tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371419772024-03-05T10:14:59.038-04:00Miriam's MomentsThe purpose of this blog is to draw you and I to a closer relationship with the living God and to be an encouragement to you who live in the same world as I. This world seeks to bring us down and keep us from catching even a glimpse of our Heavenly Father, so it's our duty as Christians to shine Christ's light in the darkness and help people to see the One Who has created us. I would love to talk with you all about Jesus and share the exciting things He is doing in our lives!Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.comBlogger941125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-18623615724462612502014-03-18T15:07:00.002-03:002014-03-18T15:10:35.105-03:00<div class="p1">
Jesus, I love You. :)</div>
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I just wanted to say that.</div>
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horrible person. But they simply don't know my Jesus.</div>
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I want to say that, no matter the criticism and the digs against my Lord,</div>
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I <i>know </i>Him and I know His character, and I love every single thing</div>
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that He stands for. I love that in a world that is so impure, He remains</div>
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pure. And in a world where there is so much injustice, He remains just.</div>
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So, that is that. :)</div>
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In Christ Jesus, Miriam</div>
Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-36849077351054786512013-06-17T23:06:00.001-03:002013-06-17T23:06:06.534-03:00God's Beautiful NatureWow... do you know, I walk down our little road almost every day *except for when we're on tour..* and yet every time I do it's as if it's all brand new.<br />
This evening it was as if I had never even seen these hills and trees before! The richness of the beauty of the Lord is just... incredible. This field to my right is un-cut grass up to my knees, a sea of soft greens and purple-hues, finally calm as if the evening's magic hour sun had quieted it with it's rays. I know that very soon this field will be mowed and then a whole new beauty will come forth, going from an unkempt, natural beauty to the kind of beauty that God has wonderfully ordained which arises when men work hand-in-hand with Him to subdue and cultivate the land. Every day is sweeter than the day before.<br />
Here on the road I pause, because suddenly the Psalm is so clear: "The heavens are telling of the glory of God, and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard." ~Psalm 19<br />
And it's true! The fields and the trees and the sun setting do not speak with words, and yet everything that I am looking at is practically shouting the glory of God! They speaking louder and more clearly of God's character than just about anything!<br />
Such sweetness, such tenderness that the Lord has put into creation. If we were to look into Jesus' eyes we would see such depth of wisdom and understanding... He was there. He was there when all of this was made- because He thought of it.<br />
When I walked back up the hill, I thought that I simply couldn't know a nicer evening- and then I thought of the times that we're going to have in the future, with evening just like this... only with Jesus walking beside us. :) That... will be sweeter.<br />
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You know, it's crazy... because I just wasn't expecting to have a chance to walk tonight. It's been a crazy busy day and the last few weeks we've been going through some difficult trials, yet God just allows such sweet moments when I least expect it, and I hope that even if you didn't get to go out today to enjoy the sunshine, maybe somehow this post can bring a little of that sweetness to you. :)<br />
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And, you don't need to be where I am to see the beauty of the Lord. If you are in a city, surrounded by crime and misery and houses that are to close together.. look up. Look at the sky and see that it is a window into Heaven.<br />
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"The disciples began looking at one another, at a loss to know of which one He was speaking."</div>
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Can you imagine the horrible feelings they would have had as in shock they heard the words, "Truly, truly, I say to you, that one of you will betray Me." The pang that would have gone through their hearts! The bewilderment they would have felt! They had spent so long with their Beloved Master and had left everything dear to follow after Him... everything known to follow Him into the unknown. They had grown to love Him more than anyone in the world. To those who loved their Master, it would have been the most painful, piercing word, and each one would have desperately searched to the innermost of their hearts to see where such deception lay. Each wondered in alarm if it was them... yet how could it? For they loved Him dearly! </div>
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Now, Jesus knew what was in the heart of men... and He knew fully well the honest love His dear friends had for Him. He knew that in their hearts was no desire to do evil against Him. He knew there was only one in their midst who had evil intent toward Him. Yet He made the statement in front of everyone and for what reason? Why did they all have to be thrust into such a painful state of heart and mind? </div>
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It produced the effect of an intense feeling in their hearts to bring about a soul-searching... and in that moment I am sure... that never had they felt such a deep love for Jesus. So in the moment when Judas determined that he truly did not love God and did not want any part of Him... the other disciples were realizing that there was none other they would rather serve with their lives. </div>
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Even though these disciples did stumble and fall for a time, each came back with humble and repentant hearts to God because there was no other course they would rather pursue... no other person they'd rather serve. They had realized that Jesus was indeed the Son of the Living God and they loved Him more than life itself.</div>
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Have we been tested in this way yet? Has a question been posed in our hearts that would make us search to the depths whether or not we truly love our Lord?</div>
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God bless you all!</div>
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In Christ, Miriam</div>
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We're officially driving Eastward! This is the third day of our East bound treck and the last leg of the trip for now. We just drove from Northern Saskatchewan into the States to the border of N. Dakota/ Minn. then to Toledo, OH and now to CT.. just in time for U.S. Thanksgiving with some our our family!!</div>
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God has given us such clear, beautiful days... :)</div>
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I was reading my Bible in Hosea 10 and this really stood out: </div>
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"Sow with a view to righteousness. Reap in accordance with kindness..."</div>
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Keep in mind that what you sow to your heart or in your actions will affect your future. Sow things that will result in righteousness. This is all of the little things that we do every day, and will be affected by our choices every time. Practical app: When I'm settling in for a long day of travel, my automatic tendency is to go into "drive mode" *ie. airplane mode: on. No signal.* :] and I let myself drift into a mindset where I'm not held accountable to keep on the alert spiritually. I feel like I don't have to be quite so "on duty". 'Course, so much of the time our driving days are more intense than any other time. So I need to purposefully fill my mind with edifying things and not slip into that dull mode. </div>
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"Reap in accordance with kindness"</div>
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What we reap will show if we've actually been sowing righteousness. It will show if we've actually been making the choices in those little things to sow to a future of righteousness. If we've been sowing what is true and honorable and right, pure, lovely, of good reputation, excellent and worthy of praise. If we've sowed selflessly or with the wrong motives, it will be revealed. We will see if what was sown was with the right motives.</div>
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Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-49774029429743581762012-11-04T13:52:00.001-04:002012-11-04T14:00:45.655-04:00Refuge Ranch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At the Refuge Ranch in Linden, Alberta with our dear new friends Rick & Carol Plett and Company! What an awesome night!</div>
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We got to meet up with the Josties en route through Ontario! God just so directed that our paths crossed on the highway! :) It was really great visiting for a little while- We love you guys!</div>
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Some of the awesome group God blessed us with while in Marmora, ON! Some we got to stay with, others came to the concert, and all of us were so blessed by what God did in each heart… it's actually amazing what He did that night.</div>
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This was so cool! We were heading out of town, and as we stopped at a stop sign, we saw this group of little girls running toward us down the street! It was the Dejong family we had met the night before! :) We jumped out, got a TON of hugs :) had a super fun few moments, grabbed a picture and headed on our way. :D I LOVE God connections! :) </div>
Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-54073189955736036782012-10-15T17:21:00.001-03:002012-10-15T18:05:14.163-03:00A view into God's heart<div class="mobile-photo">
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Do you know that this picture, as poor a quality as it may be) is actually a view into God's Own heart?<br />
This is a lush, green field filled with little yellow paintbrushes, and as I looked at it, I was just so caught up with joy and gladness! I wanted to dance around the field for joy because this... this little piece of creation came bubbling out of God's Heart. Just think of it! When He created the heavens and the earth, these brilliant little flowers just came springing out from the overflow of His pure Heart. :)<br />
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So I began to think of the kinds of things that would happen if we started just hanging out with the Lord. That might sound like a casual way to put it, but I'm talking about just being with Him, just spending lots of time learning what He likes and what He thinks about, and the depth of His pure heart. Who knows what might happen when we spend lots more time with Him? These kinds of things might just begin springing out of OUR hearts too!! :) In the midst of this oppressively dark world, when we start seeking God, He's going to start creating a purity in our own hearts and causing joy to come welling up within us, also.<br />
So, just a few thoughts, and I hope it blesses someone and simply inspires us to spend wayyy more time with our amazing Creator.<br />
God bless you!!<br />
In Christ's joyful service, Miriam<br />
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WOW we have a lot of catching up to do….</div>
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You know, one would think it'd be pretty easy to just do a quick update any time.. but I have learned to out manoeuvre those silly assumptions of mine to go for the more impractical route. :) </div>
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I have been thinking of you all a lot though and very much wanting to write for you and post pictures, so now I can get a chance to at least tell you this and you can know you weren't forgotten or left out! </div>
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I'll try to do a bit of a re-cap on the goings on of the last… uh oh… well, the last…. 2 months…. =) and try not to be TOO long winded. :) </div>
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So here I go *deep breath* ……..*………………………… *well*… well okay, never mind. I can't do it. I simply CAN'T avoid being long winded, so I'll just do a post dedicated to Grand Manan, NB and THEN… go on to tell of the next 2 months after that. After all, how many times do we get to go to an island even smaller than PEI??</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Don't get ahead of the story! There were adventures even BEFORE the Grand Manan adventure! :)</span></div>
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quickly we were alerted to the approaching of our ship, so we went back, and here discovered that the lovely causeway we had crossed over on, what formerly had been dry sand, now had been overtaken by the ocean waters which were rising at an incredibly rapid speed. (inches every wasted moment) WOW we DID feel adventurous!! </div>
<br />Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-86043723460358402702012-06-28T14:53:00.000-03:002012-06-28T14:53:17.558-03:00<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-11965500301242076512012-06-28T14:47:00.001-03:002012-06-28T14:47:07.451-03:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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At the high school we set up to do a concert, and Seth tries his hand at a tuba…</div>
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<br />Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-27906953739453888142012-06-28T14:41:00.000-03:002012-06-28T14:41:05.326-03:00<br />
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While looking up things in my journal, I found the entry I wrote for that weekend, so I think I'll write down an excerpt..</div>
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"… Saturday we had a concert at their school and we found out that a group of ladies had started meeting together to pray twice a week for revival on the island and had been meeting for the last 7 years! They had been inspired by the same revival that inspired us 7 years ago (while we were still working in Massachusetts) - that which took place in the Hebrides (pronounced Heb-er-dees) of Scotland! So God let us go there… and get to help pray alongside them for at least a little bit that He would pour out His Spirit on the Island. Oh what a blessing! He SO blessed the night, and all of the older generation who left just were so thankful.. some were even misty eyed and broken up by what God did in their hearts. :) The dear janitor who was working, Jacqueline, probably touched my heart the most. She had shown up so overwhelmed, weighed down and stressed by her day and week, and when she came in.. she immediately felt the peace of God flood her. She said she felt so much real joy in her heart! We had such sweet fellowship with Pastor Kirk and his wife Jo, Pastor Jasper and Debbie, and a few other very dear people. :) </div>
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Then saturday night began the intense battle, that's only now ending. (Here we caught the severe stomach flu that apparently went around the East Coast.) Tai was up all night losing her dinner, I was up all night feeling yucky, Gabe was up because he was praying for Tai, and Joel was up feeling the same as me. Then morning came and Tai and I couldn't leave the motel for being so sick, she couldn't come for the concert service. Then Joel and I started er, having to call uncle ralph over and over,(before and during the concert) and had chills and couldn't stand… then the concert started…. somehow by God's grace we were there! Standing! But… we couldn't do the dance… Joel really must have been worse off than me, but he kept on praising God so whole-heartedly and really gaining victory. We knew we had to just stand and pray (which at that moment was exceedingly hard to do) and that God would do the rest. Hallelujah!…"</div>
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"God is our Refuge and Strength, a very present Help in trouble(!)" ~Psalm 46:1</div>
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"But as for me, I will hope continually,and will praise Thee yet more and more(!) My mouth shall tell of Thy righteousness, and of Thy salvation all day long(!)" ~Psalm 71:14-15</div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-160014925432187302012-06-28T14:34:00.006-03:002012-06-28T14:34:54.630-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This is one of our Grand Manan representatives! (Jacqueline, who I was telling you about! :) </span></div>
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AND even though I totally forgot to take a picture when I saw them there, I HAVE to post a pic of the family I met last summer on PEI who were from Grand Manan and said they'd make it if ever we did a concert there! :) And they DID!</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So this is for you guys! Love you! :)</span></div>
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We spent one more night there to try to re-coup and got to see a last sunset. :) Praise God for what He's doing there- keep praying for the whole Island to meet Jesus!</div>
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God bless you all and be encouraged to keep pressing on in your pursuit of righteousness! </div>
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Please pray for us as we set out tomorrow morning for a July tour in New England!</div>
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In Christ, Miriam</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Isn't that so sweet? Never once have I thought of Jesus... singing. I don't know why it has never occurred to me before! Of course! Jesus would have sung continually. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">He would have sung all during His growing up--at various times while working alongside His father, as He walked along the streets, out on sailing vessels, then in His ministry years He must have sang while walking through fields and at night when His disciples were with Him around a fire... or perhaps while they fell asleep... maybe their minds would be racing as they wondered about what they'd left behind and if those things were being taken care of. After all, they were normal people who had answered God's call on their lives and had left behind everything they knew to follow Jesus.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Perhaps they were thinking of what new lifestyle they were entering and what might happen in the future.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> They were scorned a lot by the very teachers and spiritual leaders they had grown up under, they were questioned by those who they used to hang out with, and they were going by faith because many people around them misunderstood them and rejected them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then... out of the dimming light of the campfire, there came a welcome sound: that of an incredibly sweet, deep, reassuring voice that rose in a song of confidence in God. At the sound of this voice, all fears and doubts melted away and their minds were at perfect peace. A peace came over them that passed understanding and they knew in their hearts that this was indeed the path that God had called them to walk. Everything in their lives could change, but the voice of Jesus would remain in their hearts and assure and bolster them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Can you imagine the moment? Here, 2,000 years ago, sit the twelve disciples with Jesus... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They've just had the most bittersweet communion together, recounting the first Passover of the Jews (with Jesus Himself telling the story!) and then listening as He tells them that as of that moment He was sealing a whole new covenant between God and man that would give all people then and now freedom to come to God through Him... becoming Himself the Passover Lamb that would truly take away the sins of the people before God. Then as He tells them of the need... of Him being put to death.. in order to truly be the Sacrifice for our sins...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The disciples are taken aback by all that's just happened.. and their minds are full of all the things Jesus has just spoken to them..and they're trying desperately to take it all in and understand the full meaning.. their hearts are being overcome with grief as they realize that their beloved Teacher and best Friend Who they've just spent the last 3 years in continual fellowship with... is going to die. They can't grasp the fact that He will rise again.. their hearts are in turmoil and it's all to much to take in!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And then there comes the sweetest sound again.. that of Jesus' deep, loving and reassuring voice, rising in a song of glory to God and complete confidence and trust in His good plans- and this time they join in together, and as they sing all fears and doubts melt away and a peace that passes understanding enters their hearts. Though everything in their lives will change and be thrown into turmoil, Jesus, Who KNEW what was about to happen, started singing...even as He faced His ultimate trial. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">May you be much encouraged as you press on in following Jesus! Just as the disciples 2,000 years ago, let us also follow our Lord</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">- even as there will be trials continually. Let us sing also to God in complete faith and trust in His good plans! Jesus is calling His people to follow Him so let us "</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">press on toward the goal for the prize of the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">upward high calling of God in </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Christ Jesus." </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">God bless you each and I'm praying for you! Jesus sacrificed His life for us- can we do anything less for Him Who we love so much? :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">~Your sister in Christ, Miriam</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Reference: Matthew 26:30, Philippians 3:14</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-46036990556065674932011-11-16T01:36:00.004-04:002011-11-16T03:52:25.756-04:00<div align="center">YAHOO we're going to Montana!<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKI94P4mkihAtRb1R16N7EkHuvjevCJVPMu1tcgniJU136VNmIhh2G2S-29JG8xgoRLw9ltmk34qwZEcgqX1WuOD-nz7qLz7RdhyphenhyphenWHVi_EDPme_lMo9LJdujP0-nnezWOuQ/s1600/DSC02122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 206px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675464226625724386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKI94P4mkihAtRb1R16N7EkHuvjevCJVPMu1tcgniJU136VNmIhh2G2S-29JG8xgoRLw9ltmk34qwZEcgqX1WuOD-nz7qLz7RdhyphenhyphenWHVi_EDPme_lMo9LJdujP0-nnezWOuQ/s320/DSC02122.JPG" border="0" /></a>AND it's daytime! :)</div><div align="center">Today we are officially at our half-way point of the tour- one month in- and somehow... it seems more like 3 months worth of adventures! :)<br />But I love how God works- - and we shall see what He has planned<br />for this next part as we go forth into the U.S. of A.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><div></div></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-45250987667577876022011-11-16T01:21:00.004-04:002011-11-16T03:48:00.297-04:00<div align="center">So this morning we were with the Jost family!</div><div> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3pVi1L71YPvqddpc14zvvltl2f5Vfx2OWu_XUHSWn2rsqXQk77SBAwReqZc89KtnvHAn5lWzO6qRWchyXyJ0xeMjeIsZhzbOm_S1Z8EbQZEBONIFSUjcI8U5CU-G8UMmgw/s1600/DSC02116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675460470596979618" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3pVi1L71YPvqddpc14zvvltl2f5Vfx2OWu_XUHSWn2rsqXQk77SBAwReqZc89KtnvHAn5lWzO6qRWchyXyJ0xeMjeIsZhzbOm_S1Z8EbQZEBONIFSUjcI8U5CU-G8UMmgw/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /></a>It was so neat how God made a very short time to be filled with such refreshment</div><div align="center">and fellowship!</div><div align="center">You see, our arrival was a bit delayed, due to unexpected snowy driving from Slave Lake AB (see Google maps on your browser) to their home at the border of Montana<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-60940847242849188192011-11-16T01:14:00.004-04:002011-11-16T03:47:27.029-04:00<div align="center">So then we set off!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemD8_O_pFK9N2rL4sRSV34HOuWqbXW5qPp5hiC6DFC8aJhjbqWWpWEonHDI-d141tkCk694ixZVXzAkVwNV87XolG4CMcWYBQ8VlQ6mBqke9jJhbKZ1273WuZdUokEpjsXw/s1600/DSC02128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675458470422752786" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemD8_O_pFK9N2rL4sRSV34HOuWqbXW5qPp5hiC6DFC8aJhjbqWWpWEonHDI-d141tkCk694ixZVXzAkVwNV87XolG4CMcWYBQ8VlQ6mBqke9jJhbKZ1273WuZdUokEpjsXw/s320/DSC02128.JPG" border="0" /></a>Once we crossed the border we got to see the Jost's and the Fehr's view from </div><div align="center">the other side of the mountain</div><div align="center">*See, you can tell 'cause the little pointy mountain is on the right now* :)<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-55257220628150753102011-11-16T01:04:00.003-04:002011-11-16T03:47:02.508-04:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdV8-3XRdloy3gd7eU09ZWbCWRU8EX1fLs013sqf8V3LEYxfvhgbQwO4flzM_-ofd7RzBNx-dRoEMOChaFVcsACq0ueRRLMpFlXlz8jnYndhdfciRKt-0aoBDUfC5mJe_Eg/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675457438313924178" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdV8-3XRdloy3gd7eU09ZWbCWRU8EX1fLs013sqf8V3LEYxfvhgbQwO4flzM_-ofd7RzBNx-dRoEMOChaFVcsACq0ueRRLMpFlXlz8jnYndhdfciRKt-0aoBDUfC5mJe_Eg/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /></a>WOW! What a "butte"! :)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIuewRyEnJKT3-Y5Nv625AScwAC3WxDJb929EY4hvdweTo5EZlU4WGVMUvsDWbsr3hOxKAAJX8ezN6wF0SUJKGNkmuwfA9yFlV_9wuQe_zBhoe7eJeiXwLpe1DHW4ebg5pg/s1600/DSC02137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675456499752171810" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIuewRyEnJKT3-Y5Nv625AScwAC3WxDJb929EY4hvdweTo5EZlU4WGVMUvsDWbsr3hOxKAAJX8ezN6wF0SUJKGNkmuwfA9yFlV_9wuQe_zBhoe7eJeiXwLpe1DHW4ebg5pg/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /></a>Golly, these must be the black hills we always read about!</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-62696610600736582572011-11-16T00:56:00.004-04:002011-11-16T03:46:38.289-04:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_lMAN1I4CedTq9KRqCKlx0UBgFaRNfZIam47WM72dFDE2lv5nptFNnS42OA0oyjGAx_exR2lgu8D2N97k7iEPsJTCuvqgZthEsy9-LPT61Te0vK0Zb9lTqLJJL0JUEbMPg/s1600/DSC02144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675454002187620674" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_lMAN1I4CedTq9KRqCKlx0UBgFaRNfZIam47WM72dFDE2lv5nptFNnS42OA0oyjGAx_exR2lgu8D2N97k7iEPsJTCuvqgZthEsy9-LPT61Te0vK0Zb9lTqLJJL0JUEbMPg/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /></a>This was such a cool overlook!!</div><div align="center">'Course, we realized just moments further down the road that we actually over looked... the over look... with all the cool stairs... and super amazing view... *sigh* </div><div align="center">lol<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-10715862849354697232011-11-15T23:54:00.005-04:002011-11-16T03:46:13.760-04:00<div><div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkzgGbPd49_23nK5TlQCOUauyYZh_ntDEYtk-EccH6y9ana9BmAVcemvs-y7ngtHduZEWRR6_nrV3IIuqOJVNnKE_aD9b7IbFHEvdnoKWSPVedIX5N3_BW0tli6Q4hOd6nw/s1600/DSC02149.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 241px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675450904480610002" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkzgGbPd49_23nK5TlQCOUauyYZh_ntDEYtk-EccH6y9ana9BmAVcemvs-y7ngtHduZEWRR6_nrV3IIuqOJVNnKE_aD9b7IbFHEvdnoKWSPVedIX5N3_BW0tli6Q4hOd6nw/s320/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">See this? God thought of it.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKkuw1h-YJItUmBlilwJlOX-RKN-2_HUFdpm3p0YANtdjGJFmWIT6FllN9VCsb2QO0MxpjtFEcJyyKHalbnVcXLGCm78PYuHNQuY0vSaDCxbXlQRN5hQVDB9jvD2SGOMQ4Q/s1600/DSC02154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675440331604717314" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKkuw1h-YJItUmBlilwJlOX-RKN-2_HUFdpm3p0YANtdjGJFmWIT6FllN9VCsb2QO0MxpjtFEcJyyKHalbnVcXLGCm78PYuHNQuY0vSaDCxbXlQRN5hQVDB9jvD2SGOMQ4Q/s320/DSC02154.JPG" border="0" /></a>As we drove, it became more and more Narnia-like as the snow began to fly and the mountains became more other-worldly... wow.</div><div>Unfortunately, I had a rather difficult time capturing just how dramatic everything was... in fact, these just aren't doing the scenes justice at all.</div><div>Work with me though, and try to imagine something like those winter scenes in New Zealand. :)<br /></div><div><br /><div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br />I wish you all could have overheard our awesome conversation in the van as we drove through these mountains in Montana. How amazing it is that each of<br />the rocks and hills and craggy mountain sides were placed specifically by God and came out of His imagination! And how one could climb up to the top of<br />any of these mountains and just take in the intricacies of everything in sight: every cave or break in the rocks of the mountains,<br />every grassy slope, every ripple of water which might be trickling down the side of a cliff face or descending amidst coarsely shaped rocks and grasses.<br />Then... to turn around and climb down the mountain side<br />and wander over to a grassy slope and sit down to take in yet more beauty... all the while spending each moment delighting in the Presence of God,<br />having the coolest and most wonderful conversations with Him. I didn't even know places like this existed in North America... and we haven't even made it<br />to Yellowstone Park yet! But oh, how much more lovely it will be to do all these things in our eternal home!<br /><br />I will leave you with this update of our whereabouts :) as we continue, driving into the night along the Idaho highways. Oh wait! We're officially in Wyoming now! Yay! Goodnight and God bless you each!<br />In Christ, Miriam</div></div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-90144624706567668612011-07-23T21:58:00.008-03:002011-07-23T22:47:10.591-03:00<div align="center">Revival P.E.I. 2011 has begun!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK42SCql0xLEspNccsMGitD3aIcTej9-4vcOlIoQ3QT5usZVNP-dX1iskRoAPHN7PUfW-tv-dhM1GIFjuASmy9MWLKoiylpThwiGVpbwFFMnUs0sLbnf13qrgancMhXR3OYQ/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632717515578520626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK42SCql0xLEspNccsMGitD3aIcTej9-4vcOlIoQ3QT5usZVNP-dX1iskRoAPHN7PUfW-tv-dhM1GIFjuASmy9MWLKoiylpThwiGVpbwFFMnUs0sLbnf13qrgancMhXR3OYQ/s400/DSC_0703.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Hallelujah!! Blessed be the name of our Lord Jesus! </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Tonight was the first night of prayer for revival (officially :) and I am already blown away... I just have such assurance that God does in fact want to, and will answer our requests. It's an amazing thing, but I just know that He will. :) His heart is so much more for revival than ours and He longs to pour down the rain of righteousness on our land. He desires that we would turn from our wicked ways and repent that times of refreshing would come! </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Oh Lord Jesus, come and bring righteousness to our lands.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Tonight was so encouraging for me personally, because as a few of us went out to the fields to pray before the night started, we started to catch a glimpse of what God does want to do for PEI and the rest of the U.S. and Canada... and then throughout the course of the prayer meeting tonight, very nearly every thing we had prayed about while walking was reiterated by others who weren't with us! Such encouragement that God heard and will answer!</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So for all those who have been praying and holding on to a hope from the Lord... maybe parents who have been praying earnestly for your sons and daughters to come back to Jesus, or maybe for those holding on to the hope that God will restore righteousness to the land... for all those with seemingly unanswered prayer, remember: God has heard. God will answer and is even now working out all details whether or not you can see them. And the best response is praise. Let us assume the best of God and praise Him with faith that He will do the thing we have asked of Him. Please hold on.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Also, the thing most necessary for us individually, is to be totally clean before God. We really must keep short accounts with Him, where we come back and repent every time we sin against Him... every time we think a wrong thought or say something direspectful to someone, or something hurtful, any time we fall into our regular sins... </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">True revival comes when we confess our sins openly to God and don't hold anything back from Him.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">"Thank You Jesus that You are coming back quickly and that when You come, You will restore justice and truth and You will be vindicated before all men. I just can't wait to see You! Please make me ready no matter what, for when You return... I so want to be able to run <em>into</em> Your arms, not away. Come Lord Jesus." </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">May the Lord greatly bless all of you and even though you may not be able to get here in person, I praise God that you are here in spirit :) and I just pray that God will revive you also, no matter how far away you are! God bless you!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Sincerely and with love in my dear Jesus, Miriam :)</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Oh! And please know that if you specifically want prayer for anything, maybe something that we can lift up to the Lord during our meetings if you can't make it personally, or anything at all, please let me know or send a note through our website and we'll pray! </div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37141977.post-26058832505889894522011-05-04T21:23:00.003-03:002011-05-04T21:36:34.602-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBpZ7KDlQqSyJmjJBDZ10ObxrS5tMf_KSa8jwLPBL5RH-jm7o5xH2uII1pxlMey-zUltTQWlBhy02PkPWl-feieGLiln5EnNU6sx3kj_8dcHAXwUwKpKFO1OPIq4ug_BHDg/s1600/DSC00685.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBpZ7KDlQqSyJmjJBDZ10ObxrS5tMf_KSa8jwLPBL5RH-jm7o5xH2uII1pxlMey-zUltTQWlBhy02PkPWl-feieGLiln5EnNU6sx3kj_8dcHAXwUwKpKFO1OPIq4ug_BHDg/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603021337386891698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Praise God!! He has just provided our new trailer!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And these are the guys who helped us! :)</div>Miriam Petrofskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07466699765955834310noreply@blogger.com6