I don’t know why but these last couple of days I have been missing Saskatchewan a lot. I know that I often say that their news reporters on tv are rather cheesy and that there is nothing really great out there… but I still miss this place so much. Just Saturday, I was talking with a friend who grew up in Saskatchewan, about the sky that is just like nowhere else I’ve seen. I talked about the walks I would go for in the morning right when the sun was waking up with all its splenndor and colors. I remember how much awe God put into my heart just by looking at the sky, either in the morning or in the evening with the northern lights… or just during the day; the clouds are so pretty sometimes. I miss going for walks in little Hepburn. When I think of this time of the year, I can say that I still miss it out there. I remember that I would go home at night so discouraged about the crazy freezing wind, I remember that I would just feel like resting a little in the middle of the road because I was too cold to keep going… I miss it today. I miss the early morning, especially when it would be Youth Advance and I’d have to be in the kitchen around 6:30-7am, when I’d have snow up to my knees, walking on main street. I miss the people that made this place (and are still making) what Bethany College is. I miss the little life I had there. Lots of frustrations, lots of challenges, lots of laughs and joy and tears.

I miss the freedom I felt and the privillege to walk quietly or speak out loud to God in between fields. Now life is different and that’s why I miss Saskatchewan. You see, Montreal is a big city and some may think that is it a place where you’re really free of doing whatever and there is so much to do… but for me, it’s the oposite. I feel more like in a cage or something, I miss “wide open spaces” as the country song goes.

The purpose of this post? Not sure. Maybe so that people in Saskatchewan reading this post would not take the beauties of their little place for granted… and for me, to thank God again for those two years I spent there… and thank Him for my today too. Because I am sure that at one point in my life, I will look back to my years in Montreal and think that they were the “good old days” to some extent.