Tuesday, September 25, 2012

House Tour

I had forgotten that a few people asked us to post pictures of our new home when we got settled, so yesterday I ran around with the camera snapping a few pics for you. Now don't let these pictures fool you, especially the ones of our dinning room. Somehow it looks bright in there and it is truly one of the darkest places in our whole house!

So sit back and enjoy our little house tour.

Front of house
Front porch entrance
Living room and dinning room

From the hallway
Our cool room. Yeah for air-conditioning!
Sarah helping with the dishes.
Other side of the kitchen
Myah's and Sarah's room
My Cowgirl, Hannah's room.
Growing outside. I love the rich colour!
Well, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed the tour and when we have done some more decorating I will update the pictures.

Monday, September 24, 2012

One Thousand Gifts



A friend of mine gave me this book written by Ann Voskamp just before we returned to Peru from our furlough. I have yet to read it, but everyone that I know who has read it raves about it. I believe now is the time to pull it off my bookshelf.

The past week and a half have been pretty hard for me. You know one of those times when God is shaping you and changing you for His Glory. Sometimes it is hard to be moulded and if your not willing it can be even harder. I have spent much time on my knees this week being broken. I have reached the point where I am no longer kicking and screaming resisting what God is wanting to do in me. I wish I would have surrender sooner but I admit sometimes I am stubborn and mercifully God allows me the time I need to adjust my attitude.

As I sit on the potters wheel and wait to be moulded I believe one of the ways to continue preparing my heart for growth is to remember all of the gifts, the ordinary, extraordinary, big, small, simple and complex gifts that God gives me each day. So begins my list of One Thousand Gifts.


  1. Tucking in my children at night, when then put their arms around my neck and squeeze tight one last time for the day.
  2. A steady breeze on a hot summer day.
  3. God's patience with me.
If you would like to join me (and many others) in remembering God's gracious gifts in your life, just click on the photo link above.

Blessings,
Brenda






Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Looking Good!

Last night with the help of my daughter Sarah I finally finished setting up my sewing and crafting area. I was really impressed with her creativity and ideas. She was the one who thought to organize my stamp pads by colour and I like how it looks. She also helped me make sure my stamps were in the right boxes.



Close up

During the evenings I have been working on a small hexagon project a little at a time. I am making it with 1/2" hexagons so they are pretty small. I know last time I made a hexagon quilt I said that I would never do it again, but I couldn't help myself. I had all of these tiny scraps that weren't big enough to do much else with and so it began.



Thursday, September 6, 2012

Cultural Adjustment - Round Two

I don't want to admit that I am struggling a bit with adjusting to a few things back in Pucallpa. In fact I hate to admit it. I want things to be easy and no one to think that it is taking me time to re-adjust. However, I need to be honest about the joys and struggles of being on the mission field and this is one of them.

It is a struggle I have always been most concerned with how our girls are doing and not really experienced before myself. So maybe that is one of the reasons I am having a harder time dealing with the fact that it is taking me longer than usual to get back into the swing of things.

As far as adjusting to our home and getting settled in we are all doing well. The girls are back in school and we have a pretty good routine set now. Tyler has started with some of his ministry responsibilities and I have taken on teaching art to all of the students in grades one through eight, as well as supply teaching math for grades six and seven for two weeks. I have not officially returned to ministry at Latidos yet because the supply teaching I am doing takes up a fair bit of my time and I want to be home in the evenings with our family as much as I can.

The thing that is most difficult for me to adjust to again is the crazy driving. Stopping when your traffic light turns yellow, going again before it turns green. Left turns on a red light, driving in between two lanes  or swerving between all three lanes so you block traffic. Not checking over your shoulder when you change lanes so you can increase the probability of sideswiping someone and taking off without stopping when you do! I know that I will get used to it again but for now it is really reminding me how different things can be from one place to another.

I also forgot how unappealing fresh fruits and vegetables are here. I was reminded this afternoon when I went to buy potatoes and carrots. Before we went back to Canada, I admit I didn't find them overly appealing either and I got used to cutting out the bad parts and not even thinking about it. Maybe it grosses me out at the moment because I can still remember spotless perfect looking fruits and vegetables  in the produce section of Zehrs. Admittedly they were expensive, but they looked incredible.

I hope that we will be able to plant our garden soon and grow some of our own vegetables. Myah really wants to learn how to make homemade spaghetti sauce with tomatoes from our garden so I guess I have a job ahead of me. One that I think will be fun to try though.

Well, thanks for listening (reading) as I rant about adjusting between cultures and life in the jungle region. I am thankful that God brought us to this part of Peru to serve him and I know that sometimes he allows difficulties into our lives to remind us to depend upon him. So, I choose to depend on him as I wait to get used to things again and be thankful that I am not alone in this journey.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Hazel Irene

The other day my girls started to ask me questions about a favourite memory from my life for one of their classes.

It didn't take me long to recall one of my first memories spending time with my grandma on her farm. When I was in junior kindergarten my dad took me away for a weekend to visit his mom and brother. I don't remember a whole lot of detail except that I ended up getting an earache and that I also went on my first snowmobile ride.

Remembering this brought a flood of other memories of my grandma to mind.

I remember that my grandma was an amazing cook. I guess she had to be with six kids. She used to come to our house and help my mom with canning in the last part of summer and early fall, jams, jellies and her yummy chili sauce! My grandma was the first one to teach me how to bake a pie and she chose my favourite; pumpkin. She let me bake one for myself in this tiny personal sized pie plate and I thought it was the greatest thing ever.

My grandma lived about an hour or so away from our home most of my life. So we only got to visit with her a few times a year. The summer that I was nine I got to go and stay at her house for a week. I loved it! She let me stay up late, we baked, went shopping and watched t.v. The thing that impressed me the most was that she took a look at this one dress I brought with me, then she turned around and made three more just like it. Maybe she is where I get my love of sewing from. After all she did make me my favourite quilt when I was a little girl.

The last question the girls asked me was "What makes this memory so vivid or special?" I think it is because although my grandma had 12 grandchildren I never felt like she loved me any more or less than any of the others. She loved me for who I was with my different interests and quirks and I knew it. I miss her incredibly. It is hard to believe that she has been gone now for fourteen years! I wish that my girls could have had the opportunity to meet her but the Lord called her home a month before Hannah was born. I was happy to give Hannah her name for her middle name and that began the tradition of giving each of our girls a middle name after someone special.

So, I have to thank  whichever teacher gave my girls this assignment so I could spend a little time remembering my grandma.