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A Letter,

God showed me something on the Muskoka retreat and even though the message was to me I’d like to share it with you.  I’ll tell you as if it was a letter.  Not because God spoke to me with specific words, but because that’s the easiest way I can think of to communicate the things He wrote on my heart.

My dearest Ruthmary,

I see the ways you’re hurting and as always I see a way to bring good from this.

You miss your friend. You went from seeing her everyday to writing her messages on the internet every few days. You went from a deep and intimate relationship to one that requires much work in order to keep it alive.  You miss hearing about her daily life and sharing your daily life with her. You miss her quirks. Her strength. Her presence.

Now I’ll ask you to recall that time in our relationship where you let your shame separate you from me. I can see the pang of guilt swelling up as you think of it – and I tell you to send it away. Here in the sadness of missing your friend I would like to reveal a bit of my heart to you. So remember that time for a moment. You know I was there with you,  for I will never leave you. Still although we were together you felt as if we were apart. Our conversations were few and far between. You allowed the shame you felt to make you feel as if I were oceans away from you. My child,  through the sacrifice of my son it is your sins that were oceans away from you. I missed you. I missed your praises as you walked to the bus stop in the morning. I missed hearing about your days, and your struggles. I missed your relying on my strength. I missed the days you sought to be in my presence.

And I rejoiced the day that you realized that my GRACE pours down on you like rain and only I can get you through.

Now I’d like to go a little further here. Let’s look at another relationship of yours.  A friend you’re blessed to still see daily. I noticed the other day that you sent her a message, it said ‘I miss you.’ Now you’d only been away from her a few hours but of course I understand. You’d both been lost in your busy schedules and it had been far too long since you had sat down and really talked to each other.

I love it when you thank me for each morning, and pray for the children you walk by in your community. I love that you talk to me throughout your day. I love that you thank me and make requests of me. I love that you ask me for direction. These are important, I’m always there and I always listen. But I miss you.

You need to set aside time to talk to me.

I want you to pour out your heart to me. I want you to go deeper when you pray for others, let my spirit guide you and make requests through Him. I want to spend time with you. Most importantly I want you to listen to me. Pray without ceasing – but also talk to me in a quiet place where you can stop and you can listen to what I am telling you.

Remember what I’ve told you through Jeremiah:
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

Love from,
Your Father, your Friend, the one and only true God.

I thank Him for creating us in His image so that we can see glimpses of Him through each other and in parts of ourselves.


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A Thankful Heart is a Happy Heart.


We take so much for granted.

If you look in my bathroom right now you would not understand why the Jane and Finch girls are celebrating. It’s very white. White walls and white ceiling. Freshly painted white.

We’re praising God for our bathroom in all of it’s bright white splendour.

Maybe you read the one blog I wrote last year on October 23rd 2008. It was about the shooting that had taken places down the street a bit before. The last line was an impromptu “Oh dear.  Our bathroom ceiling is leaking.”

http://jane-and-finch-girls.xanga.com/679500843/both-ends-of-the-gun/ – You can check if you’d like.

So nearly a year ago, and since then we’ve had paint peeling off of our ceiling, right on top of the shower. Every shower had an added little hassle. It was a pain.

Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom, thankfully just finishing up when I heard Erin telling some man at the door that someone was in the bathroom. I hurried out to find that a painter had come to fix our ceiling. He told us to empty out the bathroom and came back with a red shopping cart filled with his supplies.

He painted everywhere that needed it. It’s so nice.

Now we’re praising Jesus for a shower without peeling paint. Something we never would have realized we should be thankful for, if we hadn’t lived without it.

Also, the Camp Victory Youth supervisor went out and found something that might just get rid of our bug problem. So we’re thanking Jesus for him too!

(Erin says she’s been watching a cockroach for awhile across the room, his name is Krueger, he’s lucky she isn’t holding a bottle of Windex.)

The Urban Promise staff is heading over to Muskoka Woods today. For some more training and a bit of a spiritual retreat before our camps start up next week.

I’ve got some things swimming around in my head that I’d like to write about for you here. I’ve been asking  God to help me sort them out and He’s been doing so, but I’ll be gone for a couple days now. Erin Pipes also says that she might just do a guest appearance on my blog. Let’s hope so!

“Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

– Romans 5:3-4

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