Left Behind

The car was unpacked just before 9 pm.  I recall seeing him attached to my yellow back pack when I came into the house.  I went straight to my room, remembering that I still had laundry to fold and a bed to make up with fresh sheets before I crashed for the night.  The duvet took a bit of work but eventually the fluffy cover was thrown over the single bed. 
Being side tracked by the computer and then deciding to take a bath it was probably two hours before I started to realize that something was wrong.  I couldn't find him when I was going to bed.  I thought "oh well, I will see him tomorrow", but then, as I was tossing under the covers I knew I needed to have him in my arms yet again.  I started to search: lifting all the covers, checking out the shadowy spots under the bed, turning on all the lights and climbing the stairs, I search out the kitchen and front hall.  No luck.
I went back to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.  Honestly, I started to cry - thinking, "how could I have lost you?" 
A wave of thought crossed my mind.  At 11:47 pm I tip toe outside in my fishy pajamas and creep down the sidewalk.  Rounding the corner of the house I spot my car and a lump on the ground.  Lying in the gutter, beside the back wheel was a sad looking bear.  Face down, he looked so depressed.  I could hear Bones saying "Karebear, how could you leave me behind for so many hours?  I've been all alone, fearing the rain or the strangers.  I forgive you, but please take me inside."
Picking up my snugly teddy bear I walked inside.  "Bones, I am so sorry" I pondered and peacefully went back downstairs to my room in the basement.  I would sleep much better with him tucked under my elbow.

Escapades in Hickville

I'm in a strange stage right now...  desiring to be on the mission field in Uganda, but also wanting to be with friends and family here in Canada.  The only way for me to get to Uganda is to raise the $3425 / month that I need in order to live and serve there.  I thank the Lord that I have already been able to raise 33%, but there is a lot more work to be done and a lot more support to come in before I can go to Africa.

This morning I had the privilege of speaking in Lucknow, at the Community CRC, and I was able to share God's stories with friends from my childhood.  I was a member in Lucknow for the first 29 years of my life and many times my heart still belongs in that old church - where I studied catechism and sung hymns from memory.

 Last night I drove into the area... Leaving home at 7 pm, carrying the promise that God is watching over every step of my journey, I drove two hours west to the area of my childhood.

 While journeying on rural roads, I followed the sun.  I passed young Mennonite woman taking an evening stroll on the gravelled sides, noticed that many solar panels were put up on a certain ten mile stretch of the road, and smelled bonfires on farmer's yards.  Joy crossed my face as I was reminded over and over that the Lord is with me, even when the road is long and "boring", and just like solar panels - I need to walk in the power of the SON! 

Last night I tucked into bed with the sound of frogs croaking and maple tree waving it's branches good night.  Waking up to a little rain, I didn't let the weather dampen the fellowship of old friends.  I drove with MumB to church and was able to share my heart for Uganda after the service.  After lunch with some great friends, I went to visit a wonderful couple whom I have loved since my senior year of high school.  Inviting me into their strawberry kitchen, we sipped tea, munched on apples and sweet cinnamon cake, and swapped stories.

 On the way back home I took a short detour and went to sit by the old Bluevale dam.  My brothers and I used to spend many hot summer hours at this dam - jumping off a dock, swinging from a tree, or splashing on the shore.  (Thanks Mom and Dad for taking us to this cool water spot!)

O ya, I just wanted to share this cute picture taken last Sunday - two of my nephews are riding at the park with the Sliedrecht children.... dear kids who call me "Aunt Karen" in Uganda.

Musical Moments

Sunday morning, I was supposed to lead worship, but I could barely sing.  I read portions of Scripture and words of confession, and I was super grateful there was a team there to back me up.  A challenge arose though... I had promised to sing a duet with Tim Sliedrecht to close the sermon.  My throat was sore and from inside my head, I had no idea how it sounded, but here is a glimpse of our song together.

Jumbled Hands

The past two weeks in Grand Rapids, MI have been super encouraging for me.  Meeting with team-mates who understand what it is like to prepare for the mission field. Hanging out with former college mates who share great memories of days gone by.  Friends have surrounded me with love and prayer. 

Two nights ago I met with two people who had lived with me during the summer of 2009 when I was in Soroti.  The evening started out super fun - with giggles and conversation, taco salad and enchiladas... then moved on to a game of cards.  Just as I was thinking it was time for me to go, Amos suggested that we pray together.  We sat around the table and all placed our hands in the centre.  God was in our midst  as the prayers went up.  There was a combination of words and silence and a real sense of unity as we met at the Father's feet.

Now I am preparing for a long drive back to Ontario, and praying that I can keep that sense of peace and camaraderie in my heart.  Going with God today!

Facing the Forest

Last night I moved from my dear cousin Judy's house to some friends who are moving to India with International Teams.  Both homes are places of respite and peace for me.  Judy's home is active with four children, but the conversation is always refreshing and the external world amazing.  Situated on a pond, deer march around the property, and geese guard their new goslings.  Now I'm in a quiet home that looks down in to a bushy wetland, even though the house is built in the centre of Grand Rapids, MI.

For 8 days now I have been on the road, visiting with amazing friends and family.  It's hard to catch up with so many people, but God has provided a way.  Breakfast, Lunch and Dinners... Coffee Times and Bible Studies.  It has been humbling to recognize once again that God has placed so many beautiful people in my life.... not just in Grand Rapids, but in Ontario, Uganda, Netherlands, Philippines, etc. 

I will be in GR a few more days.  I am looking forward to catching up with my team-mates who are home from Uganda for a few months, and on Friday night I will be attending an auction sale for the Tiesenga's.  It seems strange not to be writing more, but I am really just learning to rest and fellowshipping with friends from ages past.  My time has been spent with an incredible amount of children, and if I ever get my computer back from the Geek Squad, I hope to upload some photos. 

As I sit here in the Luth's living room, the forest just beyond the bay window reminds me of my future.  I see God in the trees - His glory, majesty, might and delight.  But I also get overwhelmed... I can't see very far and even though it is an exciting adventure to ride in the Palms of God, I am still learning to trust Him one step at a time.  Only the Lord knows when I am supposed to move on and I pray that I will be able to hear His voice and love His people.

Cheering for Michigan

Crossing the border into Michigan around noon yesterday, I started getting excited once again.  Not because of the bumpy roads that are in severe need of a renovation in Port Huron, but because I felt like I was coming home.  I went to college for four years in Grand Rapids, and now I was heading to town for 10 days to visit old friends that I love so dearly.  Fun and fundraising is the purpose of this getaway, but I would almost call it a "Staycation" because staying with my cousin Judy and her gorgeous family feels like home to me. 

Besides people, there are a few other reasons why I am cheering for Michigan today:
1. The deer are numerous and pretty.
2. The trees are much greener in spring blooms.
3. Drivers actually line up nicely when forming a single lane in construction, rather than being pushy and trying to get to the front of the pack before cutting in.
4. Gas is cheaper (although not by much).
5. The sun is shining.
6. The Canadian geese are relaxing on the pond right outside "my" bedroom window. 
7. Stamps are cheaper.

Riding with Royalty

Yesterday morning I met 7 other ladies in the church parking lot for a day away.  I was able to drive Dad's Safari van so that all 8 of us could drive together to the Coffee Break rally in Oakville.  There were over 730 women meeting together for a day of worship, fellowship, guest speakers, and entertainment.  I absolutely loved the day away and soaked in the words of the speakers.  Melinda Estabrooks (CTS) shared her amazing story and I would recommend that next year the rally planners place kleenex in each of our programs.  The stories were hard - overcoming abuse, neglect, immigration, hardships, but recognizing God's love, grace, faithfulness, and goodness through it all. 

On the way home, traffic was crawling due to an accident in the distance.  To the right of the van, there was a car load of young men who were pointing at us with curiousity.  They were pointing and chatting excitedly.  Moments later they took a photo of us.  Now, I must admit, I don't know what these young guys were looking at... I thought maybe there was writing on the side of the van or a sign hanging off the back windshield wiper.  We were so curious.  You must realize that I was driving ladies that ranged from their 40's-70's in age, but we all felt like young ladies being hit on.  :)  A while later down the road another vehicle was pointing at us and also smiling.

When I pulled in to the church parking lot at dinner time, we all got out to check the van.  The panels were clean.  The tires were full.  Nothing was hanging on the back.  Everything seemed perfect.... so...

Here is my take on it (especially since it has been a week full of Royal Wedding media):  All eight of us are daughters of the King of kings.  Yes, the princess theme continues on in my life!!  I have a feeling that the guys in the car beside us knew that we were special people.  Royal Princesses! and that made us picture worthy.  I'm hoping they saw the joy of the Lord pouring through the windows of the van as they passed by.