Madi the Poet

Thinking of Michael

This has been a really hard couple weeks for Mike. On Friday November 17th he buried his Opa, Walter Wittkowski. Then, only a couple days later on Monday the 20th his father, Ron Tachuk, passed away. It has been a strange time. Opa was 90, a strong baptist, left a legacy of faith, and an assurance that he would be in heaven with his Lord. Mike's dad Ron, was not a religious person, he had many addictions and left this earth at only 60 years old. In either situation, I saw how much Mike loved them both so much - they were both honored for the good that was seen in them and Mike gave beautiful reflections at both funerals. If you have a moment, pray for Mike and his family, this has been a time of great loss.

The picture attached is of Mike's dad in his younger days, doesnt he look like a movie star!

My babies aren't really babies anymore!

Colton Grade 7 ~ Levi Grade 6 ~ Madison Grade 4

worship

Have I told all of you before how much i love worship/worship music/personal worship/corporate worship/and anything involving the music side of "worship"? Well I DO! I was thinking about the time i spent at KRT, my church in Brampton, and how much I LOVED those years there. It opened a new world to me of expression to God and what that looked like for me. There is something about those moments in worship where it really DOES NOT matter what kind of a week you have had, it doenst matter that life totally sucks right now, it is just this place of purity, safety and joy - it the most perfect place. I snotted on that carpet more times than I can count and met God there in such a overwhelmingly rich way . . . I am not trying to "relive the past", or "werent those the good old days" cause we all move forward and circumstances take us elsewhere but TODAY, I longed for that . . . I longed for Saturday night worship at my house with my girlfriends and Hodgie just strumming on her guitar . . . i longed for a Pastor Jeremy worship service, . . . i longed for the freedom to dance again, . . . i longed for release of the gifts of the spirit . . . and i longed to just be in my most favorite spot on the planet . . . just hangin out with Jesus in worship .

I hope through my journey that I can worship regardless of where I am, who i am with or if the songs are right or not, so . . . i think tonight i will take some needed "worship time" . . . allow God to speak to me. To be totally honest, I feel i havent heard him for a while . . . and its NOT HIM, its me, busy, running, and filling time with stuff that isnt quite as important as my time with HIM. Ok, so I will stop writing now and well . . . stop . . . stop and listen and worship.