Remembrance Day.

michelle's musings

Day 10. Poppies on the Somme

Many of us hold memories of family members involved in war. Stories of loss, pain, stories in the eyes of loved ones that were never told, then for us in more recent years, a lovely friend.

My Great Grandad Bert died from wounds in Flanders, Great Grandad Charlie, I remember him as the gentlest soul, held medals of bravery from WW1. Great Uncle Cyril, a remarkable character as any of my friends who met him will remember…he was in Italy. My Grandad Bill was posted in the Sahara on tank recovery, I miss my Grandad.

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And in Upton on Severn my Great Uncle John Herman is remembered.

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The red-flowered corn poppy became the symbol of wartime remembrance for the First World War – being immortalised by John McCrae, the Canadian Surgeon and Soldier, in his famous poem of 1915  “In Flanders Fields”.

Nature…

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Spring it on.

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For friends and family and those in between otherwise known as framily. For those who we have failed to communicate with lately, let’s have a quick catch up on all things Collins.

Josiah is looking forward to the being outside as much as possible as the nights get lighter although he will miss his Dr. Who nights with Phil.

He is also looking forward to joining a new Parkour class this spring. Of course, you already know that Parkour is ‘the activity or sport of moving rapidly through an area, typically in an urban environment, negotiating obstacles by running, jumping, and climbing’.

Bella took to the stage this week in the school play Pinocchio. She enjoyed every moment! She is still dancing and of course smiling.

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Jessica and Emily are heading down to LA today to take part in various outreach activities on Skid Row, Venice Beach and with Metro Kidz. Pray for 120 of our youth as they drive down to LA. That they will know travelling mercies and be a God given blessing to those they meet. Love their heart to serve.

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Phil is loving leading church and preaching up a storm whilst dreaming of hiking enduring paths on various continents.

You probably know we applied for Permanent Residence last year. Not the best timing as they overhauled the system in January and we have to go through a number of steps to be ‘invited to apply’. These are all underway. One of the steps is for me to sit a 3-hour English test at the end of March (Phil already sat his) and also re-advertising Phil’s job to adhere to the new requirements. Many have said ‘but you’ve been here for 5 years – surely that counts for something’. True! But the new system requires us to prove that the Englishman is the right one for the job. We confirmed this with our MP who attends our church who just happened to be sitting with the Immigration Minister in Parliament. We like to get the facts from the top.

And me…

I have just started a new module for my writing course. The last module took far too long over the last year, 2014 a distant memory. Kinda…I am so excited about this module as it is my favourite writing subject ‘Life Writing’ so be prepared for my non-fiction to take on new a new level of creativity.

I am walking everyday, clocking up those 10,000 steps on the fitbit. Phil and I take every Monday to find a new mountain to climb or trail to run. Much ground is covered in every way miles and miles of praying…walking…talking. A healthy time for us in marriage, for our family and ministry. A friend commented on how fortunate we are to have that time together. It’s true, and like everybody else, we have a huge to do list. (Especially in our home – goodness). But at the top is the list is this intentional time.

And I get to snap great pics.

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And I got new trail runners 😉

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As the twins head off to LA, the remaining Collins 4 are going on a road trip down the Oregon Coast for Spring Break. Cannon Beach first then we see where the wind blows…

That’s all for now, thanks for reading and staying in touch.

Love and Prayers,

Michelle xo

This one is for you

Now to the God who can do so many awe-inspiring things, immeasurable things, things greater than we ever could ask or imagine through the power at work in us. Ephesians 3:20

Can you imagine living this?

Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you’re on their side, working with them and not against them…Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life. Philippians 4:4

Loving our God-Created-Selves

 

Hi all,

It’s snowing!!

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I was chatting with my friend across the pond about how easy it is to care for others, our neighbour, those around our world – yet so often we fail to love ourselves.

Which got me thinking.

One of the reasons of our burn out is lack of self-care. In my last post I wrote about the way that God wants to restore our soul. Many of you were encouraged by this saying  ‘yes – I want restoration too!’ We know that God wants to restore – but how?

Psalm 37:37 encourages us to ‘Keep your eye on the healthy soul, scrutinize the straight life; There’s a future in strenuous wholeness’

Keep our eye on the soul. Care for its health. Wholeness is not a given.

It’s an effort, a daily choice…

 

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If you Google self-care there are lists upon lists of suggestions on how to care for yourself. Obvious and not so… here’s a few (some are mine ;))

Walk in the rain/Feel the sunshine on your face/Dance in the kitchen/Send someone an encouraging message/Find beauty in the ‘hood/Journal toxic thoughts/Bubble bath/Write a poem/Light candles/Talk to a loved one with phones off/Take a nap/Get a pedicure/Go on a road trip/Look through old pictures/Begin a gratitude list/Listen to Jazz/Go to bed early/Appreciate the sunrise and sunset/Stop and look at clouds/Listen to an audiobook/Go on a thrift shop tour/Declutter/Let kids go into school late/Screen calls/Be silent/Weekly date with your love/Be.

Now this list is all very lovely and I’m sure I’ll just go ahead a check them off anyway. But there is so much more to this, and as I spend time with those for whom the list appears to be a lifetime away. Where the only self-care on their list is to eat daily, and to find warmth and shelter – I need to go deeper.

Back to ‘Love your neighbour as yourself’

As yourself. Ouch.

But there are so many neighbours we need to care for. There are family we need to invest every minute into. Then there are homeless and they’re hungry. Then there’s…. You have your own stories.

So often in all of our caring we fail to care for ourselves, ultimately depriving the very people we are pouring into. Our limits are reached and we hit.that.wall.

Self-care is not selfish.

Self-compassion is not self-indulgence.

How is it we treat others with ultimate compassion yet fail to treat ourselves the same way?

Lets back track on the verse.

Before ‘Love your neighbour as yourself’ Jesus says ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ Matt. 22:37-38

We are made in His image. When we love God with all of our heart, soul and mind we begin to see the His image in us. In giving us this command, Jesus assumed that if we love God with our all – loving ourselves would not be an issue.

So in answer to the question ‘How can we find soul restoration? How can we care for your soul?

Let us see a new love for ourselves as we see the image of our Creator in us – when caring for ourselves becomes normal.

‘Self-care flows from loving our God-created-selves

which flows from loving God with our whole being’

 

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Lord, you make truth clear and so often we complicate it,

I pray that all reading this will know a revelation of your love,

We all need a revelation of your love.

Heal our heart, mind, body, soul.

Help us to see your image in us,

Help us to love and care for ourselves.

And in doing so

We will love others well.

Amen.

 

Psalm 103

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal

With all that is in me—body, emotions, mind, and will—every part of who I am—

Praise His holy name.

O my soul, come, praise the Eternal;

sing a song from a grateful heart;

sing and never forget all the good He has done.

Despite all your many offenses, He forgives and releases you.

More than any doctor, He heals your diseases.

He reaches deep into the pit to deliver you from death.

He crowns you with unfailing love and compassion like a king.

When your soul is famished and withering,

He fills you with good and beautiful things, satisfying you as long as you live.

He makes you strong like an eagle, restoring your youth.

 Love, Michelle xo

 

SerMonday: Stormy thoughts.

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SerMonday: My take on the weekend message at WillowParkChurch.

From our new series #DiscoverJESUS.

Immediately he made the disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds.  And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone,  but the boat by this time was a long way from the land, beaten by the waves, for the wind was against them.” Matthew 14:22-24

Jesus is seeking time alone with God, sending disciples ahead of him and dismissing the crowd so that he can be alone and pray.  Jesus dismissed them, ‘sent them away’. He is preparing himself for the increasing intensity of the ministry to come.

Meanwhile, the disciples are having their faith challenged in Christ’s absence.

The word used of the disciples beaten, ‘buffeted’ by the storm is the same word used in these two verses, a word that can refer to torment and demonic hostility.

“Lord,” he said, “my servant lies at home paralyzed, suffering terribly.” Matt 8:

“They were not allowed to kill them but only to torture them for five months. And the agony they suffered was like that of the sting of a scorpion when it strikes. ” Revelation 9:5

Two story lines are merging; While Christ is praying on the hill tops the disciples are being tormented by the storm.

We all know what happens next? Jesus came to the disciples walking on the water. How have you imagined that stormy water.

What did Jesus say to the terrified disciples? ‘Take heart, or take courage. It is I. Do not be afraid’

Matthew 14:28-31 “And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt? And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.  And those in the boat worshiped him,  saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”

My thoughts from this familiar story.

Jesus dismissed the crowd. Seriously, if Jesus had to do it. So do we. Our crowd is not the same, of course, but there’s so much that crowds our life and distracts us from spending time with God. This isn’t an encouragement to switch off the TV or unplug social media – not that alone.

Are we frequently finding and protecting time to be with God?

Jesus did.

The image of the storm representing torment, or the sting of scorpion. This was powerful. I sit with church family who are right in the middle of the storm. I don’t have to list these storms. You know your own.

Jesus says today ‘Take courage. It is I, do not be afraid’. 

Storms are a part of life, I’m not going to say that by having faith and inviting Jesus into our storm that we always experience an immediate, physical still. I do believe when you invite Jesus, who is Peace, into your storm, that He gives you an indescribable inner peace and gives you the courage to face it.

And one day. It will stop.

My final thought. In August we went to Green Bay where Phil spoke at family camp for a week. We were invited to join a group on a ‘romantic, scenic’ boat trip around Kelowna. Taking in the sights and watching the sunset. About 10 minutes into the experience, the weather turned and we watched a grey, menacing storm roll in over Rutland.

Soon enough our romantic evening changed as Okanagan lake waves made their way to my romantically inspired hair and non waterproof make up.

We watched the storm unfold over our city and knew lives would be affected.

As it settled, I saw this from the boat…

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Often, when we are in the midst of it, we can’t see a way out, desperate to believe the promises, to hear God, we are thrown around, struggling to find a glimpse of hope.

It is then, that we need our community, our church family to step in and to see the promise for us. I have seen this repeatedly over the years of church life.

Life storms are often unbearable. Find yourself some rainbow chasers if you’re in one.

Love, Michelle xoxo

Groovy kind of Life.

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“It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.” C.S Lewis, Mere Christianity

A few years ago on our church weekend in Lenchwood,  I decided to show off my percussionist skills. For some reason I decided to play drums during worship.

I can’t play drums.

In particular I went for the clashing, crashing cymbal at key moments during the song.

Actually they were my key moments. Not the key moments of the song.

My friend Tim (a real drummer) gracefully encouraged step away from the kit, he took over from me – and the congregation breathed a sigh of relief.

No one mentioned that moment. Thank you church.

My rhythm was right off. My rhythm declared ‘focus on me’.

Musically when we force the rhythm, it becomes out of sync and loses it’s character, its beauty.

But when you find that rhythm…

It’s what known as – being in the groove. When you find it you feel obligated to stay in it.

Now I might not be a drummer, but I am a runner, I ran 10km last week. It took me a while to find my running groove but when I did, I stayed in it.

The unforced rhythms of grace. The groove. A place we are called to live.

Our high wired life is a starting point for rhythm robbing. I read an interesting article here: He writes ‘With the onslaught of communications we all receive every day, we sometimes have to work hard to make some more spaces in our lives — and for good reason. Staying “wired in” too much increases allostatic load, a reading of stress hormones and other threat responses. We are ready with our fight or flight response — great in the past for running away from tigers, but today it creates an artificial sense of constant crisis. So we are locked in continual partial attention. Or continual partial inattention….

….So breakout! Breathe deeply. Float in the pool. Beat a drum. (I’ll stick to bongos) Fold laundry (that’ll make a change) As the 12-steppers put it, “Let go and let God.” Find those unforced rhythms of grace. Countless possibilities emerge, but the key is to do something completely different. Then the stress function is relieved and creativity emerges.’

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Josiah seems to have his summer rhythm.

I chatted with a friend today who finds herself in a place of chaos this week. Peace robbed. Joy stolen. Circumstances and life have become that cymbal crashing in her ear. Drowning out the peace she has fought for.

A familiar story those noisy cymbals.

Jesus loves to break through the din, with this…

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

I pray for your days:

of holidays and graduations.

of feeling overwhelmed.

of uncertainty and unrest.

of high wired intensity.

of floods and loss.

of your identity passing you by in a torrent.

…when the noise is just too much.

I pray that whatever you are facing that will know Jesus close.

That you will learn to keep company with Him.

That you will learn the unforced rhythms of grace.

Amen.

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 Time to get your groove on.

You are so loved.

Michelle xoxo.

Five Minute Friday

Burning Heart

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A heavy heart for many dear ones tonight. I’m weighed down by burdens.

Those who find themselves in a place of despair.

As chemical warfare parades a dark dance through the mind.

Vicious suffocation. Veiled isolation.

I cry for you in and out of your depth.

Wordless groans. Silent sighs.

Truth arrives quickly and turns this burdened heart to a burning heart.

And from this burning, incense can only rise upwards to heaven.

Reaching the golden bowls.

Swirling, filling, spilling.

A fragrant offering before God.

Those groans and sighs?

I know you experience them too.

They reach the golden bowls of heaven.

And as those bowls are filled.

After days, weeks, months, years of prayers. Of sighs. Of groans.

They finally tip, brimming.

Showering God.

That is the prayer from this burning heart tonight and tomorrow…and the next day.

For you.

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. 

Romans 8:26. 

Each had a harp and each had a bowl, a gold bowl filled with incense, the prayers of God’s holy people. 

Revelation 5:8. 

Vulnerability on Facebook.

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I recently read a Facebook post from a friend (a teacher) who’s very calling and passion had been questioned and undermined. Who had taken a hit by a fiery dart which had left her hurt, confused, floored.

So, she put a shout out on Facebook asking for some encouragement…

The fleeting thought of judgment of asking such a thing disappeared as I drew on my current focus of living in vulnerability. I soon saw the power of it. Remembering: “Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.” Brene Brown.

Here’s what she wrote for me:

‘I guess you could say that my post went viral in my own little world. I received 24 pages of encouraging comments from students, former students and parents of former and present students. Each one had a profound effect on me. They made me cry and smile. They brought back fond memories of every single student who responded. They strengthened me. Each word of encouragement was like an arrow shooting back at the enemy who was trying to discourage me. I was humbled again in a different way and somewhat embarrassed. My mother wasn’t. She said she was proud of me and the comments made her cry and smile too. She was the one who asked me to copy all the comments into a Word Document and send them to her so she could read them to my Dad who doesn’t like reading on the computer. That’s how I know there were 24 pages of encouraging comments. You know what else is significant about that number? This is my 24th year of teaching. Yes, Satan may win a few minor skirmishes, but my ultimate victory is secured in Jesus Christ! Let us never underestimate the power of encouragement!

….I greatly appreciated, and now cherish, the encouraging comments that were given to me last week. Without social media, I wouldn’t have been able to reach out in my need or received such an immediate response. There may be those who see only the “evils” in social media, but I for one have benefited in more ways than one from the positive use of social media. God can use ANYTHING for his purposes!’ Thanks Jo!

I’ve read all sorts of posts complimenting each other lately on being a round person in an edgy world. Raw edges? Shattered? Serrated?

How are you on encouragement? Being an encourager that is.

 ‘Therefore encourage one another and build each other up’                              1 Thessalonians 5:11

F.B Meyer said that if he had his life over he’d spend much more time in the ministry of encouragement.

Yes –  the ministry of encouragement. Is that you?

Healer of serration. Pouring oil on the raw.

Liar fighter. Celebrator. Defender.

Comforter. Hope giver. Creator.

You are real – you know hard stuff happens – in fact doesn’t just happen, its commonplace.

It’s not bumper sticker unreality or

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Cotton candy fluff…

They’re THE Word pinning others down as they spin, holding them up as they fall.

“Words kill; words give life.” Proverbs 18:21

If I lived like that were true – that everything I say or write can give LIFE – I…we would be so much more intentional with words.

There is someone in your life, your family, and your circle that needs a word of encouragement today. It’s more than a positive word. Its more than a pick me up. Words give life. Ask ‘Who and how do you want me to encourage today Lord’?

It could be that only you are in the position to help those you come in contact with.

Become part of Gods plan for someone else’s day…who knows, it might be formative in someone’s life, or it might just get them through the next hour.

‘The generous will prosper;
 those who refresh others will themselves be refreshed.’ Proverbs 11:25. 

Be (an) encourag(er)ed!

Love, Michelle xoxo

Promises, Promises.

Happy Mothers Day UK!

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Yes, it’s Mothers Day in the UK. I’ve decided to milk it.

‘But Mom, we live in Canada’ declare my children.

‘But I’m English’ I reply.

Then come May 12th

‘But Mom, you’re English.’

‘And I live in Canada dear children.’

I have two Mothers days – result.

Last year I loved the blog I wrote to my Mom. I re-read and thought – yes that’s a beauty, you can read it here. I don’t want to repeat that, but I would like to share a little something.

The ‘tattooed prayer warrior come party goer’ called me last week shortly after I made reference to ‘moving a mountain’ on Twitter. Now, I was referring to my ironing pile. Mom received #timetomovethatmountain as a Rhema word, lights on, bam, hollering ‘Yes Lord, Amen.’

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A lot of Mom’s life is viewed from the valley, where mountains loom. She called me immediately, armed with her promise book.  As I ironed, we prayed and lifted high the name of Jesus over our family and over the space between us, Mom reminded me ‘there’s no distance in the Spirit our Michelle’ She read promises from her book over the phone. Verse upon verse, one promise after the other,  exuding enthusiasm and faith, as my mountain of ironing slowly decreased.

Mom lives the promises of God. She sees many fulfilled. And many not. Yet.

Mom, do you remember as I went through the mediaeval torture of delivering twins naturally that you and Val (MiL) played outside of my room. Wheeling one another up and down the halls in wheelchairs, laughing, waiting and no doubt being told off.

I remember as you walked into the room, now quiet.  You looked into my eyes, you knew it had hurt, and that hurt you.

As Moms we never stop laboring. We never stop delivering.

And I know today you hurt in your heart, your first, I know. Today you will remember and cry and celebrate our Rosie.

Jesus promises us, My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.

That verse has taken us through hasn’t it Mom? Don’t get me wrong, suffering still stings, promised strength is not pain immunity. It’s not positive thinking either. It’s focusing on the One who knows. Who sees us through those battles, one breath, one prayer at a time.

Thank you for showing me how this promise life works Mom, I’m thankful my today is partly because of your faithful yesterdays – your faithful prayers of promise.

And now, I speak on behalf of my Mom to you my friends – find your promises, read them, memorize them, shout them, whisper them, sing them and cry them.

Let’s not work our problems out but allow His promises in.

Thank you again Mom for the gift of life.

You shine Mom, and it’s not just your sequins.

Love always,

Shell xx

What promise are you standing with today? What verse is your lifeline? Leave a message in comments, let us encourage one another.

Need encouragement today? Here’s a few promises for you.

Isaiah 54:13 O you afflicted one,
Tossed with tempest, and not comforted,
Behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems,
And lay your foundations with sapphires.

I will make your pinnacles of rubies,
Your gates of crystal,
And all your walls of precious stones. 

All your children shall be taught by the Lord,
And great shall be the peace of your children.

Isaiah 54:13.

‘You can’t force these things. They only come about through my Spirit’

Zechariah 4:6

‘Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.’

Matthew 11:28-30

‘No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he’ll never let you be pushed past your limit; he’ll always be there to help you come through it.

1 Corinthians 10: 13

Afraid.

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Time for a Five minute Friday? Just about.

Afraid.

I was, until more recently, when a combination of life and questioning and realizing bought me to a new place.

So, this weekend I’m heading to an Encounter God retreat. A healing retreat where for 3 days I’ll be joining over a hundred other individuals who’ve set aside time to encounter the real Jesus. At this retreat, I’m told we will focus on learning how to deal with the hurts, hang-ups and struggles that we all face on a daily basis. We will learn to recognize those things that have kept us from living life in its fullness, and will we learn how to deal with the issues that hinder our ability to live out the greater dream that God designed us for.

This retreat is part of a church renewal movement.

I want to be part of renewal.

I believe that is what God is about. Renewing. Transforming. Changing. Healing.

Renewal or revival can conjure up at whole host of images.

What comes to your mind?

Salvations, church growth, lives changed?

Hysteria, flakey, unreal, unreachable?

Laughter, bouncing, shaking, barking?

Depth, change, vision, roots?

Renewal and revival. Two words are different, yet coincide. I know that revival often leads to renewal and renewal can happen without revival.

A friend asked me recently ‘How’s revival?’

My response? Not as we know it.

I see God is doing a new, deeper work of renewal.

Leading us to dig deep into our hearts and souls.

There we will find hard soil, secrets and pains.

There we will find answers to behaviours.

There we will find God.

When Christians,  particularly when we Christian leaders humble ourselves and say.

I have not got it all together.

When we Christian leaders make ourselves vulnerable.

Intimacy results.

Vulnerability. It’s a word I’m beginning to use. It’s my way forward.

That’s what my counsellor tells me anyway…

If you have 20 minutes going spare today – check out this Ted talk 7 million other people have. The 7 million who have already listened to it thought it was 20 minutes well spent.

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Vulnerability.

In-to-me-see.

Intimacy.

Off to drive the Coquihalla, I’ll be back on Monday.

Love, Michelle xo

Five Minute Friday

An African Adventure 2.

The story of Phil, Emily and Jessica in Africa continued. (See yesterday’s post for the first installment)

    Sunday we rose with the sun and traveled through the waking city, soon we were out onto a flat valley. Driving through cultivated patches of green corn and trees I did not know the names of. We drove by many mud huts, over flowing streams and open glades. Reaching the ferry we parked and walked on as crowds of people pushed to get to shaded spots. We were heading to an island nestled offshore, an hour and a half up the coast.

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Once on the other side we followed a dust-filled track and listened to worship as it greeted us.

I preached on the Cross – the power of Christ to set us free from sin, grief, sorrow and pain.

The tin roofed sanctuary became filled with the presence of God, as if the windowless structure had welcomed Him from every direction.

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The front filled with many tears, the pains we feel in the UK and Canada are also in Africa – the cross released its power.

     The last days of our trip were remarkable. Thirty very special friends gave their lives to Christ. Emily and Jessica spent more time helping at the school, packed classes, returning later with pleasure in their hearts.

An exciting conversation took place with a senior medical doctor, who, at the young age of 75 has given 40 years of his life to Mwanza. Healing, caring and driving the city strategy to build 17 clinics.

We became consumed and animated about a boat – a mobile medical clinic for the many hamlets that feed off Victoria.

The forgotten tribes, with no doctors, no gospel.

Old men dream dreams, young men see visions.

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The doctor was dreaming for his region. He would talk to the local medical authority and do some research; did we just birth a vision?

It was 2001 and we had a handful of tiny lives in the preschool, now 2013, 400 in the school, 15 buildings and 22 staff.

God can do amazing things with a humble heart – a gospel heart.

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Africa always does this, intoxicates you with faith, I’m drinking deeply for Kelowna and the church.

     Finally, we traveled again in search of Promised Land, farmland to feed the orphans and the wider community. Some areas were grass green and smooth, short as a meadow that had just been mown. Other parts were uncultivated, dried up scrub. We were shown many drier patches that needed water to bring fruitfulness, not impossible with Victoria. So the search continues; meeting the right person at the right time, God’s time. The road was only a track, red hard clay but it lead to a small sandy, thatched village with no school and many children running around.

In these areas only a small amount are Christians. So we returned from the bush country with a number of offers of land from locals, over inflated prices that need to be talked about over the weeks and months.

Last night I sat and prayed watching the sunset over Lake Victoria, my thoughts and prayers turned to the church and the God given task ahead.

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I conducted my final session with all the staff team – leadership, calling and good attitudes. They asked so many questions, thoughtful and helpful. Organizations are the same the world over; they need vision, clarity, God’s Spirit and people that believe that they can change the world.

We have really appreciated your prayers, support and emails over the past few weeks.

We are excited to see where the visions, prayers and thoughts of the last 10 days takes Living Waters.

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And now…another mission to throw our lives into. Kelowna.

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Have a great  week,

Love , Michelle  xoxo