Serving and loved in Argentina. One year ago today I was in the middle of my travels. Moving from Nelson,BC to Bariloche,Argentina. From the far North to the far South Max always said. My remaining material possessions boxed in storage, klrs and kayaks left with friends, 4 suitcases with me. Wow, a year already. Learning castellano, adapting to a new culture, learning/accepting and walking forward in this new life. Being taught an even deeper sense of faith and trust as I surrender even more to walk across those rickety bridges and around the corner where I can’t see where the path goes. I still don’t agree with the fact that my best friend isn’t here to share these memories but I get to see the impact he had. I get to see how God used our time here before. I get to honor Max. I get the opportunity to wholeheartedly say Yes Lord, your will not mine. Its not always easy to do this, but I am so grateful for friends and family, all around the world. And I am especially grateful for my family here, walking alongside me, sometimes picking me up, but mostly for living life together. Here’s to being home.              Report This Post

Hope – Wonderful Joy – Faith to Trust – Complete Surrender to Obedience  It is June 8th, 2018 – This day looks VERY different from the June 8th, 2018 that we had envisioned on June 8th, 2017.   So much has changed, and yet at the same time, there is a lot that has remained the same.  The destination is the same; but the road to get there took a huge detour.  How many times are we on a road and there’s a delay; a detour, an unplanned stop – whether to see something wonderful or because of an issue beyond our control?  Do we still arrive at our destination, eventually?  And sometimes that destination changes and is it not always better than we had originally planned? I should put a disclaimer here because I’ve been out on the KLR and my brain is a bit dual sport rider focused.  Sorry folks. Many of you know that 1Peter1;6 is very close to my heart.  ‘Be truly glad, there is wonderful joy ahead, even though you must endure many trials for a little while.’  I haven’t always been glad, I definitely didn’t think there would ever be wonderful joy ahead.  I hatedthe trials I was being made to endure.  But the destination; full time missions in Argentina, never changed; being a […]