4 months of trusting.
125 days of adventure.
9,495.3 miles of connecting with churches.
13 sermons across this beautiful country to share about missions in the UK.
almost every Canadian weather warning,
and concurred my fear of driving in the winter.
There's been times of tears,
times of joy,
times of frustration,
times of laughter,
times of heartache,
times of genuine conversations,
times of miscommunication,
times of reconnection,
times of anger,
times of celebration,
times of disunity,
times of worship,
times of unity,
and times of new beginnings.
is something to hold dear.
To honour every moment - the good and bad.
To trust, while waiting.
To hope, while searching.
To love, while serving.
And to let go and know that God is God.
"I'll show up and take care of you as I promised... I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out - plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for."
Here is a taste of my seventeenth week in 5 little moments...
1) Exhausting - one thing after another
No surprise, but it's like this past week has seen one thing go bad after another.
8 weeks of having some sort of the plague - here I come new meds!
Outrageous miscommunications with my new ministry position - it's bound to happen when communicating with 3 different countries in different time zones.
Travel delays and hiccups.
And on and on.
Don't get me wrong,
the bottomline is, these barely reach the devastation that people experience around the world.
they are only minor,
but cause a little stress,
and a couple sleepless nights - but I have insomnia, so that's just the norm. ;)
Things sorted out?
YES YES YES!
2) Stretching - training
One of the first things I'll be doing once I land in the UK,
is leading a training program for young missionaries coming over.
This is a training program I have been working on for the last couple of weeks,
all from scratch.
Not knowing basic details,
like accommodation, food, when people were arriving, etc.
has been an addition to my exhaustion.
This is on top of leaving Canada,
saying my goodbyes,
trying to find a place to live in the UK (keep praying for that),
and trusting that God will provide me with the knowledge, drive and understanding to give the best training I can give.
I'm not wired to take the first step.
I'm wired to take the second.
Once I've seen it, I'm confident and ready to do it.
requires me to take the first step.
To gather all I've learned over the years and apply it.
To trust that God has prepared me for this position.
And to muster up that courage that I'd normally have when facing the second step,
and put it into the first step.
Stretching isn't about comfort.
It's about expanding the horizons.
To see beyond what is in front of us,
and trust in the vision we hope to see.
3) Surprising - monthly increases
I know I've spent the last 5 years fundraising to do what I do.
But I never cease to be surprised when someone gives.
When someone commits to supporting me monthly.
When someone is passionate about the work I am doing.
Not that I don't believe in what I do.
I 100% believe in it!
And love it!
I feel amazed and honoured by those who want to give.
Who faithfully trust in God's provision for their own lives,
out of many other charities,
to give to the charity work God has called me to.
Words are hard to find how grateful I am.
4) Funny - fitness is the death of me
It's only been 2 years this month that I started choosing to take care of myself.
2 years of giving my body proper nutrition.
2 years of strengthening my body.
2 years of lightening the "load."
2 years of learning what it means to care for myself.
I truly believe,
working out is going to be the death of me.
Anyone with me?
I wake up in the morning,
put on my workout clothes,
set the scene (yoga matt, weights, etc.),
and pump up the determination.
2 minutes in...
My body's thoughts, "I'm so done."
My brain's thoughts, "You will thank yourself later."
At the end of the workout,
I sit smiling at myself.
"You did it! And you're not dead!"
Until next time... when I do it all again...
5) Special - savouring every moment
Like I said last week,
saying goodbye is bitter-sweet.
If these last 5 years have taught me anything,
it's to savour every moment.
The short and long chats,
the coffee/dinner dates,
the warm hugs,
the outbursts of laughter,
the calming stillness,
and the amazing moments shared with loved ones.
I can honestly say,
I have savoured so many incredible moments!
Love you all!
Thank you for being on this journey with me.
it's time for the next adventures.
Here goes nothing... England, here I come!