We traveled from Whitehorse into the dead of night and the driving snow both emotionally and in reality, to emerge on the other side unscathed and searching the horizon for a glimpse of His future grace. It was like being birthed into the next stage of our lives. Although the last felt like a warm womb, we knew the time had come for some labor.
On the road we encountered much opportunity to be the kind of Christians God has called us to be. A near head-on-collision outside Whitehorse and an alternator transplant in Fox Creek gave us all the opportunity experience God’s grace through friends and strangers, and for us to reflect Jesus to each other in the midst of chaos. I think we passed. :)
Whitehorse was a riot. The people were sooooo generous and loving on us as we taught and ministered among them. Thank you all for your hospitality and generosity. You will not easily be forgotten. Not to underestimate the power of the physical healings we witnessed, the transformations of hearts and ultimately, culture were the miracles I was humbled to witness. When we expose our hearts to the living God, transformation is inevitable and the results are glorious. Growing and adapting, the church positions herself to be stewards of what I believe will be a great outpouring in the north as they steward His presence together. Beautiful people with beautiful hearts, knitting together for the purposes of transforming their community from Glory to Glory! I can’t wait to return and see what God has done with hearts so surrendered.
YBF Leaders engaging in prophetic art... Good Times.
We arrived in Irricana to visit with my Sister’s family and to welcome our new God daughter, Ainsley into the world. We will spend some time here waiting on the Lord for direction, access, opportunity and resources. A good father creates access, opportunity and resources for His kids, and my Papa is the best Father in the world. There is a sense of grace when it comes to risk. You can take as much risk as there is grace to cover it. I really want to become sensitive to the discernment for grace. A while back, Chris had a dream of us following the Skittles through the forest. This is a good metaphor for following the grace into the unknown. Although people’s needs, our resources and influence may not be signs to find the grace, it does become evident that they are by-products of living in grace. So often you can’t see grace without taking a risk. However risk without faith is presumption. We wait to see where God might be opening a door, or leading us to open a door, we consider all options until one narrows down and is confirmed. Then we leap into what seems to be His direction, and wouldn’t you know it, you land in a cloud of grace evidenced by margins of influence, resources and opportunity. It seems so similar to being birthed. As a baby you can feel the direction and the necessity to move, but it isn’t till you are out that you realize there are the resources to support life. These transitions we undergo seem like birthing in more ways that just the act of labor, there is the conception, pregnancy and birthing in each event. We certainly experienced that in Nicaragua and recently in Whitehorse.
So to sum up, we are conceiving again, and look forward to being pregnant with all that that entails. Soon this conception will bear fruit in labor or leaps of faith, however we are confident that no matter what is on the other side, our God is able to keep us, sustain us and deliver us into His grace.
Once again thanks for all your support, prayers and encouragement. We hope to see you soon.
Graeme J Morris
