Wednesday, 15 March 2017

A Picture Tour- Nanoose Bay Pentecostal Camp

A quick tour around the camp.  The snow we had last month is gone, and the surroundings are much more Spring like.
A summer camp for children on Vancouver Island
Snowdrops and Primrose, mid-March
Notch Hill on the other side of Nanoose Bay
Early morning burst of sunshine
Pond where Red-winged Blackbirds sing
Progress on dorm construction as of March 15, 2017
Terry cutting siding
My exercise gym
Tabernacle (Chapel), a widened quonset from down-Island
Heather in bloom

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Taking it up a notch

To take something up a notch means, according to the English idiom, to increase the effort or intensity exerted in a situation.

Today we didn't do a simple walk along the beach, but a 'real' hike. A real hike means, to me, a walk that requires going uphill.

This morning's snow 
Terry and I climbed a small hill today. Notch Hill is accessed off Powder Point Road in Nanoose Bay, Vancouver Island. My idea of walking for exercise was taken up a notch as I walked the first part of the trail which the map calls “steep”. I guess I'm not as fit as I think I am. First my gluteus maximus muscles pulled, until I really got going. Then I had to stop for breath several times, listening to my pounding heart. Then I shed one of my layers, that heavy sweater I knew I shouldn't have worn.
Finally the ground levelled off, sort of.
We listened for birds, but didn't hear anything until we broke out of the gloomy conifer forest to moss covered rocky outcrops and arbutus trees. Terry's binoculars were trained on a high tree with a tiny bird on it. Probably a Dark Eyed Junco. I looked behind me and saw a man standing quietly on the path. I wish I had taken his picture; he was just like a gnome, at home in the forest.
The view was worth the climb.

Looking towards Nanaimo
If it had been summer, we could have sat on the rocks and admired the bay and the views down Island for a lot longer than we did. We did see a Bald Eagle, and Terry was glad to add a Turkey Vulture to his trip list. But his hands were cold and white, and he was uncomfortable, so we completed the loop and meandered down again.
Red-barked Arbutus tree


 So many more trails to explore in the area!  
Garry Oak
Real Christmas holly!

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Carpenter's Helper

Working in construction was never on my bucket list, but that's what I have found myself doing this past week.
SOWERs are supposed to be self sufficient, either pulling a trailer or driving a motor home. The idea is not to be a burden on the host, whose only responsibility is to provide a spot for parking, power, water and sewer connections. Nanoose Bay Pentecostal Camp is on Vancouver Island, near Port Alberni where I grew up. We had thought in the past about serving there. This project wasn't getting many SOWERs signing up, however, because of the high cost of bringing an RV over to Vancouver Island on the ferry.
Now a new four plex dorm was being built, and the camp administration was offering cabins to live in!
Our cute little house
Surely February and March were Spring months on Vancouver Island, we thought, so we signed up. We found ourselves the only ones signed up. At least we would have neighbours in March, a couple from Edmonton we had once worked with near San Diego.
Were we ever in for a surprise! A huge snowfall in many places in B.C. Also on Vancouver Island! It was a winter wonderland. Not quite like snow at home in Alberta, but heavier, and slushier. The temperatures were milder, too.
The first week was slow going, but finally the cement truck was able to pour the foundation. Progress!
Installing concrete forms
Uncovering boards
The pumper truck bringing concrete

Today I pulled nails out of boards the men had taken off the now-dried concrete foundation. I earned my title; now I am a Carpenter's Helper.

Carpenter's Helper

And there are robins here.
American Robin

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Conquering the Imperfect Paradise

The online ads for the YWAM base Destination Paradise in Belize show an ocean scene with swaying palm trees. Terry and I were looking for a place to serve, so we applied to volunteer there for nearly three months. The reality of living in community in a developing country soon hit us.
The YWAM base is housed at a former resort about four miles north of San Pedro, the only town on Ambergris Caye off the coast of Belize. The facilities are rented, but the owners do not maintain them at all. The buildings are old and are literally crumbling, rusting, peeling, and decaying—falling apart. The toilets need tender, loving care and are limited to the ones in individual casitas. Only a few air conditioners work, and there is only cold water in the casitas.
We have had to deal with the challenges of heat with high humidity, mosquitoes, sand fleas, fire ants and sudden tropical rainstorms.
Sand Flea Bites
 Raccoons live under the buildings and find their way into the main building to forage for food in the garbage can or break the eggs left on the shelf. Terry was constantly trying to patch holes in the ceiling or board up the windows so they couldn't get in. I have had to deal with the challenge of baking when necessary ingredients were not delivered or only soft margarine was available. Add to that the challenge of ovens with inaccurate thermostats, and the humidity and heat making results unpredictable.
There is always something breaking down on base. The WiFi system, the plumbing, the water, the electricity, and one of the dryers.
Things are fixed, then they break down again or something else breaks down. We are down to one microwave for 65 people. The other one broke down when a long line of people microwaved their Saturday leftovers, one after the other.
At first I wondered what I was doing there. Did God really send me, or was it my own idea? I didn't quite want to go home, because I knew how much Terry liked the warm weather, and it had already begun to snow in Alberta. Then I wondered what good I could possibly do. I knew in theory that I was supposed to be a servant, and doing my daily tasks freed up staff to teach and interact with the students. That didn't make it any easier nor did I particularly feel any joy in doing laundry, cleaning the speakers' rooms, or baking for the student body. I felt disconnected to the whole community.
One day a perceived injustice brought all these feelings to a head. I was upset that I
didn't know about an event on base, and had a tearful conversation with one of the staff members. She carefully pointed out that I was supposed to read the weekly schedule to find out what was going on. I was used to announcements made to the whole group. We talked it out, and I felt better at having communicated my discontent. Of course I didn't mention all the above challenges. I had just told another staff member in a prayer threesome how I struggled with the weird, the uncomfortable, the strange and the outrageous.
When I asked God, “What shall I do here?” God spoke to me through the girl's dog. He answered me with a picture of Riley walking obediently and calmly by Brittany's side as she held the leash. I got it! I just had to walk closely to Jesus. He has me close to Him, and he has His hand on the leash, and all I have to do was to follow Him.
Brittany and Riley
 From that time on I started to notice my blessings, and my perceptions completely changed. In random order:

  • We began to see ourselves as a vital part of the YWAM community, and enjoyed many interesting conversations with students and staff
  • We got to attend a cool church, where we even took part in an outreach to the homeless one Saturday.
    Our friend with no legs, but so happy
  • We often were given a ride home from church or Bible study on a golf cart
  • I had the privilege of listening in on a few of the weekly speakers' sessions
  • When I desperately needed another pair of shorts, I found a nice pair in a thrift shop for 50¢
  • We saw many wonderful birds and other critters: raccoon, snakes, tarantulas, hermit crabs, crocodiles, iguanas, lizards and geckos, scorpions, a large grouper and small lobsters, monkeys and bats.



  • A Hermit Crab walks in his shell
  • A little bit more clarity gained from working through a workbook and a video series on co-dependence
  • New experiences like snorkelling, zip lining and cave tubing, even jumping off a rock into a river
  • Getting victory over baking which was such a trial at first. The Crisco sitting on the shelf the whole time was a picture of Jesus always being there to help, even in this situation. Another lesson about perfectionism. Students were appreciative of the baking despite the imperfect results.
  • We were given the use of a golf cart on a couple of occasions to explore the Island, north and south
  • A swimming pool behind our casita provided many pleasant swims.

  • The Lord showed Terry exactly how to fix a freezer lid that wouldn't close.
  • We are grateful for an opportunity to see another part of the world and to experience more lessons from God
Our world will never be perfect until that day when we transition to the other side and meet Jesus face to face. I'm grateful that He's getting me ready for that time even now. It's almost time to go back to our earthly home, and I will be sad.


And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. Romans 8:28

Saturday, 26 November 2016

Adventure Day

It was a very wet and bumpy ride to the mainland of Belize due to huge waves crashing over the stern.  Some people in the boat got thoroughly
soaked, but they were good sports.



Two hours later we were ready for a delicious breakfast.  This time I captured the traditional Johnny Cake before devouring the biscuit stuffed with scrambled egg and bacon.








First stop—zip lining. I'd never tried this sport before, and was a little nervous. It was all right. Fun to be so high up in the canopy of the rain forest, zipping over a river far below.  I was mostly focused on the speed I needed to maintain, and yet land on the next platform without having to be pulled in. I did it!


getting my gear on
coming in for a landing
Terry's ride








Next came cave tubing. We had never heard of this sport, but it's just what it sounds like. A group of eight or so tubes was linked together, and pulled through a cave with stalactites dripping off the ceiling.








 That was so peaceful, floating along and staring up at the ceiling of the cave. I was sorry when the opening came into view again. The best part was swimming in the river for the short distance to our starting point. The water was so wonderful! I don't think I've ever been in a river so warm, yet refreshing. 


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Terry on the right
















When we got to our destination some students started jumping into the river. Without missing a beat I said to Terry, “Hold my glasses; I'm jumping off the rock.” Other people jumped off and survived, so I figured it was safe. What a rush!

















The Mayan Ruins at Altun Ha were a bit bigger than the first ones we saw several weeks back. The weather was cooler, so we climbed up the steps along with the others. 

No birds to be seen; late afternoon is not the best birding time. Terry did get a picture of a Bat Falcon, which we had seen before.
An exhausting but wonderful day!


Wednesday, 23 November 2016

They weren't perfect

My task for Tuesday was to bake Snickerdoodles for the students at the YWAM base. Baking is a challenge here in Belize because of the heat and humidity. I didn't realize there was hard margarine in the fridge because it had been taken out of its box, so I reluctantly used the spreadable tub margarine. I mixed up the double batch of cookies only to find the dough was very soft and not at all conducive to rolling into balls to put on the cookie sheets. Without really pondering the problem, I added two more cups of flour. Bad idea! After this, my helper, Laney, and I decided that putting the dough into the fridge to chill would be a good idea. We waited about half an hour to attempt to roll little balls. That worked well. The cookies took forever to bake, though, and it was difficult to wedge the large trays into the ancient gas oven even though Terry had banged on them to make them fit.


The cook in the kitchen sampled them, and said, “They need more margarine and sugar.” I put in half the amount he suggested, and did not add more sugar. He didn't think the end product was very good even after this.
The rejects
Laney and I decided it didn't matter, that the students would appreciate them anyway.
When I expressed my frustration to a wise staff member, she said, “Give me the cookies.” I soundly slapped her hand in a kind of halfhearted 'high five'. That was a symbolic gesture to release their imperfections and not take on false guilt over my lack in baking them perfectly.
 I still felt glum over this situation most of the afternoon, until I had my daily swim in the pool. I love the water; it has a calming effect on me. I swam back and forth not really thinking about anything. Finally, reaching the edge of the pool I gave up. OK, God, I know you still love me even though I make mistakes. Thank you for that.   Instant peace.

I've struggled over perfectionism all my life, only recently realizing that I don't have to try to please God and others with what I can achieve. He loves me in spite of myself. That's why Jesus died for me. I don't have to strive for approval, He loves me anyway, always. It's a lesson I have to be reminded of over and over.

By the way, as the students ran past from the dining area they called out, "Thanks for the cookies!"

Thursday, 10 November 2016

San Pedro Town

There are not many new places to see on Ambergris Caye, off the mainland of Belize. The main settlement, San Pedro Town, has about 10,000 residents. This number swells in the 'high season', which is beginning now in early November. This statue of St. Peter stands in front of the Catholic church; the patron saint of fisherman, after whom the town was named.



Usually we take the Coastal ferry, which we call the 'water taxi' although it has a regular schedule. We can be picked up just by virtue of sitting or standing on the dock next to the YWAM Base about four miles north on the caye, as the dock at the Base was wiped out during the hurricane. In fifteen minutes or so we can be in town.
The Coastal Ferry







It was great to be dropped off at the Sea Wall, closer to the church,but it really was an unscheduled stop. One day our boat's propeller scraped the sand, and we were told the driver would not drop us off there any more.





Or, we can walk to town, which takes an hour and fifteen minutes. Walking along the beach is said to be easier and shorter than going via the road.  We try to start early in the morning while it's still cool. 



Just before getting to the tall cinema building in which church services are held on Sunday morning, we leave the beach and briefly follow the road.



Sagebrush Community Church










Crossing the bridge that spans the river we walk 20 minutes to downtown San Pedro. 


The speed limit is 15 mph, with the majority of vehicles being golf carts and bicycles. A few vans act as taxis, and there are a few delivery trucks.
church parking lot after the rain

getting a ride on the YWAM golf cart
























The buildings are old and decrepit, but interesting. Bright colours predominate where buildings have been freshly painted.


Sprucing up a building
More colours
San Pedro Preschool
Lagoon Street





























No one calls the streets by their real names, but by the former Front Street, Middle Street and Back Street, which run parallel to the beach. I'm guessing this is Back Street, as the lagoon is on the other side of the narrow caye.
San Pedro is a laid back, casual place, with friendly people.