Refiner’s Fire ~ A Good Place to Be

03 Monday May 2010

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Purify my heart
Let me be as gold and precious silver
Purify my heart
Let me be as gold, pure gold

Refiner’s fire, my heart’s one desire
Is to be holy
Set apart for You, Lord
I choose to be holy
Set apart for You, my Master
Ready to do Your will

Purify my heart
Cleanse me from within and make me holy
Purify my heart
Cleanse me from my sin, deep within

This is one of the stronger fibers in the tapestry of my life currently. And I am discovering an interesting, exciting thing. This Refiner’s fire, while it is hot and it burns, it’s presence brings with it joy. peace. hope. gratitude.

  • Joy at the thought that my Savior will continue His work in me, until it is completed.
  • Peace in knowing that this will last for a season, and His strong arm will not let me be crushed in the process.
  • Hope in the beauty He is creating from the ashes of my life.
  • Gratitude that He has chosen me to be one of His own.

Exploring our temporary home

10 Saturday Apr 2010

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Usually when we drive to Ft St John for office supplies & grocery shopping, we take the route through Taylor. While the Taylor route is shorter timewise, the bridge crossing over the Peace River is, well, terrifying, to me. I much prefer the route via Husdon’s Hope, it is much more scenic, and the bridge crossing, beautiful.

Anyway, this is the suspension bridge over the Peace River near Hudson’s Hope, BC.



Frozen water in the dam, there are frozen waterfalls all along the canyon at this point. Very cool!

Dangers on This Road of Parenthood

15 Monday Feb 2010

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There will be no pictures with this post. I took out the camera to document the swelling for comparision as the day passed, Chica weakly asked me “PLEASE don’t put this on your blog Marme.”

Due to the warm sun which has melted snow a little, and the freezing nights which has “refrozen” snow a little, our wonderful sledding run became a super slick run of danger yesterday and little Chica was pulled up the slope by her sister and a neighbor.

She’s okay.  The immediate HUGE ostrich egg has been steadily receding, she has stayed coherent, read aloud Wee Gillis to us and regained her smile by dinner. She ate a good dinner, slept peacefully, despite the number of times her parents took turns gently checking on her through the night. She’s fine.

But I am not so sure about Mom and Dad, as we are reminded once again just how much we do have to entrust the protection of our dear kids to their FATHER, because no matter how much we try and want to, we can not see or avoid all the dangers on this road of parenthood.