The one being me.
The other day as I was driving back from Moose jaw towards Caronport I found myself looking off at the horizon and thinking; “God has made some beautiful country out here.” There is a hill actually that I had not paid attention to before and it caught my eye thinking of Psalm 121. ”I lift my eyes up to the hills, Does my help come from there?” No. The presence of God does not depend on the presence of hills or mountains or trees or any created thing. They are nice to look at but they are really only signposts to the one who created them and who is always present.
Then I joined a house church group (which is really more like a small group than a separate church gathering) and the scripture we delved into was Psalm 121. I got to know some local people and I think I needed that as much as the reminder that God’s presence is constant – hills or no hills.
So this Sunday I am making a trek into Moose Jaw to check out the Anglican church which has a very welcoming web site and since I now know a couple others who attend there, I am hoping to find a home away from home there. I find myself longing for the richness of liturgy and should get a good dose there.
I think I am back in this space because it seems a more appropriate space than Facebook. Facebook would be Ok since what I will say won’t be long and maybe not terribly profound except to those who know how to read between my lines.
I have been up in Edmonton leading in a small retreat for the women of Sanctuary Covenant Church – Friday evening through tonight. No sleepovers. Just meeting at the house; Sanctuary Place. Sharing in study and meals. Together in the presence of God, listening to him as we shared stories and considered how we could draw closer to God and to each other, how we could deepen our relationships so that we could also help those hovering on the peripheries of the circle join us in our journey deeper into God. (Thanks Randall for reminding me of the great way a wheel can be useful to illustrate this)
And for me it was a weekend of experiencing the presence of God. God the creator of words was there as we shared and he was sufficient – well, actually way more than sufficient. Exodus 4:10-12.
I was only in the dental office one day this week, only spent one real day at the church plus a few hours here and there. The rest of the week I have been getting ready. I have been able to clean a bit in my office at home – much needed. Wrapped all the presents. Usually I’m doing that last minute while yelling at everyone to stay out of the bedroom. Since no one else was homeI got to do my wrapping this year on the dining room table. Way better than the bedroom floor.
Tomorrow the kids come home – except for Rachelle, Asen and Ronin (sigh). They will be home in a couple of weeks though.
We should be 22 around the table(s) tomorrow night. Then we all will head over to the church for the candlelight Christmas Eve service. Back home after for our gift opening. We will be up very late I suspect. Sunday morning we will (Leo and I at least) get up for a casual breakfast/Sunday/Christmas Day service. It will be good to worship our Saviour with the other brave souls who venture out.
Then I will crash and just chill out the rest of the day. If I get my way.
It would have been nice to have some snow for Christmas but they are predicting +2 or so and I suspect not much snow will remain. Shouldn’t complain – better than –40.
Today started off with suture removal. It had been 5 days and I figured that since she said 5 to 7 days that meant my little incision would have been pretty much healed up. I’m afraid my pristine beauty has now been marred by my rushing things. The incision –the one up by my hairline – opened up. I am now closed up with superglue and a bandaid. Not quite what I had intended but that is how life goes I guess. Nice to have a Dr hubby on mornings like this.
Started cooking the meat for tourtiere and finished off my writing for the Advent Candle lighting tomorrow. Then a little ballerina arrived. She was dressed all in pink and we began what ended up being a day spent together. We all went out to choose trees and threw three of them on top of my little Matrix with the car top carriers. Delivered them. Went for lunch at McD’s and then for groceries. Interesting, grocery shopping with a 3 year old. She decided that she needed a bag of marshmallows. She wanted to ride in the cart, then out of it, then hung on behind for awhile. She held the list and we did manage to get everything on it and make it to church for music practice in time.
At worship practice we were treated to an hour of interpretive dance and attempts to help Birdie play the organ. Mrs. Birdie was most tolerant, bless her.
One week left till Christmas. Lots left to do I’m afraid.
Kids Klub this week was pretty tame compared to the last couple of weeks when the young men who are really too old for kids stuff dropped by anyway for a free supper and an occasion to try and drive the supervising adults crazy. Tonight it was just kids. The boys who made themselves unwelcome last week were nowhere to be seen. Thank you to their parents for some great help.
We were about 23 kids tonight. I had the story telling and craft duty tonight and the story was Jacob and Esau. Twins but not at all alike. So we looked at things that were similar but not quite identical. Then we talked about the things we are good at – our gifts and how we are all different. God loves all of us even though we are all different and have different skills.
Taught the story once to the older kids and then again to the wee ones.
Then I came home exhausted. So I veged out in front of the TV for a bit with Nan. We laughed together at the Dumbest Things on Wheels and wondered how they arrange to get such crazy videos. I wonder if people are really that desperate to get their failed stunts on TV that they would risk injury to do it?
People never fail to amaze me.
This weekend is full of the meaning of hopes and dreams. Judy and Kendell will be married at about this time tomorrow. Love will find its home in their hopes and dreams for a life together.
And my dreams? And hopes? Well I will be trying out the pastor role in new ways as I lead them in the service of marriage. I think all is ready. But who really knows? I want it all to go perfectly – for their sake and mine to I guess.
But the real test of what we accomplish tomorrow will be how they approach life together from here on. Praying that God will bless his work tomorrow.