Tuesday, 24 July 2007


We call ourselves the NOMADS. We are a group of ladies who give of our time, talents, prayers and support to nomadministries. Wherever you see Deb Mac you will know that the NOMADS are behind her. If not in person, then in prayer. We each are involved in ministries of our own in our home towns, yet whenever we can, we join Deb in what she is doing.
Check us out at her next retreat at Camp Tulakadik September 28 - 30. For more info email debmac88@yahoo.ca.

From left to right: Maxine Gilby, Sandry Piercy, Carolyn Carr, Shelley McCready, Laurie Hopkins, Cheryl Pazia, Susan Benson

Friday, 20 July 2007

Led by the Spirit

Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. (Gal 5:25). Wednesday, July 18th and Thursday, July 19th have been two days that have blown me away. I can't remember when I've had so many God moments and people appearing unexpectedly into our lives as these two days (I'm sure there have been many, but my memory alludes me). It was almost like I stood above myself and looked down, as I watched God do wonders in our life. He appeared at every corner. He led me from thing to thing and person to person. When God is working, look around and look out! Life is truly exciting in Him.

Friday, 6 July 2007

Poet's corner.

Heart’s Cry

Father, how do I get to that place
Where You are all I desire?
Where You are my life’s breath
Where I feel Your breath?
That place that is a sanctuary,
A refuge – where it is you and me
Even when there is life to live
And much to give.

I want what David had
He said, “ my soul thirsts for you,
My whole body longs for you.”
He said, “God, if you are silent
I might as well give up and die.”

I want what Moses had – friendship with You.
You spoke to Moses ‘face to face, as a man
speaks to his friend.’
Moses said, “God, if you are not with me,
Then I’m not moving one step.”

I want what Job had.
When he was striped of everything
He could still say, “You give and take away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
I want to be able to worship you
When all is stripped away.

I want what Peter and John had.
A relationship that stood the test of time.
A passion for You Father,
that they would die for it.
I can’t even die to self most of the time –
Would I die for You?

Paul said, “Nothing compares to knowing You”
Father, You said that You are all we need.
If we have You we have enough.
Then why do I strive for anything else?
Why do I look for happiness or satisfaction elsewhere?
Why am I not seeking you with every ounce of my being?

You say, “draw close to Me and I will draw close to you.”
You say, “If I search for You with all my heart and soul,
I will find You.’
You say that You are a ‘rewarder of those who diligently seek You’,
And that You never ‘abandon anyone who searches for you.’
Help me find that hidden treasure.

Make it real Father – make my faith real.
Give me a taste of Your Glory
So I will go after more.
Give me a passion for Your presence,
A place where I can live 24/7;
And nothing, absolutely nothing,
Can take that from me.
No circumstance, no trial, no depression,
No unfairness, no situation the enemy throws my way –
Will take me out of Your presence.

And there I will live, move and have my being.
Breathe on me breath of God
Until my heart beats with yours.
I love you Father
I love you Jesus, My Beloved

- Q

Thursday, 5 July 2007

Dancing at Walmart

So, I like to dance. Every chance I get. This dance is at Walmart about two weeks ago. Becky randomly threw a hula hoop around me, and Natalie was snapping the video. I was inspired to dance. I like the floor at the new Walmart here in Fredericton. Come try it out! Have fun! (The video was too large to upload, so this is just a still image)

Our grandson, Jack Gregory MacDonald

"Are You Dead?"

Doug & I were in St. Martins this past weekend for a much needed mini-vacation. One day as I was lying on the beach enjoying a bit of sleep and resting in the experience of sun, clouds and wind, I heard a bunch of children approaching. They were looking for beach treasures and continually called out to their mommies, advising them of their discoveries. I continued in my rest, not moving one muscle, I was so relaxed. Then I heard this sweet little voice ask, "Mommy, is she dead?" (referring to me). I did not hear the mother's response, but assumed she either did not hear her sweet child or ignored him.

A few moments passed and I felt a presence hovering over me. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at a 4 or 5 year old boy holding a piece of seaweed, peering at me intently.

"Do you think I'm dead?" I asked. He nodded yes, not saying a word (a tad scared, I thought).

"I'm not dead," I replied. "I'm just resting." His mother, by now noticing that her precious boy was not near her, shouted, "Did he throw something at you?" I shouted back, "No, he thinks I'm dead. But I'm not dead."

With that, I closed my eyes and continued in my reverie. And I suppose the boy moved on.

I chuckled about it later, as I realized that I am dead! And here's why...

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me" (Gal 2:2).

"In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus" (Rom 6:11).

I also have been thinking about how we need to be 'dead to self.'

I would appreciate any comments on being 'dead.'