Last Friday, I enjoyed my last sunrise on Forestry Road before moving to another basement apartment on Saturday.
I thought the view was a reassuring way of God saying, good things are still to come, I got you!
No worries folks, I am still in Red Lake.
January was a month of way too much grief in Pikangikum, according to locals its been awhile since so much saddeness happened in a space of 10 days. I will not delve into the details of what went on. In the process of being there for those who had lost so much I am filled with countless questions as I observe the different faces that suffering takes. I watch how people choose to embrace it or shun it, talk about it or pretend the elephant is not in the room. I take note of the people who want to fix suffering and those who just stare at it angrily. I notice how the children don’t fully understand it and yet understand it way more than the average Canadian child. Always, always, I wonder about the children, what are they thinking? I notice too that the heaviness that faithfully accompanies suffering is competing within me with my desire to bring comfort to my friends. I wonder what to do with it . Even though I worked and at times lived in the midst of much pain and suffering back home, this heaviness I am experiencing here is new to me. An uninvited clingy guest, the kind you wish will get an unexpected call and leave as suddenly as he arrived. One cannot be of good company when this unwanted companion won’t take a hint when you have had enough.
In time I will figure out what works for me when dealing with this strange heaviness.
I took these pictures with my iphone so I don’t know if the quality is that great when looking at them with a laptop or computer ( I don’t have a laptop just a tablet) Sunsets and Sunrises in Pik are epic. Today these pictures reminded me that just as January had to come to an end so will this heaviness that I and so many others in Pik are grappling with.
You wouldnt know that a beautiful sunrise was just around the corner,
till we went around the bend.
I recently experienced a very sad disappointment, I saw it coming but a big part of me hoped for a happier ending. Since then its been slow progress of accepting that sometimes, one must find the strength to sever ties, stand up and walk away.
The thing about witnessing a beautiful sunrise is that (at least this is true for me) you are filled with renewed hope, today is a brand new day and no matter how bad yesterday was, at least today you have the chance to make happy memories.
Our dog surprised us with 4 puppies 3 weeks ago. This one is Zeejay. The family is divided on whether his cute or still ugly. I think his cute. He makes me happy 🙂
When in Peru, I used to teach the little kids silly made up songs that came with extremely silly and funny dance moves.
Remember him? Not a week goes by without me thinking of the kids I looked after last year.
Watching the sunrise at the top of Steamboat in Montana. I have been missing the Rocky Mountains so much these last days…maybe one day I will see them again.
Jesus, is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning. With this light, he promises healing for those who fear His name.