When Pauline and I first arrived in Canada it was a struggle. We lived in a little cottage in the Big Woods and barely survived our first two winters.
I had a single pair of shoes in which I worked and then polished up on Sundays to preach. I got another pair of preaching shoes but I continued to work in my first pair. At the end of year three (1977) this is what they looked like.
I could have thrown them in the trash but I felt that they deserved to be bronzed and handed to my grand-children as a remembrance of the early years when Pauline and I were still "colonists".
If ever I am tempted to become complacent or unthankful for God's blessings in my life I can always take a trip to the basement and remind myself of the road that Pauline and I started down nearly forty years ago.
Moses did something like that when he kept a pot of manna from the forty year journey in the wilderness.
Perhaps the Lord was saying:
"If you forget me when you are eating well in the land of milk and honey I can always put you back on bread and water!"
Maybe you are going through your own hard times. Don't stop trusting God, look for a memento and, in a few years time, you will have a story to tell.
Ian
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