Our week in Kelowna. The Collins Clan drove down to Omak, Washington and drove back over the Canadian border within 24 hours. With one purpose – to renew our visa.
A couple of hours, lots of questions and obstacles overcome.
We were granted 3 more years. Our adventure continues!
A friend of our Hope Centre is having twins and before she heads off to Vancouver to deliver her babes – we threw her a baby shower. Love to bless!
We held a day of service on Thursday with Heritage Christian School Grade 8’s who served the church with great hearts and attitude. It wasn’t all hard work though, when our youth and children’s department get involved so do water guns, cotton candy machines and slurpees. Thank you again Heritage.
We hit the skate park with Josiah and Bella. Heart in mouth – need knee pads.
The fair came to town. Oh yes it’s ‘Maydays’ which brings excitement to our home. As the twins were doing there own fair thing. We took the little people and to Josiah’s delight he was allowed on the ‘scary’ rides which he took on without fear.
Bella and Josiah on the ‘stomach left somewhere in the sky ride.’
With my Friday Faves done, you don’t mind if I squeeze in a five minute Friday do you? Ah good.
The word for this week is ‘Song’. There are so many paths I’d like to travel down with this word. But I have 5 minutes and I’m heading down a muddy path to find a song.
They call it a dawn chorus. It’s more like a rock opera outside my window every morning, and it begins at 4am. Our lives are surrounded by songs. This week I reminisced as I listened to songs from my teens. Then I cried as I listened to one particular song as I thought of my Dad’s funeral service, then remembered it was actually from Mom’s wedding. Tears soon turned to laughter. I’m sure there’s a song attached to every month of my life. I love music.
I meet you with no song. Friends who’ve lost their song.
Who cry out as David did in Psalm 40. I waited…I’m waiting patiently, expectantly for the Lord.
How long Lord?
You cry out in your waiting and veiled silence.
Patience, while positive, isn’t pretty.
Singing from pits echoes your own voice as you strive to hear another.
Steve Bell wrote this piece last weekend. An image of freedom, and the often painful road we need to take to reach it.
‘Today I freed a songbird who was trapped in our garage
And flapped against the pane that rendered freedom a mirage
I had to further terrorise the frantic feathered beast
Who could not know that capture was the terms of her release.’
Psalm 40 continues…
‘At last he looked; finally he listened.
He lifted me out of the ditch, pulled me from deep mud.
He stood me up on a solid rock to make sure I wouldn’t slip.
He taught me how to sing the latest God-song, a praise-song to our God.
More and more people are seeing this: they enter the mystery, abandoning themselves to God.’
Whether you are in the pits, or on the rock – here’s a truth to absorb.
For the LORD your God is living among you. He is a mighty saviour. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.” Zephaniah 3:17
The Hebrew word used here to describe how Father sings is ‘rinnah’. It means to express a ringing cry, a loud shout, a proclamation of extreme joy and an expression of gladness.
Praying you a hear His song over you this weekend,
Love, Michelle xoxo