The fresh smell of summer has invaded the air. It’s that kind of sense tingling aroma that for me inspires long walks, playing outside with kids and a craving for ice cream. Our little apartment at the Sunny King Motel has continued to serve us well. We still haven’t put up our own pictures, and we’re both fine with the likeliness that we probably won’t get around to it. Josh is working full-time at the day care, taking care of the 1 year olds this month, and then moving onto doing the summer program with school aged kids. I’m still baking bread and spreading vegetables on sandwiches at the Subway down the road, which has been turning into a full-time job.

Our Bible studies have begun. Josh leads one for the men on Monday nights and the girls and I get together on Tuesday nights, in our cozy apartment. I’ve found it be a source of encouragement to come together with other girls and dig deep into Galatians. It’s so easy to take for granted here in the west, but it is an awesome privilege to be able to meet with those who love Jesus, get to know each other outside of a Sunday morning, and learn from one another. Plans for a youth night have also been formulating between a few of us, and that is something to surely be excited for. This Friday we’re planning on kicking off the summer with a bonfire.

Yesterday, Josh spoke at Community Worship Centre, a deeply convicting, passionate message about the world’s poor in which he told stories of his experiences on the mission field and spoke some hard sayings which also took the form of some startling statistics. It was the best message I’ve ever heard on missions, and has left me all the more compelled to dedicate my life to Jesus, living a life of sacrifice where real joy can be found in Him. It was one of those heart messages that just stirs you right on the inside and imparts a longing and passion for intimacy with Jesus. It was definitely a great morning. And Russia continues to beckon.

Our time in Prince Edward Island is difficult but very good. It’s difficult because we miss the foreign mission field, but our time here has already been very valuable and beneficial to us and hopefully to those around us. I feel so much a part of our church family at FaithWorks Centre. Pastor Bill and Debbie have loved on me big time, and I’ve been able to get to know so much better, the friends who I’ve met on previous visits to the island. It feels like home. Another plus is that we have our own car which has allowed me to greatly improve my driving.

 I am excited for what is taking place now, and I probably say this a lot, but I am excited for what is to come. I figure whether we’re on the island, overseas, or in the slums of a city as long as God has lead us to this place, our hearts can be glad knowing that His love and interest in us never wanes. He doesn’t tire of working on our hearts and transforming us more and more to become like Him; to become who we really are. His Spirit upon us empowers us to be the hands and feet of Jesus where ever we go. I’ve realized how callings differ, because we are the body of Christ, rather than just one part. Not everyone is called to be a missionary, pastor or street preacher, but we’re all called to give up our lives.

 
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Being prayed for at Community Worship Centre
 


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Michelle
06/21/2010 09:16

"He doesn’t tire of working on our hearts and transforming us more and more to become like Him; to become who we really are."

So beautiful!

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