As I sit here writing to you I am surrounded by packing boxes and suitcases. Our time here in Northern California has come to an end and we are in the process of packing up all our belongings ready to return home to Western Australia.
It is a bitter sweet process really. We have so loved living here and we have met some wonderful people that we now consider apart of our family. It has been very hard to say goodbye to the people we cherish and the city we have fallen in love with but at the same time we are very excited to be returning to our home and to our loved ones. I recently heard somebody explain the feeling like this “I am always home sick because I am never fully home. As I have moved and traveled a little piece of my heart has been left all over the world with the people that I love. I guess we are never fully home until we are all together in eternity”.
The experience we have had here at ministry school has been life changing. It has been an amazing time of personal and spiritual growth for us all. It has been a time of fresh revelations, immense breakthroughs, learning, discovering, stepping out, being brave and bold….. and I could go on and on….
The end of this chapter in our story has finished and I am very excited to turn the page and start the next one. It is a blank page ready for our story to be written. What the story will contain I do not know, but I look forward to it with hopeful anticipation.
*We will be traveling and settling in back home over the next couple of weeks so this space will be a little quiet but I shall be back writing again very soon:)
Last weekend we left our little city of Redding behind and headed north and into the mountains. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. As we traveled the interstate it took me back to a few years ago when we were traveling the same road. At the time we were heading back to Vancouver after the best holiday our little family of three had ever had. I remembered that I was feeling sad that our trip was coming to an end and deep in my heart I was hoping that one day we could come back and expereince it again…
… and then fast forward three and a half years to now, here we are traveling interstate five through California once again, this time a family of four instead of three. My heart is overflowing with joy and thanksgiving.
We drove up to Shasta City for lunch and we ate in a really cute old school burger bar, Greg said that it was the best burger he had ever tasted. Shasta City sits at the bottom of Mount Shasta, we were going to go and explore the mountain but there was snow at the top which would have been exciting but we were not dressed for snow as we only had sandals on our feet! Instead we went and explored the waterfalls on the McCloud River. The waterfalls (there were three in total) were stunning. We were able to climb over the rocks and explore a little more closely at the lower falls. You can hike a trail between the three waterfalls and I would like to go back and do that sometime soon. The only thing that puts me off is the knowledge that it is bear country out there!
As we drove home my legs were tiered and I was feeling very weary after our adventures. It was so nice to arrive back at our little apartment, it really feels like home now. My heart was still full and overflowing with joy. We lead a very blessed life. Recently I was reminded that my blessings are nothing to do with me and all to do with Him. I am not entitled to them, I did not do good works to earn them, it is by His grace. It is Gods great pleasure to give us the desires of our hearts. So I will give thanks to the Lord for what he has done for me and is doing in me. His love endures forever.
Greg is in his second week of school at Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry (BSSM for short) and he is of course loving it. He comes home and tells me all the cool things he has been experiencing and I am totally jealous!
I have been going to as many church services at Bethel as humanly possible. Greg, as a student at BSSM, is only allowed to go to one allocated service a week. This is because church is so awesome and if all of the two thousand students went to all of the services it would be packed out all the time so unfortunately they have to limit them to one a week. As I am not a student this rule does not apply to me so I have been going along by myself. I do not want to waste any opportunity I have to go, we have come such a long way and gave up a lot to be here so I am going to soak up as much as possible.
We are in week four of homeschooling with William. We have settled into a good routine and things are going along well. He is a bright little cookie and I am loving seeing his progress. We visit the Library each week here in Redding. Will is fascinated with the book return. You place your book into the slot and watch it move along a conveyor belt on a TV screen. It shoots into a sorting bin and then the light turns green and you place your next book into the slot. It is pretty fancy, but when you have checked out a lot of books it takes ages to return them as you have to do it one at a time!
This weekend we took a drive out to the picturesque Whiskeytown Lake. It is not very far from where we live, only about a fifteen to twenty minute drive.
Whiskeytown is nestled among the hills and valleys of the Klamath Mountains. The lake is perfect for swimming, sailing, canoeing, snorkeling and fishing. There are plenty of hiking trails and four wheel drive tracks and even some waterfalls.
The scenery was absolutely beautiful as we drove out of town, looking at the mountains and the forest. We saw cute little old buildings along the highway and we even spotted a family of bears crossing the road as we drove through the forest to the lake.
The water was lovely and cool. We swam, the children played in the shallows and Greg taught William how to skip rocks across the surface of the lake. It certainly is a very pretty part of the world here in Northern California and we are still feeling so very blessed and thankful that we get to be here.