It's Canadian Thanksgiving, one of my favorite times of year and favorite holidays. Okay, so I say that about every time of year and every holiday... but there is something uniquely nostalgic about the sights, smells and savory delights that are Thanksgiving.
Holidays are one of those missionary things that you can and you can't recreate. I can make Pioneer Woman's creamy mashed potatoes, and if I am lucky I can find sweet potatoes at the big french grocery chain a few towns over. I can whip up a creamy pumpkin pie and if I am really, really lucky I will be able to get my hands on a whole turkey somewhere.
What I can't recreate is the crispness in the prairie air touched with the soft amber glow of indian summer sunshine. I can't recreate the damp smell of fallen leaves or the pallette of fall color in field and forest. I can't make my special version of cranberry sauce with the secret addition of saskatoon berries, and I can't make crabapple slush with Canadian Gingerale and apples from my very own tree. I won't hear the geese honking and their strong wings beating as they take off from the field in front of my house and I won't hear the crunch of the gravel as my parents and other loved ones pull onto the yard.
Today I mourn the loss of those things for the first time. Last year God gave us the gift of being able to be home for a week over Thanksgiving and to celebrate it at the lake with my parents. A gift made even more precious when death later touched our lives and made it the last Thanksgiving we would share with our strong, quiet, faithful father figure at the head of the table. In loss, special days become not only days of celebration, but days of mourning.
Mourning is a beautiful thing. It means you love, you feel, you miss, you desire. The strangest thing about mourning that I am learning is that one can both mourn and celebrate at the same time, that the two realities are not mutually exclusive, and that one does not preclude the other. I miss Canadian Autumn and my character home on the prairie, but that doesn't mean that I am not rejoicing today in the reality of my new home and the fall sun, like gold on my head here in Naples.
I miss worshiping with my Canadian church family and the amazing food and fellowship but that doesn't mean I didn't experience pure joy worshiping with my Neapolitan church family and eating fresh buffala mozzarella for dinner.
I miss people that are sooooo near and dear to my heart but that doesn't mean that my heart isn't overflowing with joy and gratitude for the new friends God has brought into our lives.
So as I look ahead to setting my own Thanksgiving table, and surrounding it with special people, I think back and remember with tears of joy and thanksgiving all the special people we have shared it with in the past. You are in our hearts, and part of our life, and you make us want to know and share this kind of love, with others too.
"Here by the water I'll build an altar to praise You, out of the stones that I've found here. I'll lay them down here rough as they are; knowing You can make them holy."
Stones. They are everywhere. Stumbling stones, stepping stones, stones for throwing, stones for piling. In the bible, stones are used for remembering. This is a place for me to pile my own rough stones of remembering along the road I am traveling, one post at a time. They are more than mere words thrown out into the wake of my path. They are a concrete testament of God's faithfulness, provision and goodness along the way.
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Sunday, October 9, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Welcome Home
It's hard to believe that just three short weeks ago I celebrated my 42nd birthday. When sorrow hits, it makes days feel like weeks and months feel like years. Yesterday we celebrated the life of the most influential man in my life. In some strange way we were celebrating his birthday too, only one that took him from this, into eternal life and his eternal home.
I remember meeting him as though it was yesterday. I was a troubled kid with a lot of emotional baggage, being placed in foster care for the very first time, scared out of my wits about what (and who) awaited me at the end of that drive with the social worker. I remember walking up the stone path in front of her with my one black garbage bag of clothes clutched in my hand and my heart stuck in my throat.
The door opened and he was standing there, with Laura right behind at his shoulder. He had a smile as warm as the sun and eyes that twinkled like they were reflecting stars. He opened up his big arms and wrapped them around me and said "Welcome home."
And home and family is what God gave me, everything my weary heart needed to heal and grow and thrive. When I left home, when they left the home we shared, wherever they were, whenever I showed up at the door, I was home and home was the most wonderful place to be.
For me every day spent at home was what I referred to as a Glory Day. It was always etched in my mind as something remarkable, captivating your senses and impressing itself into your soul. They were always the most special of days and there was no place I would rather be. I can't remember him ever saying goodbye without hugging me warmly before stepping back, squeezing my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye and saying; "I'm proud of you, Nic." What a gift that can never grow old or lose its value.
Yesterday we all got to say how proud we were of him. He was the most Christlike person I and any of us have probably ever met. He truly lived out the fruits of the spirit, daily, faithfully, as though it were effortless although I know it was not lack of effort but amazing exercise of discipline. Today I am "going home" but for the first time he won't be at the door with his smile and his hug. One week ago today he walked another pathway, another door opened for him and big fatherly arms embraced him, welcoming him home. I can picture his Heavenly Father squeezing his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye and saying; "Well done, son. I'm proud of you."
We all are.
I remember meeting him as though it was yesterday. I was a troubled kid with a lot of emotional baggage, being placed in foster care for the very first time, scared out of my wits about what (and who) awaited me at the end of that drive with the social worker. I remember walking up the stone path in front of her with my one black garbage bag of clothes clutched in my hand and my heart stuck in my throat.
The door opened and he was standing there, with Laura right behind at his shoulder. He had a smile as warm as the sun and eyes that twinkled like they were reflecting stars. He opened up his big arms and wrapped them around me and said "Welcome home."
And home and family is what God gave me, everything my weary heart needed to heal and grow and thrive. When I left home, when they left the home we shared, wherever they were, whenever I showed up at the door, I was home and home was the most wonderful place to be.
For me every day spent at home was what I referred to as a Glory Day. It was always etched in my mind as something remarkable, captivating your senses and impressing itself into your soul. They were always the most special of days and there was no place I would rather be. I can't remember him ever saying goodbye without hugging me warmly before stepping back, squeezing my shoulders, looking me straight in the eye and saying; "I'm proud of you, Nic." What a gift that can never grow old or lose its value.
Yesterday we all got to say how proud we were of him. He was the most Christlike person I and any of us have probably ever met. He truly lived out the fruits of the spirit, daily, faithfully, as though it were effortless although I know it was not lack of effort but amazing exercise of discipline. Today I am "going home" but for the first time he won't be at the door with his smile and his hug. One week ago today he walked another pathway, another door opened for him and big fatherly arms embraced him, welcoming him home. I can picture his Heavenly Father squeezing his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye and saying; "Well done, son. I'm proud of you."
We all are.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Every Good and Perfect Gift
On Sunday I had the beautiful privilege of celebrating my life, my birthday, on the day we have set aside to celebrate the resurrection of the One who came that I might have life, and life to the full. How deep the Father's love for us. How vast, beyond all measure! That He would give His only Son. To make a wretch His treasure!
On this birthday, in this season of my life, He is indeed continuing to reveal to me daily the extent to which He is delighted to go to make His intensely personal and tender love for me known. His love amazes me. His extravagant grace silences me. I can do nothing but with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, pick up my rough little stone and lay it on the altar of my remembering as my heart swells to bursting with an overwhelming consciousness of how small I am, and how great He is.
My camera has been on its last legs for some time now. As various settings began to fail on it I found new tricks and settings that allowed me to continue to use it until it breathed its last. As I realized we were nearing the end I started to search around for a used camera to replace it. Photography has become the one pastime I am able to take great joy in during this particular chapter of my life, pairing it with the special family day outings we plan twice a month and sharing the comings and goings of our life. I have always loved it, but now especially, it is the one simple artsy thing I can take great joy in as it touches my love for my surroundings and appreciation of all things beautiful.
I have always had pretty cheap and simple cameras. This time I really hoped to graduate up to an entry level DSLR with a wide angle and a larger zoom lens. Knowing how photographers love to upgrade I was pretty sure I could find an older used model that was in my price range.
My "in search of" posts on various local buy and sell sites resulted in one reply, but that camera was about $200 over my budget. After a while a new friend from church told me she had her first Nikon DSLR that I could try out. I was so excited the day I brought it home and tried to wait patiently until we could go in search of a memory card for it. A month passed and every attempt to find the memory card for this camera was thwarted. In Italy it had become obsolete.
The day of my birthday I finally followed up on my intention to ask a friend in Canada to hunt down the accessories I would need if I purchased this camera; the card, a back up battery, and a card reader. She responded quickly with "going camera shopping next week so I will look and see what I find, which makes me wonder if you would be interested in my DSLR camera?" She attached a photo to which I replied something to the effect of, "Gorgeous camera and lenses, but clearly out of my price range!" to which she replied, "Not to buy, silly! To have."
We then texted frantically back and forth for quite awhile as she told me how just the day before she had been looking at the camera bag on the shelf and asking herself what she should do about it, as she just never used it. What she really wanted was a smaller, simpler point and shoot easy to whip out and carry about. After asking herself if she should try to sell it she quickly shelved that thought and was more drawn to finding a home for it with someone that would use and appreciate it and be blessed by it. She's totally that kind of woman.
This camera is so far beyond my wildest dreams, one of the lenses alone is worth more than any camera I have ever owned. The first thing that popped in my head, that eve of my birthday was "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights who does not change like shifting shadows." No, He does not change. He is constant. His extravagant love has always been and will always be vast beyond measure. And that night I felt the warmth of that love- light touch me as I pictured His gaze, maybe even His twinkly eyed wink, as He smiled down on me and blessed me with His very personal and perfect birthday blessing.
On this birthday, in this season of my life, He is indeed continuing to reveal to me daily the extent to which He is delighted to go to make His intensely personal and tender love for me known. His love amazes me. His extravagant grace silences me. I can do nothing but with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, pick up my rough little stone and lay it on the altar of my remembering as my heart swells to bursting with an overwhelming consciousness of how small I am, and how great He is.
My camera has been on its last legs for some time now. As various settings began to fail on it I found new tricks and settings that allowed me to continue to use it until it breathed its last. As I realized we were nearing the end I started to search around for a used camera to replace it. Photography has become the one pastime I am able to take great joy in during this particular chapter of my life, pairing it with the special family day outings we plan twice a month and sharing the comings and goings of our life. I have always loved it, but now especially, it is the one simple artsy thing I can take great joy in as it touches my love for my surroundings and appreciation of all things beautiful.
I have always had pretty cheap and simple cameras. This time I really hoped to graduate up to an entry level DSLR with a wide angle and a larger zoom lens. Knowing how photographers love to upgrade I was pretty sure I could find an older used model that was in my price range.
My "in search of" posts on various local buy and sell sites resulted in one reply, but that camera was about $200 over my budget. After a while a new friend from church told me she had her first Nikon DSLR that I could try out. I was so excited the day I brought it home and tried to wait patiently until we could go in search of a memory card for it. A month passed and every attempt to find the memory card for this camera was thwarted. In Italy it had become obsolete.
The day of my birthday I finally followed up on my intention to ask a friend in Canada to hunt down the accessories I would need if I purchased this camera; the card, a back up battery, and a card reader. She responded quickly with "going camera shopping next week so I will look and see what I find, which makes me wonder if you would be interested in my DSLR camera?" She attached a photo to which I replied something to the effect of, "Gorgeous camera and lenses, but clearly out of my price range!" to which she replied, "Not to buy, silly! To have."
We then texted frantically back and forth for quite awhile as she told me how just the day before she had been looking at the camera bag on the shelf and asking herself what she should do about it, as she just never used it. What she really wanted was a smaller, simpler point and shoot easy to whip out and carry about. After asking herself if she should try to sell it she quickly shelved that thought and was more drawn to finding a home for it with someone that would use and appreciate it and be blessed by it. She's totally that kind of woman.
This camera is so far beyond my wildest dreams, one of the lenses alone is worth more than any camera I have ever owned. The first thing that popped in my head, that eve of my birthday was "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights who does not change like shifting shadows." No, He does not change. He is constant. His extravagant love has always been and will always be vast beyond measure. And that night I felt the warmth of that love- light touch me as I pictured His gaze, maybe even His twinkly eyed wink, as He smiled down on me and blessed me with His very personal and perfect birthday blessing.
Friday, October 2, 2015
An Incredible, Wonderful, So Good, Very Great Day
Wednesday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. When we arrived in the country we were not able to register a vehicle in our name because we didn't yet have official residency papers. So we bought, registered, and insured our vehicle in Nonna's name, which is funny when you think of it because she doesn't even have a driver's license. Strangely, that was not a problem. What it was, was expensive. We had to pay 960 euros for 6 months insurance.
Since our insurance was up for renewal Pietro went to work to transfer the title of the van to his name first so that he could start to rebuild his safe driving record for insurance discount. It took a few days to do that, as with everything here, and I don't just mean a few days of waiting. I mean a few days of coming and going from the office 3 times a day and back to back phone calls in between. Oh, and I should mention, the people at this office said this transfer and the 550 euro bill to do it would have been unnecessary if the other office would have put Pietro's name on the registration together with his mom's. Something noone told us was possible at the time.
Anyway... property transfer in hand Pietro went to renew the insurance only to be told that they could not insure a vehicle that was registered in his name because he does not carry a valid Italian driver's license. Seriously? Apparently. And now? Now we continued to pray that God would put someone in our path who had the power and the patience to help us get through all the beuracracy and find a solution.
And then today happened. Yesterday we had found a local insurance broker who took on our case and believed he could get our driver's abstract from Canada recognized by one particular company. Indeed, he did manage that, and it ended up bumping Pietro down from a class 16 to a class 9. This saved us about 800 euros a year on insurance. Today he called back and informed us that he was able to do even more. He was able to internally classify Pietro as a class 1 for insurance purposes even though he doesn't hold a valid Italian driver's license. Essentially because it was the last class he held, and it was never penalized or revoked or something like that... we don't know and we don't care we are just SUPER excited that our insurance just dropped from 960 euros for six months to 650 euros for an entire year!
Today Pietro also went to register for autoscuola. These are the classes that you must take in order to have a remote chance of passing your written and driving exams for your license. They cost about 700 euros and take a couple of months. Since the autoscuola in Lesina has not been helpful or dependable Pietro decided to go to San Severo, about a half hour from us. The staff there were SO friendly and helpful and showed such favor for Pietro's case that he came home incredibly relieved. They listened to his whole story, said they had faced cases like this in the past and they were going to do everything in their power to renew his license without him having to retake the exam. For free.
So, yes. It's been an incredible, wonderful, so good, very great day.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Thanks, God
We arrived in Italy in March. In April our missions agency invited us to attend a special Re-quip conference in Ontario in October, in honor of their 75th anniversary. We didn't even really read the details of the conference because, well, we were fresh on the field and had no intentions of going home only 7 months into our first term.
In May we had a visit from our agency director Phil and his wife Marilyn. They strongly encouraged us to consider coming to the conference but again, we just didn't feel the timing was right, we couldn't imagine leaving the kids in Italy, the cost of the trip wasn't in our budget, we wanted to be engaging locally rather than travelling internationally, etc, etc. We didn't even bring it up for discussion with our sending church ministry team for these reasons.
But for some reason back in August, after receiving another email about this conference and the topics they were covering (some amazing seminars that will be so empowering for us) we started to feel like we should prayerfully consider the possibility of attending. Shortly after we started praying about it, friends and ministry partners told us to look into flight details and keep them informed.
After researching flights and discussing the opportunity with our church leadership team they encouraged us to attend the conference. As we researched flights and looked at the expense of flying to Canada for three days, we saw that for $200.00 more per ticket we could have a multi city itenerary with a home visit to debrief with our team. This added an immense value to the trip as our first six months in the field had been an intense time of observation and seeking to discern our direction for the coming year and it is really hard to communicate a lot of the dynamics of our experience via a monthly ministry report.
As we researched the few flight options we had to route through Saskatoon either prior to or after our conference we discovered a flight that let us add Saskatoon to our itinerary at no extra cost to our Rome/Toronto return tickets. And within hours our friends had booked the flights for us with airmiles. Our 3 day trip had been extended to an 8 day trip with a home visit to boot.
In the weeks following our decision to attend the conference things started to move like lightning for us on this end. Our prayers for the right opportunity in the right location with the right ministry team and the right dynamics for our family started to be answered like popcorn in flight. If there was ever a time we need to sit down in person with our team and debrief on our journey to this point and the crossroad we find ourselves at, it is right here, right now. Our Divine Day Planner of course knew all this and had us being exactly where we needed to be when we most needed to be there.
As an extra special love token we realized a few weeks ago that the dates our tickets had us stopping over in Waldheim were none other than Thanksgiving weekend. This of course does not show up on our Italian calendars and was not on our radar at all. Not only do we get to have an in person debrief and ministry planning meeting with our team, but we get to celebrate a Canadian holiday on Canadian soil, during Canadian fall with our Canadian peeps.
Thanks, God.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Precious Tears
"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." Psalm 56:8
Oh Lord my God! You are tender and merciful, loving and kind. Your care for us is beyond measure and as the Psalmist wrote, truly, "what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them??" But You choose to reach down and love on us in ways that are beyond fathoming.
Yesterday Pietro preached in a neighbouring church and part of his message was about how God has made us for intimacy not only with Him, but with each other. I fought back tears as he spoke, missing all those intimate relationships God had gifted us in the past and silently continuing to pray with a great ache in my heart for God to bring my girls just one close friend.
It's not a new prayer. My mama's heart prayed the same persevering prayer for over a year when we moved to Waldheim. God did not disappoint. And now we persevere in prayer believing that He will bring new friends, not to replace, but to replenish the needs of OUR family in this time. My heart has been especially burdened specifically for Shailey over the past few months as she gave up a life that was really at "the sweet spot" for her, and I picture it like after having experienced Lindt chocolate, you now find yourself looking for a cacao tree... and wondering how and if and when you find one, whether the mere existence of cacao will ever, ever equate to the Lindt you have known and loved.
I may spend my days singing "I need You, oh I need You, every hour I need You..." (and I do) but my biggest need has been for my daughter to know and feel and believe that God cares about her sorrow and that while yes, He wants to BE her every need, He also wants to PROVIDE for her every need. And the need for intimacy with someone with skin on is a need that HE put in us. He desires us to love one another with brotherly love and to support and encourage one another as we follow Jesus together.
Oh Lord my God! You are tender and merciful, loving and kind. Your care for us is beyond measure and as the Psalmist wrote, truly, "what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them??" But You choose to reach down and love on us in ways that are beyond fathoming.
Yesterday Pietro preached in a neighbouring church and part of his message was about how God has made us for intimacy not only with Him, but with each other. I fought back tears as he spoke, missing all those intimate relationships God had gifted us in the past and silently continuing to pray with a great ache in my heart for God to bring my girls just one close friend.
It's not a new prayer. My mama's heart prayed the same persevering prayer for over a year when we moved to Waldheim. God did not disappoint. And now we persevere in prayer believing that He will bring new friends, not to replace, but to replenish the needs of OUR family in this time. My heart has been especially burdened specifically for Shailey over the past few months as she gave up a life that was really at "the sweet spot" for her, and I picture it like after having experienced Lindt chocolate, you now find yourself looking for a cacao tree... and wondering how and if and when you find one, whether the mere existence of cacao will ever, ever equate to the Lindt you have known and loved.
I may spend my days singing "I need You, oh I need You, every hour I need You..." (and I do) but my biggest need has been for my daughter to know and feel and believe that God cares about her sorrow and that while yes, He wants to BE her every need, He also wants to PROVIDE for her every need. And the need for intimacy with someone with skin on is a need that HE put in us. He desires us to love one another with brotherly love and to support and encourage one another as we follow Jesus together.
And so some days ago I asked others to pray also for this void in my daughter's life. That if God would see fit to bring alongside her a friend and some opportunities to pursue something outside of school and italian lessons to give her new hope and purpose. And yesterday, as Pietro preached on relationships I prayed it again.
Seated in the pew in front of us was a family with three girls, two in their teens. After the service we were able to meet them, they are missionaries with New Tribes Mission and live about half hour from us. We spent the whole day with them, and I kept choking back tears, but not tears of sorrow. Tears of joy. Not only are these two teenage girls just the sweetest, most beautiful, precious girls (they speak english too!!) but as grown ups and missionaries we found true friendship and true connection. We left our home with heavy hearts and came home on cloud 9.
Shailey left this morning to spend a week in an evangelistic outreach in a nearby town together with her new friend Anna. Just like that. As I kissed her goodbye and closed the door behind her this morning, tears fell like rain. Thankful tears. Hopeful tears. Precious tears.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
For Real. Two Stones, Two Stories.
We booked our flights yesterday. The range of emotions this involved defies explanation. Awe, excitement, fear to name a few, and not necessarily in that order. This is real. We are moving to Italy on March 17th. No turning back. When we got the green light to book our flights from our leadership team and the Evangelism and Missions Team at our church my heart started to beat out of control in my chest and the wind was pretty much sucked right out of my lungs; like standing at the gaping exit of a plane at forty thousand feet, catapulting along, time to jump.
The need for trust just sky rocketed to a new level of challenge. As much as it feels we have needed to trust until now, it has been toddler's play compared to the depth of trust these next stages of obedience are going to require of us. And yet, with the challenge, comes the awe of getting to experience the beyond fathomable faithfulness and extravagant blessedness of being children led and cared for by the King. Today I get to add two new stones, weighty and wonderful, to my altar of praise.
If you have spoken to us at all along this journey you will know the struggle that support raising has been for us. Not in the sense of dreading it, but in the sense of struggling to have clear conviction, discernment and clarity on the specific approach God has wanted us to take. There are various philosophies of support raising, no right or wrong, and the whole time we have been weighing each and trying, trying, trying to hear from God on which approach He wanted us to take. The one most common is to make a list of every person you know, arrange one on one meetings with them, share your call and invite them to partner with you. The other extreme side of the spectrum is to commit your needs to the Lord, continue to walk in obedience and commit to trust that HE will invite people to be part. It still requires sharing your call, but not for the purpose of solicitation. If any of you know the biography of George Mueller, he is the poster missionary for this approach.
For months we prayed, discussed, sought God's clarity and HIS will for our attitude and role towards support raising. While we did do the work of booking missions spotlight presentations in about 12 different churches, we did not have peace about "making the list" of every person we've ever met and sitting down with them to invite them to partner. But we also struggled almost daily with what we should do as for months our support hovered at about the $1,700 a month level (and that in theory since the $1,100 monthly support our church is providing for us out of their general budget will not actually begin until we are on the field).
Still, every time we would contemplate more aggressively inviting people to partner with us we just didn't have peace about forcing it. With TRUST being the word God has challenged me to take on for my growth word of 2015, and Pietro confirming it, we just didn't see how "managing" things to that extreme was not trusting in our own power to create a desirable outcome. So for long months, we waited and sought a clear voice from the Lord, saying "this way" or "that way" but to no avail.
Finally one morning about a month ago, our church visits now winding to a close and it being time to seriously evaluate how we were going to get to the next marker in this journey, that being full support of $5,500 a month when we were only at just over $1,500 it was time to get serious with God. I woke up one morning really early, which is unnatural for me, with the conviction in my heart that I was to lay a Gideon fleece before God and that He desired to answer directly. So I did. About a week before I had sent out 5 pilot letters, personal letters to the first 5 people in our inbox, in the traditional missionary style of connecting (each letter was personal, not a form letter) and inviting them to prayerfully consider partnering with us. The fleece was that if God wanted us to make a list and sit down with all our contacts one of those people would contact us that day saying they wanted to support us. If God wanted us to continue TRUSTING and WAITING on Him to do the work of raising up financial partners for us that we would be contacted by someone that same day who was NOT on the list of people I had personally contacted.
Not two hours had passed before I received a text from someone not on the list, expressing their decision to support us financially. When I shared with Pietro we both had absolute peace and a spiritual thrill of confirmation that God was saying "I've got this. I know this seems like a huge stretch for you, to be able to go from $1,700 a month to $5,500 a month, but for Me this is tiddlywinks. Watch and see." And from that point, the calendar I kept with little cliff notes of provision and support had a new name added to its boxes daily, sometimes multiple names, and our support base doubled in less than a month.
Once our support was within $500 a month of our "essentially needed to survive" level (we will start out living with Pietro's mom which allows us to cut $1,500 a month expenses from our budget for the first term as we can start out without rent and utility expenses) we knew it was time to start planning the big leap of faith. The booking of our flights. Essentially this was a vote of confidence in God that He who has begun a good work will be faithful to complete it and to say "God, we trust that in 5 weeks time, you will have provided for our essential needs enough for us to step into the river and trust the water will part. So yesterday we waded in with hearts in our throats. The story of how God provided for our flights is a second stone that literally seems to hum with a supernatural charge in my hand.
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To decide what flight itinerary was going to be practical and feasible for our family was a roller coaster of considerations. At first we had two criteria. One layover, one airline. It seemed sensible for our family of 8 with 16 pieces of luggage to want to have the least amount of time transferring through various airports and worrying about our luggage making it from one carrier to another without complication. We did find an amazing flight, for an amazing price, that flew out of Calgary to Heathrow, and then to Rome, the downsides being 1. the 6 plus hour drive to Calgary on this end, and 2. the 10 pm arrival in Rome, which was still 2.5 hours drive from Florence and would require us to rent a vehicle and find accommodation for night at a huge expense. The plus side was that all eight of us could fly for $4,500 which was less than HALF of the price we hoped and prayed and expected to get.
But after much consideration we decided that it was better to get an extra layover and be able to fly straight out of Saskatoon, and straight into Florence. While it raised the price to $5,700 and the itenerary time from 15-21 hours the convenience of a 1:50 pm arrival time in our actual destination city won out. So we bit the bullet and reserved seats on that flight. Meanwhile, supporters of ours told us that they would be willing to look into covering some of our travel expenses by airmiles if they could work it out to get a credit issued from their provider and transfer it to our missions travel agency reservation. They prayed before calling in that God would give them favor with an agent who would agree to issue them a credit, which is something they usually resist doing because they want to book and pay for the flight in house.
While on the phone the agent at first could not locate the third connection of our itinerary and that seemed a good thing, because if she couldn't find it she couldn't book it and would be more inclined to issue a credit. But after searching another data base she found it and for a moment it looked like there might be a challenge, but literally as she was looking at it "poof" it disappeared from her screen and was not on the database anymore! She promptly agreed to issue the credit, our supporters called our agency and were able to apply airmiles to cover 100% of our flights. This is the extravagant grace and provision of God and His people. This is one of those things that reminds us that we are his kids, and He's got our tab. This is one of those things that causes me to stop dead in my tracks, grope around in the grass and come up with a stone for the altar to commemorate His greatness along the road.
Of course we have never "arrived" when it comes to trusting. It's not a one time thing you GET and have forever. It's a daily invitation to believe that the God who has invited, the God who has provided, will continue to be faithful and true. Pietro's devotional reading from this morning gave us goosebumps. "Your path is difficult. Difficult for you both. There is no work in life so hard as waiting, and yet I say "Wait." Wait until I show you My will. It is proof of My love and My certainty of your true discipleship that I give you hard tasks. Again I say wait. All motion is more easy than calm waiting. So many of my followers have marred their work and hindered the progress of My kingdom by activity. Wait. I will not over try your spiritual strength. You are both like two persons, helpless on a raft in mid ocean. But, look! There comes toward you One walking on the waters. When He comes and you receive Him it will be with you as it was with my disciples when I was on the earth, that straightaway you will be at the place where you would be. All your toil in rowing and all your activity could not have accomplished the journey so soon. Oh wait, and trust. Wait and do not be afraid."
The need for trust just sky rocketed to a new level of challenge. As much as it feels we have needed to trust until now, it has been toddler's play compared to the depth of trust these next stages of obedience are going to require of us. And yet, with the challenge, comes the awe of getting to experience the beyond fathomable faithfulness and extravagant blessedness of being children led and cared for by the King. Today I get to add two new stones, weighty and wonderful, to my altar of praise.
If you have spoken to us at all along this journey you will know the struggle that support raising has been for us. Not in the sense of dreading it, but in the sense of struggling to have clear conviction, discernment and clarity on the specific approach God has wanted us to take. There are various philosophies of support raising, no right or wrong, and the whole time we have been weighing each and trying, trying, trying to hear from God on which approach He wanted us to take. The one most common is to make a list of every person you know, arrange one on one meetings with them, share your call and invite them to partner with you. The other extreme side of the spectrum is to commit your needs to the Lord, continue to walk in obedience and commit to trust that HE will invite people to be part. It still requires sharing your call, but not for the purpose of solicitation. If any of you know the biography of George Mueller, he is the poster missionary for this approach.
For months we prayed, discussed, sought God's clarity and HIS will for our attitude and role towards support raising. While we did do the work of booking missions spotlight presentations in about 12 different churches, we did not have peace about "making the list" of every person we've ever met and sitting down with them to invite them to partner. But we also struggled almost daily with what we should do as for months our support hovered at about the $1,700 a month level (and that in theory since the $1,100 monthly support our church is providing for us out of their general budget will not actually begin until we are on the field).
Still, every time we would contemplate more aggressively inviting people to partner with us we just didn't have peace about forcing it. With TRUST being the word God has challenged me to take on for my growth word of 2015, and Pietro confirming it, we just didn't see how "managing" things to that extreme was not trusting in our own power to create a desirable outcome. So for long months, we waited and sought a clear voice from the Lord, saying "this way" or "that way" but to no avail.
Finally one morning about a month ago, our church visits now winding to a close and it being time to seriously evaluate how we were going to get to the next marker in this journey, that being full support of $5,500 a month when we were only at just over $1,500 it was time to get serious with God. I woke up one morning really early, which is unnatural for me, with the conviction in my heart that I was to lay a Gideon fleece before God and that He desired to answer directly. So I did. About a week before I had sent out 5 pilot letters, personal letters to the first 5 people in our inbox, in the traditional missionary style of connecting (each letter was personal, not a form letter) and inviting them to prayerfully consider partnering with us. The fleece was that if God wanted us to make a list and sit down with all our contacts one of those people would contact us that day saying they wanted to support us. If God wanted us to continue TRUSTING and WAITING on Him to do the work of raising up financial partners for us that we would be contacted by someone that same day who was NOT on the list of people I had personally contacted.
Not two hours had passed before I received a text from someone not on the list, expressing their decision to support us financially. When I shared with Pietro we both had absolute peace and a spiritual thrill of confirmation that God was saying "I've got this. I know this seems like a huge stretch for you, to be able to go from $1,700 a month to $5,500 a month, but for Me this is tiddlywinks. Watch and see." And from that point, the calendar I kept with little cliff notes of provision and support had a new name added to its boxes daily, sometimes multiple names, and our support base doubled in less than a month.
Once our support was within $500 a month of our "essentially needed to survive" level (we will start out living with Pietro's mom which allows us to cut $1,500 a month expenses from our budget for the first term as we can start out without rent and utility expenses) we knew it was time to start planning the big leap of faith. The booking of our flights. Essentially this was a vote of confidence in God that He who has begun a good work will be faithful to complete it and to say "God, we trust that in 5 weeks time, you will have provided for our essential needs enough for us to step into the river and trust the water will part. So yesterday we waded in with hearts in our throats. The story of how God provided for our flights is a second stone that literally seems to hum with a supernatural charge in my hand.
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To decide what flight itinerary was going to be practical and feasible for our family was a roller coaster of considerations. At first we had two criteria. One layover, one airline. It seemed sensible for our family of 8 with 16 pieces of luggage to want to have the least amount of time transferring through various airports and worrying about our luggage making it from one carrier to another without complication. We did find an amazing flight, for an amazing price, that flew out of Calgary to Heathrow, and then to Rome, the downsides being 1. the 6 plus hour drive to Calgary on this end, and 2. the 10 pm arrival in Rome, which was still 2.5 hours drive from Florence and would require us to rent a vehicle and find accommodation for night at a huge expense. The plus side was that all eight of us could fly for $4,500 which was less than HALF of the price we hoped and prayed and expected to get.
But after much consideration we decided that it was better to get an extra layover and be able to fly straight out of Saskatoon, and straight into Florence. While it raised the price to $5,700 and the itenerary time from 15-21 hours the convenience of a 1:50 pm arrival time in our actual destination city won out. So we bit the bullet and reserved seats on that flight. Meanwhile, supporters of ours told us that they would be willing to look into covering some of our travel expenses by airmiles if they could work it out to get a credit issued from their provider and transfer it to our missions travel agency reservation. They prayed before calling in that God would give them favor with an agent who would agree to issue them a credit, which is something they usually resist doing because they want to book and pay for the flight in house.
While on the phone the agent at first could not locate the third connection of our itinerary and that seemed a good thing, because if she couldn't find it she couldn't book it and would be more inclined to issue a credit. But after searching another data base she found it and for a moment it looked like there might be a challenge, but literally as she was looking at it "poof" it disappeared from her screen and was not on the database anymore! She promptly agreed to issue the credit, our supporters called our agency and were able to apply airmiles to cover 100% of our flights. This is the extravagant grace and provision of God and His people. This is one of those things that reminds us that we are his kids, and He's got our tab. This is one of those things that causes me to stop dead in my tracks, grope around in the grass and come up with a stone for the altar to commemorate His greatness along the road.
Of course we have never "arrived" when it comes to trusting. It's not a one time thing you GET and have forever. It's a daily invitation to believe that the God who has invited, the God who has provided, will continue to be faithful and true. Pietro's devotional reading from this morning gave us goosebumps. "Your path is difficult. Difficult for you both. There is no work in life so hard as waiting, and yet I say "Wait." Wait until I show you My will. It is proof of My love and My certainty of your true discipleship that I give you hard tasks. Again I say wait. All motion is more easy than calm waiting. So many of my followers have marred their work and hindered the progress of My kingdom by activity. Wait. I will not over try your spiritual strength. You are both like two persons, helpless on a raft in mid ocean. But, look! There comes toward you One walking on the waters. When He comes and you receive Him it will be with you as it was with my disciples when I was on the earth, that straightaway you will be at the place where you would be. All your toil in rowing and all your activity could not have accomplished the journey so soon. Oh wait, and trust. Wait and do not be afraid."
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Rivendell
"And (Elrond) preserved... the memory of all that had been fair; and the house of Elrond was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, and a treasury of good council and wise lore." The Silmarillion
"His house was perfect whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come to that valley." The Hobbit
"A little sleep does a great cure in the house of Elrond." Bilbo, The Hobbit
"Weariness fell from him soon in that house, and he had many a merry jest and dance, early and late, with the elves of the valley." The Hobbit
"I will make for Rivendell..." He spoke lightly, but his heart was moved suddenly with a desire to see the house of Elrond Halfelven, and breathe the air of that deep valley where many of the Fair Folk still dwelt in peace." The Fellowship of the Ring
"This is the Hall of Fire... here you will hear many songs and tales- if you can keep awake. Except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, and people come here who wish for peace, and thought. There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light." Gandalf- The Fellowship of the Ring
"Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is. A remarkable place altogether." Bilbo- The Fellowship of the Ring
"For awhile the hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead; but such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety were lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present." The Fellowship of the Ring
Blessed season of rest and rejoicing. Blessed home of peace and pleasure. Blessed month of Advent, we embrace you.
"His house was perfect whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come to that valley." The Hobbit
"A little sleep does a great cure in the house of Elrond." Bilbo, The Hobbit
"Weariness fell from him soon in that house, and he had many a merry jest and dance, early and late, with the elves of the valley." The Hobbit
"I will make for Rivendell..." He spoke lightly, but his heart was moved suddenly with a desire to see the house of Elrond Halfelven, and breathe the air of that deep valley where many of the Fair Folk still dwelt in peace." The Fellowship of the Ring
"This is the Hall of Fire... here you will hear many songs and tales- if you can keep awake. Except on high days it usually stands empty and quiet, and people come here who wish for peace, and thought. There is always a fire here, all the year round, but there is little other light." Gandalf- The Fellowship of the Ring
"Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is. A remarkable place altogether." Bilbo- The Fellowship of the Ring
"For awhile the hobbits continued to talk and think of the past journey and of the perils that lay ahead; but such was the virtue of the land of Rivendell that soon all fear and anxiety were lifted from their minds. The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present." The Fellowship of the Ring
Blessed season of rest and rejoicing. Blessed home of peace and pleasure. Blessed month of Advent, we embrace you.
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