Peace, my soul be still.

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Be still and know that He is God,untitled-4

Be still and know that He is Faithful,untitled-2

Be still oh restless soul of mine,

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Consider all that He has done, stand in awe and be amazed.untitled-3

Be Still.

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Be speechless.

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Words by Steven Curtis Chapman.

Following His lead.

Pikangikum sunset.

Pikangikum sunset.

The plight of millions of Christians around the world who are persecuted for the Faith is one that has been close to my heart from the time I was 12. I don’t know why but by 12 the books that caught my interest, apart from Nancy Drew and the Hardy boys were books like, ” The voice of the Martyrs” or various books on the history of the Church and how so many have died clinging to Hope. I often wonder if this deep desire to try and understand at such a young age why so many chose to be martyrs was Gods way of preparing me for a time in my life when living in such an environment will take center stage … no one knows the future but Him. In the meanwhile, I never take the freedom I have to worship as I please for granted. This morning I was overwhelmed with tears as I thought (and prayed) of the plight of Christians in Syria, Somalia. I asked myself if Jesus meant so much to me that I would rather die a horrible death than recant … it is easy to say ” yes” in a time of peace, too easy to sing songs about how I want to live a life that only please Jesus when I don’t have to worry about someone coming to my door to arrest me or kill me. You know friend, sometimes I refuse to sing some Christian songs, why make promises to God when I know the state of my heart at that very moment is far from loving him with all my heart soul and mind?! Better to be silent than lie to Him.

JOY

It is said of Home that there is no pain or sorrow but sometimes I wonder if in one moment time, there was an exception…

Something happened that no one in Heaven thought possible,

A rift began between the Father and Son.

Were the angels overwhelmed with inexpressible sadness as the events unfolded?

Surely the Spirit filled Heaven with unbearable sorrow.

Did the Father  have to restrain His angels from coming down and rescuing His Son?

Heaven watched in numb silence as He wept in agony.

It was not what they did to His body

Or the rejection and arrogance of His creation

that brought such pain to them.

It was the crushing of His Spirit, the agonizing sight of the Son

covered, burdened with the sin of all the ages.

What kind of love is this?

Surely the 24 elders, the cherubim, the seraphim all of heaven’s inhabitants

and the very Presence wept when the rift was completed

and the Father poured all his wrath on His Beloved.

For a moment in time their hearts did not beat as one.

In that breathe, did Heaven experience the unthinkable?

The absence of the Sons glory?

Just as death thought he had won, a thunderous shout erupted in Heaven.

Where the earth’s foundations shaken when the Father and Son became one again?

Did the angels dance?

I only wish I had been there to experience that wondrous moment,

Surely no speech or song or dance or any form of expression can ever come close to describing the JOY that filled Heaven!

Because of the Joy awaiting Him, Jesus endured the cross disregarding its shame. May I this be true for me.

Thank God for Grace, cause when I fail, He reminds its OK to try again.

My favourite!

My favourite shot of the whole time I was there. Man I LOVE fishing :)

My favourite shot of the whole time I was camping. Man I LOVE fishing 🙂

For all those who have been wondering whatever happened to those army worms??? I am pleased to inform you that butterflies are slowly making an appearance. I will be sure to post pictures soon 😀