This morning I watched the pink clouds drifting above the glowing snow on the mountain peaks. So much can be shifted by a simple change of perspective, a little twist that can make sense of what seemed nothing but a struggle. We labour in darkness, then in an instant, a glow breaches the horizon and stark rock softens into a rosy beauty.
In the seven years since we have lived at St. John in the Wilderness, we have received many visitors, but most of the time we have laboured alone. Two years ago when we were at our darkest point, I felt the arms of Christ surround me with the reassurance that all would be well, that His will was unfolding. I needed to be positive and to keep following Him, and everything would be as it should.
Now, two years later, I look back and see how much has happened and continues to unfold. Yes, we have sometimes been consumed with our own personal struggles, but that is not the full story.
We are no longer alone in this wilderness project. One son has moved nearby to practice his acupuncture and has both healed and been a comfort to many, many people.
We have poured the foundation for the chapel, and we continue to have numerous visitors, especially during the summer.
In April, I had the joy of becoming a godmother to Timothy, a man who had visited us here shortly before his Baptism and Chrismation. Another one of our visitors decided to move here with his family. So now Jeremy, Sheree, and their three children have become like members of our own family. We shared the last few months with Doris, Sheree’s mother, and experienced the sorrow of her passing. Two weeks later, we welcomed the birth of Anna Rose Doris, Jeremy and Sheree’s third child.
Newborn Anna Rose Doris’ Foot.
I was given the honour of being godmother to little Anna (photos to come), who along with siblings Henry and Lucia, now has a special place in my heart.
Praying on the Mountain Top
This autumn we were blessed with the presence of Stephen Innocent and Robyn, both of whom are studying in Nelson at the School of the Arts. They have spent almost every weekend with us since September. We had some beautiful moments together, camping in the high country, where we chanted the akathist “Glory to God for All Things” and cooked our meals over an open fire.
Robyn, Nil, and Stephen on the Schroeder Creek Logging Road.
View with the mountainous backdrop.
Stephen Innocent preparing supper.
We went to a different place each weekend until the snow blanketed the high peaks, making our passage up the mountain impossible until next summer.
Schroeder Creek: After setting up our icon and candles, we were ready to chant the akathist.
The first place we took them is the logging road up Schroeder Creek. From this perspective you can see Birchdale and the mountains behind it.
Our second trek was to Meadow Mountain. It was a bit further up the lake, but we were able to set up tents and to spend the night.
Nil hiking on Meadow Mountain
Icon on the tree on Meadow Mountain.
Our campsite (look closely).
Nil looking over the landscape.
Stephen Innocent On the Mountain.
Robyn and Nil on Meadow Mountain
These are some of the highlights since my last posting until the snow came to the mountain peaks in early October. But so much has happened since then as well!
Tomorrow’s post will include those happenings. God’s love continues to be poured out on us despite our fumbling.