Worth it! 5 Mar 2014 9:33 AM (11 years ago)

We have said a lot of good-byes this week. It is our last few days in Oakville and our time is spent in preparation for the move and meeting up with friends one last time. The good-byes are not easy and our hearts are full of emotion. One minute, I feel excited to get on the plane and head to Tennessee and the next, I feel sad to be leaving many precious friends.

As I reflect, I am so thankful we didn't hold back. We jumped right in. We met people, invited them over, shared ourselves. We joined a small group. We met our neighbors. We played in the snow. We drove all over the country exploring its scenery and beauty. We made friends, we loved, and we received love.

We gave and took and shared and opened up and loved. We needed our friends and they needed us. It was a give and take and in the end, everyone gains something when hearts are open to love. Now, it hurts a little to leave but it was so worth it. Love is always worth it! Thank you, friends, for loving us well.

Saying Farewell to Canada 26 Feb 2014 12:28 PM (11 years ago)

As I type this, there are two people in my home that Nissan has employed to pack all of our things in paper and boxes in hopes it will arrive safely to our new home in Tennessee.

The time has come for our move to take place, and I'm filled with a mix of emotions. Yes, I'm so excited to return home, to be in a warmer climate, closer to family and surrounded by beautiful green hills (at least they'll be turning green in a month or so). Yet, I am a bit sad to leave some wonderful friends we have made here, and my heart is thankful for so many things we have experienced during our time in Canada.

I'm thankful for the ways I got to share my faith. I have never had so many opportunities to talk to people about Jesus and His love for them. God brought ladies into my life that needed to hear His story. I wasn't always elegant in my delivery or bold in my approach, but I shared simply how God worked in my life. I prayed for a friend as she sat across from me in my kitchen asking does God really guide me. I looked in another friend's eyes and told her God would bring her through the difficult situation she was in. I stood beside another friend as she buried the tiny body of her infant daughter. I shared about the grace Christ offers to a Muslim friend after she told me she was just trying to be good enough to earn a place in Heaven. I invited a friend to be a part of a women's Bible study at my church so she could practice her English and learn more about God.

I say all of this not to toot my own horn. On my own, I am weak and cowardly and timid. God brought these ladies into my life as they were each searching, broken, and in need. They came to me for help or advice or just needed someone to listen, and so I found it easy to share my Hope when they were so desperate for Hope themselves.

The three years we have spent in Canada have been filled with ups and downs. I've seen some beautiful places and I've had some really lonely days. I've gotten really tired of looking across the dinner table to see an empty chair where my husband would sit. I can also see how God has provided some really good things in the middle of some really difficult times.

So, as we pack and leave, I want to have a heart of thankfulness for all of the blessings we've had here in Canada. I am thankful for the friends, for our church, for the small group who loved us well, and for the amazing scenery we have seen as we've traveled this land called Canada.

Green Grass 27 Jan 2014 4:49 AM (11 years ago)

Winter seems to be pushing me out of the Canadian door, making it easy for me to say good bye to the Great White North. It's been cold, windy, and harsh, and as the ground remains frozen and hard outside, my heart has struggled to find its warmth. Tim has been working long days and hopping on planes to travel here and there for work. With family far away and a feeling of being trapped inside, it's easy to get discouraged.

I've been looking at the calendar a lot, counting the days until our moving truck comes, hoping for greener grass in Tennessee.

As I've been struggling to keep a positive perspective, the Holy Spirit has been whispering His love and goodness to me. Through the company of my friends from my small group, the encouraging words spoken by a good friend over the phone, an afternoon of sledding down a snow-covered hill with my family, and hearing the truth of God's word preached so powerfully at my church, God has been reminding me of some really good things in Canada. Through a paragraph my son wrote at school telling of how he thinks his mom is great and through the love of my husband as he listens and cares, I am reminded of God's blessings that are all around me-right here, right now.

I think underneath all of the snow outside my window where I sit right now, there might just be some green grass.

A Tender Tennessee Christmas 5 Jan 2014 5:31 PM (11 years ago)

Enjoying s'mores in our back yard around Tim's new fire pit

Cousins!!

From this one place 1 Jan 2014 9:34 AM (11 years ago)

Looking back over the last ten months, I am amazed at all that has happened. We sold our house in Franklin, TN in only four days. We decided to stay in Canada one more year. We bought a house in Brentwood, TN without even stepping foot in it until after the offer was made. We hosted Isabella and her group for five weeks. Now we prepare for our move back to Tennessee.

We had the opportunity to spend a week in our new home in Tennessee over Christmas. It was really nice to be back in the South where the air is warmer, the restaurants are a bit kid-friendlier, and our family welcomes us. It was fun to dream and plan and prepare for our move back. We hope to not have to move again for a long, long time, and we hope we can raise our children in this home. I know better than to say "never" because I've seen how God works. I'm trying to hold on lightly and trust deeply and take one day at a time.

Back in the Summer, we spent some stressful months looking at houses online and making a few trips to Nashville to walk through the ones that caught our attention. The market was hot and houses were moving quickly, and we wondered if we were doing the right thing to try to buy a house from a far. We also wondered if we should just wait until the Fall or Christmas to buy a house knowing we wouldn't be moving until March. That made more sense, but I've also learned to lean not on my own understanding. Now looking back, I can see how God provided just the right house at just the right time.

Into this story comes our dear friends, Perry and Katie. Perry and Tim went to grad school together over ten years ago and have been close friends ever since then. Perry and Katie allowed us to live with them for several months eight years ago when we were moving back to Nashville (the second time). This Summer, they sold their house in TN and needed a place to leave while their new house was undergoing some major renovations. So, it was perfect the way we bought our house at just the time when they needed a place. I'm so thankful our house didn't sit empty for months but was a blessing to our friends who had blessed us in the same way many years before.

I also can see how God's timing was good in the purchase of our home when I look back at the craziness of our Fall. Hosting the Ugandans was an amazing journey and one I will always be thankful for. It was also all-consuming, and we would not have been able to shop for a home or travel to Tennessee while they were with us..

So, now I can see. From this place, it all makes sense, but ten months ago, I was filled with questions and anxiety and doubt. I'm so thankful God could see what I couldn't. I'm thankful again for His perfect provisions. I'm thankful to be reminded that He is God and I am not.

Again, I'm reminded of some lyrics by Sara Groves in her song, From this One Place:

From this one place I can't see very far
In this one moment I'm square in the dark
These are the things I will trust in my heart
You can see something else, something else

Holes in the Heart 30 Nov 2013 6:41 PM (11 years ago)

Tonight our house seems very quiet. No little feet are scampering around bringing me hugs and little toys. No women are sitting by the fire crocheting their blankets. My daughter is back in her own room sleeping comfortably in her bed. My heart feels very full and yet a little like there is an empty space in it.

After we got home from the airport, my family and I sat around the table eating bowls of ice cream and talking about what we will miss about our Ugandan friends. No one will yell, "Welcome Home," every time we walk in the door. I will miss seeing the excitement on Jean and Kellen's faces when they experience something new like seeing the falling snow. Graham will miss playing with his little buddy, Isabella. We will all miss their presence in our home.

Yes, there will be no little girls fighting over toys, no more extra dishes to wash (although they always washed the dishes for me), no extra people to tote to and from the store, but we will miss them so much.

Thinking of how we may never see them again makes my heart so heavy and sad, but then I recall what a privilege it was to be a part of their experience here in Canada. A little girl is going back home with a heart restored to full health. A mama can now send her daughter to school knowing her heart is strong enough to withstand the long walk to and from school. A daddy can sleep a little easier every night with the sense that his little girl is not fighting another infection or struggling to get oxygen to all parts of her body.

Tonight, I said goodbye to Isabella with the assurance that the hole in her heart has been repaired. Yet, at the same time, a hole is forming in my own heart because of the void left in her absence. I will allow that empty space to remind me of three precious ladies that I love so much returning to Uganda. I will pray for them and think of them often. I hope Isabella will grow up sharing with her brothers and sister of how God worked a miracle in her heart. She'll get out the photo book we gave her and she'll recall her adventure in Canada. She will know that God most certainly has good plans for her life as she remembers when He filled the hole in her heart.

With the emptiness that I feel comes a longing for more and a gratefulness of what God allowed my family to be a part of. I know the peace and joy that comes from being the hands and feet of Christ. I've experienced being a part of something so much bigger than myself, and I do not want to be content to settle back into a life centered around me.

Tonight I will rest. Tomorrow I will enjoy a quiet day with my family. Next week, we will decorate our home for Christmas and go about the routine of school, work, and chores. I will allow God to renew my spirit because I am tired, but I will long for another day when our home will be filled yet again with more mouths to be filled, more voices to be heard, and more hearts to be loved.

Sweet dreams, Isabella, as you soar above the clouds tonight. Sweet hugs in the coming days as you greet your family. May your spirit remain sweet as you recall the goodness of your Father and His love for you. I'm so thankful I could be a part of your life. I welcome the hole in my heart because of you.

Gratitude 11 Nov 2013 5:42 PM (11 years ago)

The last few weeks at our house have been intense. Isabella had her surgery and spent 6 days in the hospital. I will never forget the look on Kellen's face the night she returned to my home after her daughter's surgery. Pure relief and joy. Her daughter had been given another chance at life. With tears in her eyes, she told me thank you. I felt so humbled. I had done nothing but offer a place for her to stay, and I was amazed once again that God had caused our lives to intersect at this very moment.

"Better is one day in His courts than a thousand elsewhere."

To say being a host family has been all fun and no struggle is to be withholding the truth. There have been moments when I have asked myself, "What was I thinking to sign up for this?" Yet, God has given me many glimpses into why this is worth it.

One of those glimpses happened today at Isabella's follow-up appointment. Kellen, Jean, Isabella, and I were waiting in one of the examining rooms after hearing some good news that Isabella's progress was where it should be. Kellen looked at me and said, "I have nothing to give you but I want to thank you." Again, I felt completely humbled and unworthy of her gratitude. I told her what she has given me was in my heart. I told her I would never forget her or Isabella and I started to cry. She hugged me, and I wondered if she really understood all that she has given me.

She has given me the gift of being used, the gift of being clay in the Potter's hand, the gift of being an ordinary, broken piece of pottery. Yet, when the clay pot is broken, the treasure that is inside can spill out and bless others. She has given me the gift of perspective, the reminder of God's greatness and my plainness. She has given me the chance to be the hands and feet of Christ, and for that gift, I am the one that is grateful.

Little Isabella...God has used this girl from a small village in Uganda to touch many lives.

Isabella, you have stretched me, you have brought me before the throne of God over and over again, you have kept me on my knees pleading with God to bring you to Canada and to heal your heart. You have taught me life is not all about me. You have encouraged me to share about the goodness of God to others in a way I've never done before. You've given me the courage to tell people about the amazing God we serve. You have shown me the faith of a small child and how pleasing that is to the Father's heart. You have shown me gratitude and how to be thankful in all things. You have reminded me of how much I have and how much I could give. You have caused me to be uncomfortable, to be flexible, to share my home, my time, my space. You have shown me my weakness and complete dependance on my Father. You have touched my heart with your sweet hugs and the way your little hands pat my back when I we embrace. You have taught my children how to give, how to share, how to pray, and you have caused them to see their parents broken before God and calling on His strength. It is because of your little life that I am changed. My home, my children, my marriage, and my relationship with my God will never be the same. God is using your little life in mighty ways all around the world. Through the holes in your heart, He is bringing healing to mine. I pray your holes will be healed today, Isabella. I pray your life will forever be changed and you will grow into a woman who can't wait to tell others of the amazing work God has done in your life. I am completely and utterly grateful and humble that God brought you into my life and allowed me to be a part of yours. Our hearts are being knitted together.

Perspective 6 Oct 2013 5:03 PM (12 years ago)

We picked up Isabella, Kellen, and Jean at Anita's house this morning and took them to church. What a special experience to worship beside them, to hear Jean's beautiful voice as she sang, and to be reminded that God is the God of Uganda and Canada and the US. Isabella sat on my lap for the entire sermon coloring in her little Minnie Mouse coloring book maybe even using crayons for the first time.

They came over to our house after church for lunch. Over roast beef and rice, we shared about our lives, and I heard about how Kellen walks one mile every day to retrieve water and then carry it on her head the mile home. She has no running water, no flush toilets, no electric stove. I will think about this now every time I turn on the water at my sink or cook something on my stove. How different our lives are, and yet we both our love our children with a fierce love. We both would go to great lengths to protect our babies, and we both work hard, in our own ways, to put a good meal on the table for our families.

After lunch, I got out a few items of clothing that I thought they might like, some for Isabella and some for Kellen. Oh, I had no clue how much this would bless them. I was simply cleaning out my closet and Lidiyanna's dresser getting rid of some things we no longer wore, but to them, it was a huge gift. Their eyes light up and they immediately started trying on the clothes. Isabella had been wearing some thing of her brother's, and to see her little smile when they slipped a light green dress with pink roses on over her head made my heart melt. She looked adorable and she knew it. It was a moment I do not want to forget.

When they left to go back to Anita's house this afternoon, my heart was full. We have so much here in North America. I am thankful for the perspective Isabella and her mommy gave me today. I want to live with less and give more. I want to choose a life of purpose over a life of comfort. I want to be stretched so I can love more. God is using Isabella's heart condition to work on the condition of my own heart. May it be so.

She's here!! 4 Oct 2013 5:47 PM (12 years ago)

After several months of waiting and praying, Isabella received her visa and made her way to Canada arriving today. The kids and I met her, her mom, Kellen, and the interpreter, Jean at the airport. We brought them back to our house and fed them bowls of chicken tortilla soup. I think it may have been too spicy for their taste but they ate all of it. Before I could even get up, Kellen and Jean were at the kitchen sink washing the dishes. Graham said, "Wow, Mom, you are going to like this!" I was really touched by their willingness to help. They both seem so grateful, appreciative, and hard working. Yes, I think we are going to get along just fine!

Later after we had some time to unwind and get familiar with each other, I asked Kellen when she got to know God. It was through her daughter's heart condition that she sensed her need for God. She surrendered to Him and His plan for her life, and she placed her daughter in His hands. I am praying her faith is strengthened as she watches the Lord work. She has left behind two sons and a baby girl to accompany Isabella to Canada. This journey has not been easy for her and as she will have to watch her daughter undergo open heart surgery, there are more difficult days to come. Yet in her eyes, I see a warmth and strength. As I told her today that I had been praying for Isabella, our eyes met and I felt the connection between two mothers. Yes, I think we are going to get along just fine!

Children's Heart Project 30 Sep 2013 10:23 AM (12 years ago)

Our family has gotten involved with a ministry called Children's Heart Project sponsored by Samaritan's Purse. Children with heart defects born in countries where health care cannot provide the surgery they need are brought to North America so that they may receive the life-saving surgery. Anu, pictured below, is a precious and outgoing 16 month girl from Mongolia. She, her mom, and the translator are staying with a friend from my small group. Her surgery will be tomorrow.

We have had the joy of having her family over for dinner and spending some time together. What a sweet little girl she is!! Ziya, her translator, is a gift from God as she shares the love of Christ with Anu and her mom.

Last night, Ziya attended a concert at our church so Anu and her mom came over for dinner without her. I wondered how it would go not being able to talk with each other. No words are needed though when the children play together and love is shared through a meal and a walk to the park. What a beautiful picture of how God's love knows no boundaries.

Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. 1 John 3:17-19

Anu enjoying some chocolate ice cream.

Anu playing with the Franklin crew

Another precious girl will be coming from Uganda to have heart surgery. Isabella is four and will be arriving with her mom and translator on Friday. Our family will pick her up from the airport and have the privilege of hosting her in our home for part of her time in Canada. Her is an excerpt from an article written about her by the medical transporter that will be traveling with her. She wrote it before we knew Isabella has obtained her visa. She is coming now!!

A girl in Uganda who desperately needs heart surgery is waiting to receive a visa so she can travel to the U.S. While the transporter is waiting, she reflects on God's timing.

by Cindy Uttley, RN, MSN, who is on staff with Children’s Heart Project at Samaritan’s Purse. She has made many trips to Uganda, but this is her first trip with Children’s Heart Project. She and her husband David, a photographer for Samaritan’s Purse, met more than 25 years ago while working in Haiti.

Children’s Heart Project—until the last several days, this was only a project to me, a much needed program. I thought of it as a worthy recipient of the approval of prospective donor hospitals, a valuable investment in the life of a deserving child who would otherwise die.

But now, Children’s Heart Project is a little girl. I am in Uganda, waiting for a visa for this little girl, Isabella. We have not yet met. But I know she is 4 years old and that although her heart defect is relatively simple to repair, such repair is not available here. I also know that the window of opportunity for its repair is about to close.

Once 4-year-old Isabella receives her visa, Cindy will bring her to Canada to receive life-saving heart surgery.

In Uganda, the Samaritan’s Purse staff of Children’s Heart Project is doing everything humanly possible to expedite Isabella’s visa. Yet a series of unexpected hurdles have thrown up obstacles to obtaining the visa. Now that I am here to transport her to the waiting North American hospital and cardiac surgeon who will perform her surgery, I have been surprised by some of the delays. I would not expect that the only way to talk to the visa agency is to go in person. There is no phone number or website for tracking. I would not expect the visa application of a little girl urgently awaiting open heart surgery to be randomly selected for audit by a United Nations agency and sent to Canada. And I would certainly not expect a hostage situation in Nairobi to delay its delivery by courier to our office in Kampala, Uganda. And what do I make of Isabella’s mom? Certainly her wait has been more laden with fear and pain than anyone else invested in this process.

Yet, none of this is a surprise to God. He wants to be glorified in the wait. We have done everything we can. He does not want us to fret or struggle. He wants us to trust Him. We pray. We wait. We pray some more. We trust. I trust that He loves this little girl more than we who work so diligently on her behalf. He loves her so much more than her momma and papa do.

And I trust Him not to be late.

Wesley's birthday 9 Jul 2013 9:35 AM (12 years ago)

Happy 6th Birthday, Wesley!!!

This has been a big year for you, Wesley. You completed Kindergarten in Canada, learned to swim and ride your bike without training wheels, and you bring us so much joy. We are happy to have you in our family. We love you!

Wesley has two really good buddies here in Canada, Harrison and Nolan. We invited these friends along with their families over for dinner Saturday night to celebrate Wesley's birthday. These boys have been really special to Wesley, and I'm so thankful for their friendships to our sweet boy.

O Canada 4 Jul 2013 6:14 PM (12 years ago)

O Canada
You caught me off guard.
When I wasn't expecting it, you showed me your beauty.
When I was missing my home, you displayed your kindness.
When I thought I was just enduring you, I've found myself loving you.

I've come to appreciate your people: a tapestry of colors and culture.
It is your people that I will miss the most.
You are a country made up of many other countries, many languages, many skin tones, many stories to be heard.
In you, people have found a new beginning, a hope of a better life, a fresh start.

I find myself gazing out over your big, blue waters.
From the starfish and clams that dot the red sands of Prince Edward Island
to the loons coming up for air in the quiet lakes of Quebec,
I've been surprised by your tranquility and what makes you unique.

O Canada
You found a way into my heart
and I know I will never be the same.
When I return home, I will remember you with fondness.
I will remember the people that offered me friendship, those that loved my children well everyday.
I will remember the church that nurtured and carried me through some difficult days.
I will remember the trails near my house, the path to the school that I know so well.

I cannot say I do not long for home, but I must acknowledge how much you have stretched and taught me.
You have taken me on an adventure for which I am grateful.

God keep your land, glorious and free!
O Canada

The End of a Great School Year 26 Jun 2013 4:53 AM (12 years ago)

Wesley's class (with one little addition-can you find her?)

Graham and his teacher

Another school year is wrapping up for us here in Canada. Wesley had a wonderful time in Senior Kindergarten with Miss Fraser and Miss VanMeijel. He has really matured a lot and become a leader in the classroom. He loves drawing and playing with the cars and blocks with his little buddies. Graham has just completed Grade Two with Mrs. Guliomi. I'm so proud of him, too. I'm very thankful for the kind and loving teachers both my boys had this year. They make a big difference. Now, may the Summer begin!

A cake of bread baked over hot coals... 16 Jun 2013 11:05 AM (12 years ago)

Have you ever sat in church listening to the pastor's message and thought, "He is speaking directly to me?" It's one of those times when your heart is moved because you know God sees you, He knows what you need, and He has a message he wants to you hear. I felt like that today.

Ever since March and the realization that we would be here the third year, my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride with most of the ride heading downhill. I've felt such an internal struggle between contentment and longing for home, peace and anxiety, acceptance and frustration. After a bit of struggle, I truly felt that I had surrendered to God's plan and had a deep peace about staying here. I felt encouraged in our marriage and like I could really see how God was using and teaching me here. After another trip to Nashville for a quick house-hunt which ended as an unfruitful and frustrating experience in which Tim and I got into an intense "discussion" in the middle of my brother's living room, I've been looking for that sense of peace and questioning what God is up to. Tim's been working long hours and dealing with the pressures at work, and I've been trying to work through my emotions of feeling unsettled and anxious about the future.

So, when I saw the sermon title, "When Faith Meets Depression", I wondered what God would say to me as I sat in the pew and so desperately wanted to hear a word of hope from Him.

And as my God has always been and always will be so faithful to provide, He did not disappoint me.

The pastor first started with the statement, "We are all messes, but God chooses to use messes in His sovereign grace." Man, have I felt like a mess lately! I've told Tim thank you for being patient with me as I am a mess. I've said to my friends that I just feel like a mess, and I apologized to my brother and sister-in-law for laying our mess in the middle of their living room floor. I've used those exact words, and something stirred deep within me when I heard my pastor say with tears in his eyes that he's a mess. Sometimes, I just need to know that I'm not the only one who is struggling. Even more encouraging is the fact that God loves me in the messy state I am in and that He can still use me, mess and all.

I also heard this morning that often times great trials will follow great victories. I had felt that I had a "victory" when I had let go of my desires in March and submitted to God's plan. I knew God was teaching and molding me, and for a few weeks, I was feeling really good. Often times hard times follow great stress as well. We've been stressed looking for a job and stressed with Tim's workload and travel schedule. I've been stressed trying to hold it all together. Just taking a look back at our last few months gives me grace to know it's okay to feel down right now. It's okay and understandable that I am struggling. It's okay that I have doubt and fear.

But, I want to choose faith. I want to choose trust. I want to listen to God's truth and not the lies the enemy has been telling me.

The best part of the message today was reading about Elijah, seeing his struggle, and being moved by the way God met his needs. God sent him an angel who woke him from his sleep with cake of bread baked over hot coals, with a jar of water to refresh his parched throat, and with more rest. Sometimes all we need is rest. Sometimes, all we need is a friend to listen. Sometimes all we need is something very simple: to know God sees us, He cares, and He provides.

My pastor ended today by encouraging us to preach the gospel to ourselves everyday. My pastor in Nashville used to tell us the same thing. We must remind ourselves of God's faithfulness, of our neediness for Him, and that He loves us, mess and all.

There are many things that I miss about the States, many things I long to return to in Nashville, many people I miss. Yet, there are lots of things I love about Canada and one of those things is our church. It took a few months for God to lead us there and it took lots more months for it to feel like home. Harvest Bible Chapel has become a home away from home for us, and I've grown to love its people and its pastor. After we have gone home, I will forever be grateful for the way God encouraged me through Harvest and the people there.

2003 cruise with the Jarchows

Happy Anniversary to my sweet husband of 14 years!!

"Life with you is half as hard and twice as good."

Sara Groves

Victoria Day 21 May 2013 4:36 AM (12 years ago)

We just celebrated Victoria Day here in Canada with a long, sunny weekend. Graham also had his eighth birthday. His party will be next weekend but he wanted to go kayaking this weekend and try out his birthday presents. One thing we really enjoy about living in the Greater Toronto Area is being so close to Lake Ontario. The park we went to on Sunday was just 5 minutes from our church.

We fixed our camera and got a new computer so now I can post pictures with greater ease. Spring has finally arrived in Canada, and after the long Winter, we are enjoying it so much. Graham got a kids' sized kayak for his birthday, and he got to try it out this past weekend.

Happy Birthday, Tim! 2 Apr 2013 5:41 PM (12 years ago)

Happy Birthday to my man!

Tim, you are an amazing daddy, a loving husband, and a noble and godly man.

I am so blessed to be your wife.

Happy Easter!! 1 Apr 2013 5:21 AM (12 years ago)

Thinking of Good Friday 26 Mar 2013 9:10 AM (12 years ago)

Where would we be without Your love?
We'd still be lost in darkness.
Where would we be without Your cross?
It made a way to save us.
O, Your love! O, your love!

We couldn't escape the sin and shame that kept us bound.
We couldn't break through, we couldn't reach You.
So You reached down.

Safe in the arms of Your embrace
breathing in Your freedom.
Lifting a song of highest praise,
breathing out your anthem, O, Your love!

Where would we be without Your love?
We'd still be lost in darkness.
Where would we be without your cross?
It made a way to save us.
O, Your love! O, Your love!

words by Matt Redman

Ice Crystals 20 Mar 2013 5:20 AM (12 years ago)

Sometimes an ordinary occurrence passes without recognition of what it truly is intended to be: a message of love from the Spirit of God. But at those special times when our hearts are longing for the Spirit's whisper, we catch it like a delicate snowflake landing on our tongue. It's brief, but it can leave a lasting impression, one that you don't want to forget.

Today is the first day of Spring. It is 20 degrees (Fahrenheit, I should add). As I struggled to help my youngest child into her snowsuit, mittens, boots, and hat for our walk to school this morning, my heart felt as cold as the frozen ground outside my front door. We recently returned from the land flowing with milk and honey, Nashville (I exaggerate for effect), and I have been working through some disappointment of realizing our move back home is not happening as soon as I would like.

On the way to school, I noticed a girl ahead of us holding a chunk of ice. She lifted it up above her head and peered through the ice noticing the way the sun's rays were captured in the crystals. I watched and smiled at her discovery, at her delight in the way something so ordinary and dull could be transformed into something magical. It was then that I heard Him ask, "How are you viewing your life, Jo?" I've been discouraged and discontent. I've been fighting resentment and frustration, yet when I hold my life up to His radiance, His glory shines through. He makes the ordinary and mundane shine and shimmer in His light. He even can take something cold, hard, and void of warmth and make it beautiful.

Today I'm holding onto this truth, this idea of "uncomfortable grace". A guest speaker at our church spoke on this a few weeks ago, and his message has been resonating in my mind ever since. He said sometimes God takes us to places we don't want to go to accomplish something in our lives that we could not accomplish on our own.

Uncomfortable grace...God's way of bringing blessings through suffering, of teaching, molding, and shaping us through difficult circumstances. His way of taking our ordinary lives, shining His light in us, and creating something beautiful.

Lidiyanna is three! 20 Feb 2013 9:21 AM (12 years ago)

Happy Birthday to our sweet girl!

lovable, friendly, beautiful, energetic, charming, loud, adventuresome

You bring so much sunshine to our lives. We love you, Lidiyanna!

A weekend with our small group 19 Feb 2013 9:27 AM (12 years ago)

I got to admit, I am tired of Winter. Ever since last weekend when I returned home from Texas, the dreary clouds have been hanging over my head. We've had more snow this year which has been fun, but I'm ready for sun and for warmth. The winter blues have hit and I'm fighting hard to resist the melancholy mood that has seemed to take residence inside me.

It has been good to look at these pictures and remember that Winter can be fun and God has given us some really wonderful friends here in Canada. At the beginning of February, we were invited to join our small group for a weekend in Muskoka, beautiful "cottage country" about two hours north of the big city. While there, we got lots more snow, and the scenery was breathtaking. As we took a hike to a frozen waterfall, I remember thinking, "This is why people enjoy living in Canada." The Winter is so long and dreary, yet it can also bring with it a lovely and inviting playground.

Over the weekend, we enjoyed God's amazing creation and we refreshed our souls through prayer, worship, and just enjoying being together. I am thankful for these memories, for these friends, and for the beauty in the midst of the Winter.

The Table 15 Feb 2013 4:56 AM (12 years ago)

We buried the body of my grandfather last Saturday. As I mourned the loss of my Granddad, I felt the heaviness of my grandmother's death all over again. I was closer to my grandmother. Maybe it was all that we had in common: our love of cooking, crafting, teaching and our name, Jo. And as I said goodbye to my grandfather, I said farewell to their home which housed so many of my childhood memories. My grandparents lived just a few blocks from me, so I saw them quite often. We went to the same church, and not many Sundays passed by that I did not get my hand squeezed from my grandmother as I said hello to her and my granddad in their familiar seats in the sanctuary. The way her fingers felt in mine as she tightly grasped my hand in her own is a memory that lies in the forefront of my mind. It is a fond memory that stirs up the love I know she and my granddad had for me. All of my cousins gathered around my grandparents' table this past weekend along with my dad, aunts and uncle. We reminisced, remembered, and recounted many happy times we were in that house and under the umbrella of Cecil and Jo's love. I miss them both. I appreciate the love and legacy of godliness they leave behind. And as I sat at that table surrounded by such warmth, I saw a glimpse, just a taste of the glory and joy, the saftety and comfort we will one day know when we are all finally at Home feasting at our Father's table.

my sweet grandfather, his brother, Dewey, my cousin, Andrew, and Wesley in 2008

But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body...

Philippians 3:20-21

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