Hi! Thanks for stopping by.  Its nice to see you.  Yes I have moved.  I decided to change to a new home because…well, because I have changed and I didn’t see anything on blogger that would reflect this change.

I have been thinking a lot about what my blog says about me and what I want it to say.  What started this thinking and the subsequent change of blog spot was my friend Eric and his post from Saturday July 12. Seminary is certainly a time of change.  We enter with our own agendas but God has a different plan for us.  We become enmeshed in God’s agenda and are forever changed by it.  A friend of mine told me once that being in seminary is like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly – there is lots of effort and love to become transformed into a new creation.  God’s love is the transforming agent.

When I began this journey it felt so impossible to achieve; so many hurdles to overcome.  But now as I am entering into my internship year, I feel that the transformation God has started in me has brought me to a place that allows me to see that things are possible through God’s gift of grace.  I am proof of this as you are too.  Grace happens when we least expect it.

PAX

Jenn

Here are some of our favorite shots from Riding Mountain National Park.

On Friday night, our second last night camping, a group of young German Mennonite women took the campsite next to us. We were sitting around the fire when the two carloads pulled in. You could hear their laughter and shrieks of joy as they entered the campsite. Their laughter continued as they tried to set up their tent in near darkness. Two of the young women came over and asked if we had a hammer or something that they could use to pound their tent pegs in with. Yes, Alan had brought a hammer, plus other tools, just in case. They were very appreciative and finished getting their site put together. They brought back the hammer and then they all climbed into their tent and proceeded to fill the night air with laughter and more shrieks.

They left early the next morning and did not return until late Saturday night. Alan and I were getting ready to go to bed when these young women started singing in 5 part harmony. It was absolutely glorious!! To be serenaded to sleep with songs that sounded like hymns or folk songs was absolutely wonderful. It was a perfect way to fall asleep.

This morning we were once again treated to the sounds of their voices. We were taking down our campsite and it sounded like they were having a worship service in their tent. We were brought into their worship through the gift of their song; young women’s voices joining in with the rest of creation to praise God’s name. Perfect.