Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Called to the Reserve

It was 2004, and we were working on the finishing touches of the upstairs to the house in Owen Sound. Just as I was installing the last piece of carpet we received the call.  It was from a reservation in Northern Manitoba. They needed someone to come and help them at their Christian school.  Would we consider coming?
We had moved into the house in Owen Sound thinking that maybe the Lord wanted us to use the downstairs for a Christian school. We didn't know for sure. We had been working on getting the upstairs livable so we could move up there and work on the downstairs.  It wasn't until the day we finished the upstairs that the Lord revealed his plan for us.
We had looked into teaching on a reserve before.  God had taken me to the place where I was willing. This is an excerpt from my diary in 2003 after the Christian School committee on the Red Lake Reserve had talked to us:
I had a lot of thoughts to deal with: My home, my garden, and especially the children and the grandchildren ...   After we got off the phone Bruce asked how I felt. I started to cry. I knew that I needed to talk to God, or more importantly, I needed Him to talk to me.
I went to my Bible and it opened at Luke 9. I read, “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.” Then in the same chapter, “Whosoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me.” and then again, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.”
My priorities were set straight and I was ready to go where ever He led. I realized that reading about missionaries and wishing I could be one, was a whole lot different from actually facing the sacrifices of loneliness and stepping out of my comfort zone. My ideal is traveling around as an evangelist’s wife.  And yet the greatest joy comes with obedience, knowing that nothing I can do in myself is of any great value, but to obey Him is what pleases my Father. 
 Now as we received the call that would change the direction of our lives, I was ready.  I had no Idea what I was getting into but I knew Who was directing us, and I was at peace.
Our daughter, Susy, and her husband, Hank, were now working in Owen Sound and needed a place to live.  The upstairs of our house was perfect for them and it meant that someone would be looking after the place while we were away.  Within a week we were flying toward our new adventure.

The next blog in this series will follow our path into the unfamiliar world of a northern reserve.

For the previous blog see:  Thanksgiving trip
For the previous blog in this series see: Anna
For the last post about my husband see: The doctor called   
(Bruce has been very confused for the last couple of days so we would appreciate your prayers.)



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