom.

The breeze blew from the west.  Sheltered under the evergreens sat three seniors, tissues in hand.  A fresh mound of dirt indicated where Uncle Bill had just been buried two weeks ago.  And now his brother, Uncle Johnny would be laid to rest in the grave right beside him.  The pall bearers carried the casket and carefully set it on the green bands that would be lowered by the funeral directors.
The thirty or so neighbours, friends and family gathered around the Manola Cemetery, in the farmland and bush of rural Alberta.  Uncle Johnny had been born not far from this spot, grew up in Naples area and finished his highschool in Edmonton.  He became an electrician and worked in many places in his lifetime.  He settled back in Manola, collecting records and firearms and nurturing flowers, vegetables and fruit trees.  Never married, he did have one young woman whom he considered his daughter.  She shared a wonderful tribute of memories and gave us all a glimpse of his more caring and compassionate side.
As Walter stood beside the casket, opening his little black "Pastors' Handbook", the reality of his uncle's passing hit him.  The words stuck in his throat.  Apologizing, he pressed on to read the Scriptures and words of comfort..."ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." It is so much more difficult to preside over the funeral of a loved one.  Walter's prayer rose and fell over the sound of the wind in the trees.  The family and friends stood, lost in thought, not eager to leave as the finality of the moment sunk in.
Slowly, the folks walked to their cars, some lingering to read the headstones of other family members who had gone before.  Walter's dad was buried there almost 25 years ago.  Walter's Nickel grandparents were buried before that. 
We drove back through the little town of Manola, locating Uncle Johnny's house and the old church building he used for storage.  Walter and his sister, Karen  reminisced as we made our way back to Barrhead for the memorial service and lunch. 
Through laughter and tears, we shared in the service to remember and celebrate the life of John Nickel, a real character and a brother and uncle who will be sincerely missed.

The water was smooth and the sky clear as we trolled the little lake.  Grinning, Walter ran the motor and steered the barge.  Also grinning, several of the board members rigged lures on their fishing rods and waited until we were at the narrows before casting. 
A most unique joint board meeting!  As the paperwork was distributed around the barge, a wind picked up and we all wondered if we would have to bring this meeting back to shore.  God blessed us as we had fellowship together and discussed the relationship between Healing Hearts Ministries and Northern Canada Evangelical Mission.  Walter and I have been going fast and furious in the past year and a half.  It was good that both or our mission boards recognized that and were aware of our need for a break. 
It was also good to hear their feedback.  NCEM board of directors were pleased with the direction of the mission and the changes that have been introduced.  The HHM board felt the past year had been a challenge with adjusting, especially as the new member care plan didn't go as smoothly as hoped. 
To us, the highlight was the discussion about how the two organizations can begin to share more than a "director".  Both board agreed that sharing resources, personnel and expertise would be something to explore.  Walter and I were excited to see the future with hope for more cooperation and collaboration. 
We also gave our proposed schedule for the next while.  One week in Prince Albert, one week in Regina, one week traveling to visit missionaries (in both HHM and NCEM) and one week flex for wherever we are needed.  Or periodically, that flex week can be a break.  Everyone seemed pleased with that proposal and are willing to see us bring more balance into our schedule.
Our time at Pine Ridge Bible Camp wasn't only serious meetings; we toured the camp property and several of the historic buildings.  In one cabin, Joel from the NCEM board had hidden and scared me!  So I warned him there would be payback...the next day on the barge, as Joel was sunning himself with his eyes closed, I tossed a cup of water at him. I guess I wasn't behaving like a director's wife ought to, but we all had a good laugh!
Now, as we just finished those big meetings, we rolled back into Regina for an HHM board meeting and then on Sunday, the AGM.  Our plan had been to take a couple weeks off and enjoy some vacation.  But as life would have it, Walter's Uncle Johnny passed away.  The family has asked Walter to take the service and I will sing.  So we will take a road trip to Barrhead, Alberta. 
Another highlight this weekend was that we commissioned Caylea into ministry under Healing Hearts Ministries' umbrella.  With tears and prayers, we gathered around Caylea and covered her.  Big brother Daniel's prayer moved us all.  To see one of our home-grown kids moving into ministry is a special privilege!

A nice weekend in Regina - some time with family enjoying the relaxation of home!
Tomorrow Walter is preaching and then we will be part of the Healing Hearts Regina staff meeting after service.  Our bags are packed, including bedding for the week ahead...
We have Leadership Meetings for NCEM held at Big River Bible Camp.  The various department leaders and coordinators are meeting together with our Executive Team.  The Board of Directors will meet and check in with us to see how things are developing and moving forward since the last meetings in November.  A joint gathering of the Healing Hearts Board and the NCEM Board will happen up at Pine Ridge Bible Camp on Saturday. 
We need God's grace to engage well, to listen for His voice and direction as we hear from everyone and make any course corrections for the future.
Balancing the two organizations is not easy.  At times it seems we have a handle on things.  At other times, I wonder if anyone is happy with us!
Tonight, I read some Scriptures that just reminded me to be grateful, to offer worship that is acceptable and to trust in God's Word.  Stick to the basics.  Don't lose sight of what the Lord is doing and just follow Him.  And it was amazing how the weight of our responsibilities seemed to lift.
If you are thinking of the Selkes this week, keep us in your prayers. 
"Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe..."  (Hebrews 12:28)
"Your Word is a lamp to my fee and a light to my path." (Psalm 119:105)

"Looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith..." ~ Hebrews 12:2a

This verse has been in my thoughts the last two days.  As I pray for my husband, I pray his eyes will be set on the Saviour.  As I lift up my children, I pray they too, will set their sights on Jesus Christ.  As I walk, cook, drive, rest I am consciously focusing on Him, who is the founder of my faith, the One who is perfecting my faith.
Our life as faith missionaries has been good.  I wouldn't trade this lifestyle for anything.  As I coach our daughter in writing a prayer letter and in assembling a list of family and friends to contact, I realize this is new to Caylea. She has grown up with Mom and Dad doing the presenting, the prayer letters and the thank you cards.  But now the Lord has chosen this faith adventure for her.
Every picture and word, Caylea was selecting with utmost care.  But what to entitle her newsletter?
She thought of incorporating our heading "Regina and Beyond" and then adding "...the Next Generation."  I thought that was clever!  For now, she is just keeping it simple and will come up with more details later.
At supper, she gave thanks for the work we got done and for the names the Lord brought to mind for her list.  And she was thankful for her mom's help.  And she asked for His provision.
She is learning to look to Jesus for herself, to grow in trusting the Lord for her needs.

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Daniel drove up to our house on Saturday, just as we also were pulling in the driveway.  He waited for us to get out of the car.  He stood with his hands behind his back, looking a little impish.  Before we could even get up the front steps, he declared, "Here, Dad.  For Father's Day!"
Handing a wonderfully crafted stainless steel bi-plane to his Dad, this young man looked like a grade-school boy, waiting for his Daddy's approval.  Walter - and I - were amazed at his skill in welding the parts and buffing it to a shine.  What a sweet gift!
As Daniel finishes up his fourth-year apprenticeship, he has heard that his company has been laying off workers.  With a mortgage to pay and a special girl in his life, his journey of faith is being tested.  Daniel needs to learn to trust the Lord for his needs, as well.

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The long-distance number showed up on the phone display.  Quickly, I clicked the "talk" button and then the "speaker" setting so Walter and I could both take the call.  Mark was checking in, seeing what was new and engaging in a number of topics he deemed worthy to discuss.  Amy was busy, but normally she joins the speaker-phone conversation and it's lots of fun.  They are enjoying their own home.  God has given Amy eighteen or so piano and voice students to teach.  He has also supplied plenty of work for Mark's boss and the concrete crew.  The weather has already been quite hot and I'm sure Mark is getting back in shape after a winter off work.
Along with some of the responsibilities in his "pastor-in-training" experience with their home church in Gladstone, Mark has been asked to do pulpit supply in neighbouring towns, and enjoys preaching, just like his Dad.  Amy has been teaching middle school-aged girls in Sunday School.  She's been excited for months to plant a garden and work on the yard.  Mark hopes to build a nice deck and have space for a BBQ.
They have been through their fair share of disappointments and grief.  We see their faith being challenged and continue to pray for His healing in their lives.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." ~ Proverbs 3:5

I arranged my papers and the file folder in front of me.  The water decanter and plastic cups sat in the middle of the table.  As the men pulled up their chairs, I took a deep breath.
We began our Executive meeting, the five of us, with our agendas ready and I held my pen poised above my notepad to take the minutes.  Walter opened our meeting just after 9 am and he seemed more nervous or uptight than usual. 
Glancing up at the clock on the wall of Walter's office, it felt like the meeting was crawling at a slow pace!  We were making good progress through the agenda items but still, I couldn't wait until 10:15.  Walter's eyes wandered to the parking lot view through his window; was she here yet?
At 10:05, I went out to check if the interviewee had arrived yet. 
Finally, a grey Cavalier pulled into the lot.  I put my pen down and announced, "She's here!"
Walter smiled and stood up.  His nervousness disappeared and now he looked happy, eager.  The other guys stood to stretch and shift gears for this next part of the meeting.  And then the young lady walked in the door.
Everyone took a seat, shuffling an extra chair for our new addition to the meeting.  Some joking and laughing, and then Bob, our treasurer, took charge of the interview.  The young woman, in her twenties, looked even younger as she responded to the questions.  She seemed nervous, but kept her smile and answered with thoughtful replies.
When there was a pause in the conversation, Walter excused himself and I stood, too.  The other three gentlemen remained in the office to finish the interview process. 
Almost thirty years ago, I remember waiting out in the foyer/reception area of the NCEM office, as Walter was being interviewed.  We were an engaged couple and the mission leaders chose to interview us separately.  So, I recalled those memories while we looked for things to occupy ourselves until they called us back in the office.
Finally, the door opened and Bob waved us in. 
Then the five of us met for a few minutes to discuss how the interview went and make a formal decision.  Now it was the woman's turn to wait outside.  We sent her to the kitchen to help herself to coffee.
Should we accept this young woman as a candidate of NCEM? 
The decision wasn't difficult.  We discussed some of the details of her new role and the specifics of equipment and the process of developing the social media area of our ministry...then I glanced at the clock and realized the poor gal was waiting for us to call her back with our verdict!
When we all sat down again, Bob gave the news:  welcome to the NCEM family!
And Caylea, our daughter, grinned and laughed.  So all our anxiousness and her nervousness melted into hugs and congratulations!  Caylea would begin her journey as a faith missionary, social media coordinator for both Healing Hearts Ministry and now NCEM. 
Proud parents couldn't be happier - and as we promised our daughter we would keep it professional - we didn't even cry once!

Monday night...
The weekend flies by too fast.  We fit in friends, family, church and some home projects.  But tonight I am feeling like some unfinished tasks, some un-visited friends and family are calling out to me:  what about me?  Don't forget me!  
My bag is packed, open and waiting for the last-minute items I will throw in tomorrow morning.  I am thinking through how many days, how many meals, what food can I pack quickly before we leave?
One precious thing is that I enjoyed wonderful mornings on our back deck, coffee and Bible and journal, to meet with the Lord.  I am so thankful for our routines at home that truly do refresh me.  This week will be short up at the office in Prince Albert.  We have an Executive meeting on Wednesday and that is the focus of our time there.  And an interview with a potential missionary candidate during that meeting...so we have some amazing opportunities and God will give us strength as we need it. 
His mercies are new every morning.
"Be still and know that I am God."  Psalm 46:10

Friday night...we are blitzed, watching Netflix and giving ourselves permission to do as little as possible!
The past couple of weeks have been very different than what we had planned.  Our plans included a Native Ministry Leaders Gathering for three days, then one night at our suite in Prince Albert before heading home to Regina for some R & R.  In God's orchestration, we were in P.A. for that evening and attended a prayer meeting with some NCEM folks.  While there, we received a text of a tragic death and immediately went to the hospital to be with the family.  Thus began a journey of grief, filling in the gaps and being part of a support team for our friends.
More and more I am seeing how we need to rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  We cannot predict tragedy.  We cannot control circumstances.  But we CAN trust in the God of heaven and earth who knows all before it happens and can bring good out of despair. 
For the past two weeks, we have spent weekends at home and weekdays at the NCEM office.  Several times, people have thanked us for being available to support the family who lost a loved one.  They have been appreciative and we certainly don't feel we did anything special or out of what we ordinarily do in the course of ministry.  Still, we receive these encouraging words because it would be easy to feel disappointed at life and circumstances and not see God in the midst.
Next Wednesday, we have a long-overdue Executive Meeting, which has a very full agenda.  Then we have a four-day Leadership week to prepare for in mid-June.  Maybe after that, we may carve time out for some "home therapy" - time at home - and time to reconnect with friends and church family and our own family!
Just so people don't get the impression that "missionaries" and pastors and other full-time Christian workers are somehow perfect and sinless, I am here to tell you we do get weary, tired, disappointed and yes, even frustrated when things don't go our way!  I also want you to to know, we are held in the hands of our loving heavenly Father and can trust Him to sustain when we are weak and to prepare times of rest.  Psalm 23 is filled with the beautiful imagery of the Shepherd making His sheep lie down in green pastures and leading them to quiet waters.  He even prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies!  The Shepherd knows our needs and can give us peace in the midst of the battle. 
I pray for rest this weekend and strength to rise on wings like an eagle...

Arriving in Whitehorse in the middle of the afternoon, Walter and I rented a car and found our way to Tony and Janet Ens' home.  They live in a subdivision outside the main part of the capital city of Yukon Territory.  Their duplex backs onto a walking path, and Tony and Janet took us for a wonderful walk that took us to a lookout spot.  From there, we could see the Yukon River. Although mostly frozen, an open area in the river attracted some ducks, gulls and trumpeter swans!  We gazed down on the sight and enjoyed the sounds of the birds.  Mountains surrounded us and the vista was surreal for this prairie girl!
The next couple of days we spent visiting with our dear friends, whom we have known since Bible College days.  We shared meals and their evening devotional times as a family.  Their sons have been raised in the north and they regaled us with many hilarious and crazy tales of their adventures!  Did we laugh!
Saturday afternoon, we drove the lovely 45 minute journey to Carcross, YT.  A couple from Whitehorse had spent a couple of years praying about the little church that was sitting empty, and the little town that needed a Gospel witness.  With a small team of folks, they are holding services on Saturdays in the little log building, no running water but a sturdy foundation.  A Baptist group built the church, but it is now under the ownership of NCEM, so we wanted to meet the pastor and his wife, (Wade and Josephine Holmes) and encourage them in their outreach. Years ago, our mission did have missionaries serving there but the current ministry is starting over. 
Carcross is a tourist town with two First Nations villages (the Yukon does not have reserve lands as most of the provinces have) on the outskirts of the town.  Mountains surround the community and the river separates the town from the village on one side.  The church service was very casual, with the core group and only two kids.  They hope and pray for connections into the Native communities and are exploring the possibility of partnering somehow with NCEM in their ministry now.
On Sunday afternoon, we attended a new church planting initiative in the city called "Northern Collective" under the C2C outreach ministry in Canada.  Using a Baptist Church after their regular morning services, the young pastor, Harrison Kwok (and his wife Kaitlyn) reminded us of ourselves 20+ years ago. They have two preschool daughters, who keep them busy while they try to carry out their ministry!  A small core of 6-8 adults sat in a circle at the back of the sanctuary.  They served coffee.  I actually got to help our friend, Tony, lead worship as Kaitlyn was away.  I borrowed her guitar and we sang a few songs from a newly printed songbook. It was only their 4th Sunday service and they were still praying and seeking ways to reach out to those who are not necessarily feeling a "fit" into the traditional church culture.  They had a sharing time, and it was strikingly similar to our Healing Hearts early days: people sharing hurts and prayer requests in a transparent and vulnerable way. 
That evening, we had supper with a retired NCEM couple who also live in Whitehorse.  They served mainly in Buffalo Narrows, SK during their 20+ years of missionary service.  Ron has Parkinson's Disease and has become limited in his mobility and energy levels.  Wendy works at a local grocery store.   We shared a wonderful meal and evening together hearing their stories on the mission field.  We wanted them also to know how much we appreciate their part in the ministry and bring them up to date on the changes and developments in the mission these days.  They seemed genuinely glad we stopped in to see them and we pray their ministry will continue to have ripple effects for the Gospel's sake.
The Lord gave us the opportunity to check out a couple of museums and to enjoy a drive on the Alaska Highway towards Haynes Junction.  We also spent a couple nights at a hotel in downtown Whitehorse and wandered around the shops and restaurants.  There weren't many tourists, but the cross-section of people ranged from business professionals to street people in the downtown core.  Much like Regina. Tony works with the Salvation Army as part of his ministry and Janet volunteers occasionally, as well.  They gave us a tour of their new shelter/transitional housing and dining facility.  There are many needy folk in the community and they make many connections there.
On the last night, Tony and Janet came to our hotel room and brought ice cream treats for us to share!  It was sad our adventures were coming to a close.  We had an early flight the next morning, so we would drive our rental car there and hop on the Air Canada plane for Vancouver at 5:30 am.  Although the sun was just rising about then, it was still too early for our old bodies!
We always seem to leave before we have seen everything we could possibly see, leaving us hungry to come back again.  But it really is the people, the missionaries, whom we will miss, as we just catch a small glimpse into their lives.  And some friendships will truly last a lifetime!
                                                          Driving to Carcross, YT

                                                         

                                                     The Lookout - Yukon River