Well, week two has come and gone. There's just 5 days until these quiet halls echo with scores of footsteps and the tidy classrooms are strewn with books, papers and shoes and filled with excited young voices. Five more days of relative calm before the wonderful storm.
It's been a quiet, easy week. Sabbath - my first actually spent on campus - was a special day for me. The morning’s service was deeply moving as almost the entire congregation committed to spending time in God’s Word every day in response to the “David North Challenge”. Just another powerful reminder that a changed life with a message can be heard around the world. Even this is a challenge within itself. Is my life lived in a way that makes a difference in my small sphere? Do I have something worth sharing with the world?
Sabbath afternoon, everybody slowly left the main building. I remained in the profound emptiness. And then, through the beautiful silence, I heard the grand piano calling my name. (At this point, I need to digress from my descriptive narrative to plead with someone from home to reassure the piano in the Wauchope Church that it's still my favourite. Could someone do that? Thanks.) And, when a piano, any piano calls through the silence, it is next to impossible to ignore it. So, to the piano I went. Three hours later, I looked at the clock. Yep, the time had flown. What a golden afternoon!
Work this week has been like the general atmosphere - cruise before the rush. My poor neglected violin was probably shocked at the amount of attention it received this week as I began preparing to finally play in a rehearsed orchestra. My shoulders are aching and my fingers stinging after so much unuse but I'm super excited to finally be in an environment where there are actually musical opportunities. It's worth the pain.
The hill between the school building and my house is starting to shrink. On good days when I have allot of energy or some powerful inspiration, I run up the hill. On other days, I can feel in my legs that I've run up the hill. It's not always an easy trip to make. Some days, I admit, I stay in the office until tea-time just so I don't have to walk up that “mountain” twice. Especially on hot days.
Sabbath afternoon, God sent a strong wind and by Sunday morning, the smokey cloak that had shrouded the surrounding mountains had been blown away. Now the grandeur of nature lay crystal clear. I can see the tops of the mountains and the peaks standing in rows in a encircling ring around our little river-flat. I can see the river, reflecting the blue of the sky, winding its way gently down the valley and disappearing into the distance. I can see the tiny patches of snow clinging through the heat to the highest peaks. They were right: this place is beautiful and I am so blessed to enjoy this breathtaking view every morning.
NOTE: The fires are still not out and continue to blaze in multiple locations around the province.
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| Blue sky for the first time... |
I'm excited for the future. I'm excited for the friendships that I get to build with the staff and students here. My favourite moment of this week (other than talking with my family) was spending time with my boss, chatting, laughing, discovering similarities and getting to know each other, learning accents and new words and become friends. Oh and this incredible rainbow:
Things I'm looking forward to in the next week:
- Jaz getting here
- A possible exciting outing on Sunday
- The rest of the students arriving
- First Campout!
P.S So sorry for the lack of photos this week...I left my phone down in my office when I wrote this post. I promise to make up for it next week.
P.S.S Next week's entry will either be really early or really late as we have First Campout over the weekend and I won't be around Friday arvo.
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