Hello, Everyone. I'm still here. I can't believe I haven't posted in so long. During the month of April, we didn't have an internet connection. Our first service in Kenora was May 2. We jumped in with both feet and have been running ever since. God has blessed us with so much. We were able to find a beautiful home to rent and our new church family sacrifice much to furnish it for us. It still amazes us that we are here. God is so good.

Our new church family is wonderful! They have shown us so much love it is easy to love them back. I'm getting used to hearing Keith called "Pastor," although, I don't think I'll ever get used to being called "Mrs. Loveless" by adults.

Kenora is a beautiful place to live. I can now get to church without the GPS and I think I know how to get to the mall. We've figured out how to use the church photo copier, although, we still can't get it to print; I've learned how to make the bulletin; and I've fumbled my way through a new nursery schedule. I'm well on my way to being a "certified" pastor's wife/church secretary :o)

Victory Baptist Church meets in rented facilities and beginning in June we will be meeting in the Norman Community Center for all services. Please pray with us that God will provide a permanent meeting place. Our Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills (and Kenora probably has about that many hills:) so we have faith that He will provide just the right property at just the right time.

As a missionary, I had heard a lot about culture shock. Although Kenora is a northern tourist community, and I'm used to urban Southern Ontario; we really have little culture shock. But nobody ever warned me that after two years on the road, getting back to a "normal" household routine (if that's possible in the ministry) would be the greatest shock of all. Sunday morning as I was getting breakfast, I realized I hadn't planned anything for lunch. I grabbed a roast out of the freezer (another gift from our new friends) and thawed it a little and put it in the crock pot on high. I prayed all the way through church that it would be cooked when we got home (gotta have faith). I was disappointed to found that the house was lacking in the tantalizing smell of cooking roast. My hubby found the roast completely uncooked -- in my rush, I had forgotten to plug in the crock pot!

At least my family is used to my scatter-brained ways. Hopefully, my new church family will also get used to me. At least everyone will have a new reason to laugh! Besides....