Giving Thanks for Summer Blessings

In continuing to write about my summer, Thanksgiving weekend afforded a wonderful time to reflect on God’s gifts and blessings to us this summer. This will be a post mostly in pictures and in nowise all-inclusive, but it is posted with a heart full of thanks to my Heavenly Father!

I’m thankful for each person with whom I spent my summer days.

For summer jobs…

For little ones and water.

I’m thankful for one pair of crocs worn right through–proof that one energetic little boy had a fun, active summer.

I’m thankful for summer camp-outs–though they had to wait till past their bedtime for darkness.

I’m so thankful for my dear daughter Megan who is also a sister in Christ!

We raised chickens again–hadn’t for several years—now I’m thankful for our own eggs.

Any animals or fowl that came by this summer were instantly befriended.

I’m thankful for summer sun and summer  colour.

I’m thankful for food to preserve for the winter months; for helpers and energy to do the work.

O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever. 1 Chronicles 16:34


I’ve been really quiet here this summer—not that life hasn’t been full, giving me lots to write about. Perhaps you won’t mind if I write about it in past tense?

On June 9, 2017, we celebrated our oldest son Andrew’s high school graduation.

Along with several home school families, we planned a special evening of dinner, photo shoots, singing, speeches and many congratulations.

Here is a picture of the grade 12 graduates in their baby days.

How encouraging it has been to walk this home school journey with these families.

This also marks my twelve and a half year career as Teacher-Mom; 12  1/2 years of God’s grace displayed in our lives.


Andrew has always been a determined, hardworking, hands-on person with a variety of interests. He was never content to just write down an answer; he had to make sure he understood.


He is our oldest and with that comes a journey of firsts: blessed privileges but also the fumblings and bumblings of finding our way.

So, despite being a super proud mom, I spent some days in June with tears pleading for more of God’s grace. That God would forgive the times I’d gotten frustrated and failed miserably. That He would restore the areas I’d fallen short, when I wasn’t who I should’ve been and didn’t do what I should’ve done.

That God would continue to give me grace to be a good mom to this fine, capable nearly-adult young man.

Grace to press on and both be found faithful in His service…unto forever.

He only is my rock and my salvation: He is my defence; I shall not be moved. Psalm 62:1,2

I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; I will keep my eyes always on the Lord. Psalm 16:7,8

Pelee Island

Last Wednesday evening at the Leamington dock–a 15 minute drive from our place– we boarded the Jimaan Ferry and sailed the 13 kilometers to Pelee Island.

Thursday Jake, Andrew & Christopher replaced a window for a customer. The rest of us stayed at the cottage where, I, in the breezy sun-room, conquered my writer’s block, praise the Lord. =)

Pelee Island is the largest inhabited island of the Lake Erie Archipelago, a cluster of islands in the western Lake Erie basin. This tear-drop shaped island is approximately 4,400 hectares in size and is the only Canadian island in the basin that is inhabited year-round.

The southerly climate provides a haven for a myriad of unique and rare-to-Canada plants and animals, and is a stepping stone for over 250 species of migrating birds that cross the lake each spring and fall.  The newest bird frequenting the island is the Pelican, originally from Florida. We weren’t allowed to get too close to them lest we disturb their nests.

Flock of pelicans on the Fish Point sandbar

Saturday morning we enjoyed an adventurous tour of the perimeter of the island on a Zodiac rescue boat.

The island was beautiful, but we couldn’t go too close to its shallow shores. We went as far south as Middle Island, the most southern point of Canada.

Joshua’s wind-blown hairstyle

Walking the Fox Pond Trail

The island has approximately 300 year-round residents who make their living farming, working in the winery, renting out their cottages, etc. I was blessed by the slower pace and the friendly people; you rarely passed a person who didn’t smile and wave.

The islanders were tickled that hundreds of people came to celebrate Canada’s 150th birthday. I’m thankful to live in a great country like Canada, and I praise God for the freedoms He gives.

 Happy 150th Birthday, Canada!

“God keep our land glorious and free.”

O Canada, I pray for thee.