A sunset overlooking the ocean with feet touching the edge of cliffs that plunge down to the frozen waters is one of the most memorable times God has given me since I've moved to Newfoundland. The calmness of the ever present wind and the clearness of the sky had me lying down on my back in the grass once the sun had dipped below the rocky horizon. Gulls soared effortlessly on currents of air, hardly making a sound as they passed down to lower ledges out of sight. A star shone brightly in the dusky sky, a flat iceberg we were, and still are, unsure of how to classify floated on the surface of the dark salty water. This was where I'd come and I thank God for it every single day.
However we need to backup from this image and discover that I was lying on the cliffs of Bell Island and not the main island of Newfoundland. It was the evening of Good Friday, a day that'd started out with a church service following with a wonderful potluck. Word spread like a wildfire that we were going on a small road trip, hopping a ferry and exploring the small island fifteen minutes from St. John's. There was doubt and slight chaos threatening to leave us stranded in St. John's, but we pushed on and seven of us ended up braving the windy ferry and traversing up a path to build a fire in woods that enclosed all around us. Hot dogs were cooked and smoke signals were formed before we smothered the coals and headed back to the cars.
Driving to the coast of the island with a small white lighthouse brought us to the point I'd introduced at the beginning of this post. Watching the guys toss rocks and wood off the cliffs concluded our dusk experience before we headed off to what Keegan called "Richard's fish and chips". Upon arriving we discovered it was actually "Dicks's fish and chips." And no....I did not add an extra "s" there. Newfoundland...enough said.<3
Boarding a much smaller ferry than what we'd arrived on, we headed back to St. John's and traveled up to Signal hill to look at the stars only to find clouds covering the once clear sky. The cities lights made up for it however and had I brought my camera along and been prepared for this trip (wearing holey converse wasn't my best decision either) I would have had a better picture with Keegan's head not blocking half the picture.
And thus concluded our trip to Bell Island.
Which only kicked off the Easter weekend. Nicole arrived at my doorstep carrying a bag I could hardly lift, filled with ingredients to begin our baking spree for Easter dinner on Sunday. Amazing nacho's with a lentil mixture were created followed by three hours of creating two pumpkin pies and an apple pie. Going to bed with a horrid headache I awoke struggling to keep whatever was in my stomach down. Crawling to the bathroom I forced myself into the shower and prepared for the day wondering if I'd make it out the door alive. Taking doses of gravol and pepto bismal only had me falling asleep in the chair while waiting for a drive. But I made it and Nicole, Julia and I slaved over a hot stove the afternoon following church, having a time. The mountain of food we had left after eating and cleaning guaranteed three of us a meal for the entire week. Needless to say Easter was memorable and it ended with a good hour and a half spent alone in my room with God.
It never ceases to amaze me how he blesses me with all that he has; the loving family he's given me, the situations I've been put through, the living situation he's put me in, the blessed friend's he's brought me to, and most of all the Son he sent for me and the rest of the world.
God Bless.
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