Wednesday, September 26, 2018

The Lord is Good


Yesterday didn't turn out as we had planned.
As I was heading out to pick up Chloe from 
work at the Child Care Centre,
Emilee got a phone call from the real estate 
agent that is in charge of the house that Laine has
rented for their future home. 



She told Emilee that the smoke we could see 
in the sky was from the area the house was in,
so she might want to go and check it out and
make sure all was good (Laine was at work).

So, Dave and Emilee high tailed it over there
and Chloe and I followed. 


The fire was quite close to the back of the house
and quite a few houses on that road. 
So, Dave was able to join 2 hoses and start wetting down
the dry grass and putting out the encroaching flames. 



The Lord was good and kept the fire from getting
out of hand, and even sent a water bombing helicopter
overhead to dump a load of water which helped immensely!



I didn't have my 'real' camera with me
but was able to shoot away with my phone. 

Today the fire has moved on but is still 
a threat to other homes in the area,
but the Lord is good to his people and we are thankful
that God kept Emilee and Laine's future little nest safe. 



I have uploaded a short video of snippets 
of the fire and even the water bombing! 



Monday, September 24, 2018


Our Trip

Day Six



Well, day six is finally here for you
to enjoy the excitement of that day! 

The day started off getting that little bit cooler,
and seeing me take a quick family selfie. 

Maddy and I took a turn at tackling 
a sand dune or two. 
We made it over them, but the old cruiser was
a bit all over the road (due to no anti sway bar),
so we were happy to hand the wheel back to Dave. 
(plus, I wanted to take pictures).

Maddy also got to drive across Gravity Lake,
a huge claypan. 




We crossed hundreds (or so it seemed)
of sand dunes on day six. There were quite a 
few soft ones that had us taking a second go,
but Emilee showed us up by making it the first time 
on one sand dune that had our friends and us both 
going back for a second attempt. Hmmf! 


The big claypan was interesting to walk out on.
Full of animal tracks and crunchy dried clay. 
It really did crunch underfoot. 


It was also very windy and Emilee 
had to chase her hat quite a distance after
it decided to do a runner! 


Anyway, we kept on and climbed up and 
over numerous dunes. 
At one point, Chloe and I decided that
it would be great to ride on the top of the cruiser
to really take in the view. And we weren't disappointed!
It was actually a smoother ride up there. 


And some more of the road...……


And a little more....


I climbed off and let Maddie have a turn too. 


There were many beautiful flowers along
the way that I tried to make sure I photographed
each and every different type.
(some were taken out the window in a blur
when we couldn't stop) 



About this time we noticed Emilee's front
diff leaking, but we pushed on. 
We met more travellers as we headed south
and Chloe got a hand at driving across another dry lake bed. 


This was VERY scary as Maddy and I decided 
to hop up on the roof. BAD IDEA! 
We were very nearly thrown off!
It didn't help that Chloe couldn't see well enough over the 
steering wheel or that the cruiser had a definite drift
to her. Well, we survived, but were happy to get down onto
solid ground. 

And if you're wondering what I have a picture of a belt for,
well, I just wanted you to see that I had breakages too! 
My trusty belt turned out not so trusty, and I had 
to do a Territory style fix. Cable Ties! 
Where would we be without them?


Well, once we got to well 42, 
we stopped to assess Emilee's leaking diff. 
And we found, interestingly enough,
that 4 bolts had totally snapped off,
1 was totally stripped,
and there were only 5 remaining. 
That and it was pouring out oil onto the ground. 
(sorry to the earth lovers, we may have left
some not so 'green' oil on the ground)


Well, that helped us decide where to camp
that night. RIGHT THERE! 

Dave and Kon, with help from Emilee,
began the difficult task of diagnosing,
deciding, and repairing the damage. 
We didn't have any spare bolts the right size with us,
so the old fencing wire came out
(thanks to Dave's upbringing, you don't leave home
without it) and they were able to cobb and co
the diff up. If Emilee didn't put it into 
4WD, we'd be right! Also, every hour or so of travel,
Dave would climb underneath the ute and retighten the 
continually loosened bolts. 

It was very oily, messy work, so we set 
up the shower so the fellas could at least wash some
of the oil and dust off before bed. 


An interesting day had ended and 
we had made it another 100km. 
Praying started in earnest on my part
as each little bump, or corrugate 
had me praying that God would hold those remaining 
bolts in so we wouldn't be left stranded. 

But, God is good and he held things together.
There was even 2 instances where Dave actually
found a bolt, just the right size on the ground 
at different campsites, that he was able to use
(one was used on our battery mount, as one had 
rattled off, and it was just the right size) 


And so the saga continues...………….
See you on day seven! 

Friday, September 21, 2018


“BUT GOD—”

One of my favourite preachers of old,
is Vance Havner. 
I read this sermon of his this morning,
and wanted to share it. 


IN the second chapter of Ephesians the inspired writer sets before us a marvellous contrast. In the
first three verses he describes our wretched
 state apart from the grace of God. He piles one
phrase upon another to picture 
our lost and undone condition.

 We were “dead in trespasses and
sins”; we walked “according to the course of this 
world, according to the prince of the
power of the air, the spirit that now worketh
 in the children of disobedience”; we “had our
conversation (lit., manner of life) in times past in 
the lusts of our flesh, fulfilling the desires
of the flesh and of the mind”; we “were by nature
 the children of wrath, even as others.”

Can you imagine a more formidable array of 
words, a more terrible stacking of expressions to
declare the state of mortal man apart from redeeming grace? 
Now if the writer had stopped there,
if no more could be said, if we were left shut up 
in those dismal phrases, then life would be but
another name for death and earth but the anteroom to hell.

But verse four opens with two words that spell the difference between life and death, between sin
and salvation, between heaven and hell: “But God—”!

Sin was black, but God came in and God is light;
Satan was powerful but God came in, and God is almighty!
Man was lost, but God came in and God found him!
Man was under wrath, but God came in and God is love!

The course of history revolves around these precious words.

- There was a day when the earth was without
 form and void, but God said, “Let there be
light,” and there was light.

- There was a day when “the wickedness
 of man was great in the earth, and . . . every
imagination of the thoughts of his heart was
 only evil continually,” but God chose
Noah and gave the race a new start.

- There was a day when again men forgot
 God and walked by sight, but God called
Abraham to set out not knowing whither he went,
 looking for a city which hath
foundations, whose builder and maker is God.

- There was a day when the chosen people languished under Egyptian bondage, but God
called Moses to endure as seeing Him who is invisible.

- There was a day when the backsliding people
 hung their harps on willows in foreign
exile, but God raised up Ezekiel and Daniel.

- There was a day when it seemed that heaven
 had ceased speaking to earth, but God
returned on the banks of Jordan to thunder
 through the voice of John the Baptist.

And then there was the day of all days when
 man wallowed in sin without a Saviour, groped in
darkness without light, struggled in bondage 
without redemption, but God sent forth His Son to
live and die and live again, the Just for the unjust, 
the Sinless for sinners, God for man!

Since that glad day, no matter how low the 
clouds have hung, no matter how dark the night, nor
dreary the age, just when everything has 
seemed hopeless, history has always turned a corner
with those blessed words, “But God—.”

- There came a day when the early church 
seemed to face an impenetrable Gentile world,
but God struck down a rebel on the Damascus road
 to make Saul of Tarsus the spearhead
of world evangelization.

- There came a time when the Bible was 
chained, and superstition took the place of the
gospel, but God called Wycliffe and Tyndale 
to loosen His Word in the 
language of the common people.

- There came a day when ecclesiasticism 
threatened to choke the church and when
ignorance bound millions in the clutches of the law,
 but God touched a miserable monk,
worn out with trying to earn his own salvation, 
and Martin Luther rose in the strength of
the Lord to declare, “The just shall live by faith!”

- Again, there came a time when the notes 
of free grace were lost in an age of worldliness
and the church had lost the spirit of power in the
 lap of Delilah, but God woke up another
groping preacher, and John Wesley warmed 
his heart at Luther’s fire and went out on
horseback to carry the gospel to a needy world.

There never has been an age so hopeless but that just when it looked as though the devil had had
the last word and hell had turned
 the tables on heaven, the historian has
 always been able to turn
a new page and write at the top, “But God—.”

And although we live in the midst of world 
apostasy, the world’s Saturday night will turn into
God’s good-morning, for in that blackest hour
 just before daylight everything may seem to be
lost, but God is coming in the Person 
of His Son to receive from the world His own.

What is true in general has been true in particular 
in the experience of individual believers.
In the darkest hour, those who trust in the Lord have been able to turn from distress to Deity and say, “But God—.”

The Psalmist laments of enemies who speak evil of him, who wonder when he will die and his
name perish, who say an evil disease cleaves to him. 
But from such a sad plight he turns to cry,

“But thou, O Lord—” (Psalm 41:4-10).
Again, he groans in affliction: His days are consumed, 
his bones burned, he is like a pelican of
the wilderness, an owl of the desert, a sparrow alone upon the housetop. Thus he moans over his sad state, but he turns presently to cry, “But thou, O Lord, shalt endure forever”
 (Psalm 102:1-12).

Jeremiah pines in his Lamentation over the pitiful 
state of the land, in eighteen verses of pure
misery (Lamentations 5: 1-18) but he turns to rejoice, crying, “Thou, O Lord, remainest forever.”

Micah paints a picture of times so dismal that he reminds us of Elijah under the juniper: The good man is perished; the rulers are in sinful collusion, not even friends, not even wives may be
trusted. Then he turns upward with,
 “Therefore I will look unto the Lord; I will wait for the
God of my salvation: my God will hear me.”
 All else fails . . . but God!

As you look back over your life,
 I am sure that you have occasion to thank God for the
unnumbered times when everything else had failed, 
but God came to the rescue.

Health had broken — but God!
Your friends had deceived you — but God!
Business had failed—but God!
Loved ones had passed away—but God!

And right there is the shame of our lives today,
 that when God has proved Himself again and
again a very present help in time of trouble,
 we should leave Him out of our calculations and
measure our undertakings without reckoning 
on that unseen factor—But God. 

Too often He is a last resort, and prayer is a final 
expedient, as with the elderly woman who in her illness was told,
“You must trust God,” and who replied, 
“Has it come to that?”

- We “reason” among ourselves “because we have no bread,”
 and forget Him who spreads a table in the wilderness.

- We measure the situation by the size of the
 enemy and forget to say, as did King Asa,
“Lord, it is nothing with thee to help, 
whether with many, or with them that have no power.”

- We decide just about how much we can or cannot 
do and be, and we limit it all with the
old alibis, “Yes, but my family—”; 
“Yes, but my nerves—”; “Yes, but my
circumstances—.” Why not put it the other way, “Yes, but God!”
“If God be for us, who can be against us?”

What if everybody has failed us so that we must say 
with Paul, “No man stood with me, but all
men forsook me”? Let us move on with him and say, “Notwithstanding, the Lord stood with
me”! What if men do conspire against us? Let us say 
to them as did Joseph to his brethren: “Ye
thought evil against me; but God meant it for good!” 

So may our experiences begin like the
Negro spiritual, “Nobody knows de trouble I see,” but end as it ends with, “Glory, glory, hallelujah.”

Adoniram Judson caught a vision of evangelizing Burma. “Impossible,” you say. Certainly, if you leave out God.

Moody, starting to England on his first evangelistic mission, said, “I go to win ten thousand souls to Jesus Christ.”
 “Impossible,” do you say? Yes, . . . but God!

Why do we today not follow in the train of these giants of old? 
We are afraid—afraid to attempt
great things for God and expect great things from God.

 Moses argued with the Almighty in such
terms as these: “Yes, but I am not eloquent; yes, but they will not listen to me.” God answered,
“Say . . . I AM hath sent me unto you.” In other words, 
it is as if the Lord said, “It is not a
matter of who you are but of who I AM.” 

So in our unworthiness, let us, like Amos of old, say,
“I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet’s son: but I was a herdman, and a gatherer of sycamore fruit:
 And the Lord took me.” Nothing in myself . . . but God!
To the sinner, let this picture reveal your lost condition. 

Read these terrific verses in
 Ephesians 2:1-3 again.

- You may seem to be very much alive, 
but God says you are “dead in trespasses and sins.”

- You may be moral and idealistic, but God says you walk “according to the course of this world.”

- You may recognize the fact of God and His Christ,
 but God says you walk “according
to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience.”

- You may seem decent and respectable and claim
 to be a character of integrity, but if you
are without Christ, God says your manner of life 
is in the lusts of the flesh and mind.

- You may talk of the fatherhood of God
 and deny the fact of hell and judgment, but God
says you are a child of wrath even as others.
But, thank God, the Scripture does not end there.

- Wretched may be your state and hopeless your 
condition, but God has done something about it.

- Black indeed was the night of sin, but God sent 
His Son to be the Light of the world.

- Grievous indeed was our bondage to sin, 
but God sent His Son to be our deliverer.

- Awful indeed was the guilt of sin,
 but God sent His Son to be our substitute.

- Sin has abounded, but God has seen to it
 that grace did much more abound.

And if in simple faith we turn from sin to this 
Saviour and receive Him, then the rest of this
precious passage becomes our own: “But God, who 
is rich in mercy, for his great love
wherewith he loved us, even when we were 
dead in sins, hath quickened us together with
Christ (by grace ye are saved;) and hath raised us up
 together, and made us sit together in
heavenly places in Christ Jesus: that in the ages to 
come he might show the exceeding
riches of his grace, in his kindness toward us,
 through Christ Jesus” (Ephesians 2:4-7).

No human merit could earn this blessing; no works of the flesh could purchase this treasure, “for
by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves:
 it is the gift of God” (vs. 8).

How blessed to be able to say,
- “Once I was blind, but God touched me.
- Once I was lost, but God found me.
- Once I was under wrath, but God loved me.
- Once I was under guilt, but God forgave me.
- Once I was dead, but God gave me life.
- Once I walked according to the course of this 
world, but God turned me and now I walk
as He walked.

- Once I walked according to the prince of
 the power of the air, but God stopped me, and
now I follow the Prince of peace.

- Once I had my manner of life in the lusts 
of the flesh and mind, but God gave me a new
life, and Christ liveth in me.

- Once I was by nature the child of wrath,
 but God has begotten me into the family of love.”

And all of this is the free gift of grace if 
one will by faith in God’s Son come to that second
birthday, the beginning of a new life that opens with those two precious words: “But God . . .”

***

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Maddy's New Wheels 



 Well, since Maddy got her license recently,
she has been searching the world
 (well, not quite) for a car! 

After looking far and near, she found this
old girl in Darwin. 
Just what she wanted!
An 80 series Landcruiser Wagon



And an added bonus for Dave, 
it was chockers full of recovery 
gear, a fridge slide, spare parts etc etc
(that he kindly bought back off her)
It also came with a huge boom box
that is totally unrealistic, so that will 
be Gumtreed! and drawers in the back
and storage boxes in the centre 
(which Dave also kindly took)
roof rack, storage tube, 2 light bars, snorkel,
and a UHF radio, a winch and other little goodies,
like power windows!! (first time for a Holmes car)
and air con!!! And it's cold too!!! 



I got to do the maiden voyage honours
and bring the 'sweet ride' back from Darwin. 

This 4WD is already fitted out for travel, 
so Simpson Desert here we come! 
Well, maybe not for a while yet. Sigh. 


Anyway, that brings our Toyota quota for the 
extended family up once again. 

At present it stands as such:

One 45 series 
Two 60 series
Two 80 series
One 75 series
One 79 series

All Landcruisers!!

And also Two Toyota Hiluxes
And a Toyota HiAce
And a Toyota Coaster
(we won't mention the non-Toyotas in the family)

OH WHAT A FEELING! 

Thursday, September 13, 2018


Our Trip

Day Five 



Well, day five rolled around and found
us letting the tyres down just that little bit more,
and checking out little loose things underneath
the cruiser and heading south. 



In the first half hour, we met up with our first lot of vehicles heading
north. We found it interesting checking out
other people's vehicles and gear as they went by,
and I'm sure they were left scratching their heads
as to why we would take a 30 year old 60 series
on such a difficult adventure. 
You never know, if you never go! 



I couldn't get enough of the beautiful creamy white 
spinifex, waving in the breeze 
(although squatting on a spinifex is NOT fun!),
definitely better from a distance. 



Once again, the country was ever-changing,
ranging from sand dunes to corrugates to rocky sections,
large open plains, and more sand dunes. 


Once in a while we'd see a little critter
scampering off into the bush,
trying to get away from the crazy lady with the camera. 



We only really came across some 'mountains'
on day five. They were beautiful and majestic
and an amazing burnt orange colour. 



The day started out quite windy and the weather
was getting colder as we ventured further south. 

As I said previously,
most of the 51 wells are in disrepair,
but as I love old and antique things,
I enjoyed exploring it all. 

Generally, as you came up to an old well,
it pretty much looked like these photos. 
You'd have an old 44 gallon drum with the well 
number written or punched out on it,
then maybe a couple of the old water carrying
buckets, and a long tin trough. 

 
Sometimes there would be some plaques nailed to old
parts of the wells dedicated to someone or some group
who had helped with the restoration work,
or sometimes they would tell of some historical fact. 



Then you would have a very small tin sign that
you would try not to miss, telling you which 
fork of the road to take to get to a particular well. 




And here are some more photos of more 
of the route. Sorry to post so many, 
but I just can't get enough of it,
and I'm leaving out so many, believe me!






You get an idea of the isolation of the area
and the amazing feat of carving out a stock route
so many years ago without the machines that we have now.

The actual stock route is 1850km long,
so try doing that on camels! 
Hats off to those early pioneers. 


There were plenty of sand dunes to take on
and by the end of it, Emilee was a pro
(doing almost all of them in 2 wheel drive,
as you'll find out why later)


Along the way, we came across quite
a few vehicles that didn't make it. 
This particular ute had a crack right through
the chassis. It wasn't going anywhere. 
Dave was checking out all the scrap metal,
which I kindly reminded him, he COULDN'T
take home with him to recycle! 


As it got closer to the end of the day, 
we would stop and pick up firewood
to use for that night's campfire. 

Often, that was mine and Dave's job as we 
could easily chuck it on the roof. 
Or, we would stop and pick up the firewood
that had fallen off the back of Emilee's ute. 


So, day five found us making it from well 49
to well 45, where we camped for the night. 
No shower, as this well was not restored.
(we basically showered every 3 days or so
and got used to being pretty grotty in between)

I took out the lensball and played around with it a little. 



Sometimes the girls would let their little friends 
brush their hair, which was a painful experience.
Emilee didn't participate in that, understandably, 
but the little friends liked to use her hair as 
a 'horsey' tail, and brush Emilee's face or boots or whatever
with her long plait. What's a little more sand and dust in the 
already dirty hair? 


I made a lovely damper which we lathered in
butter and dripping golden syrup.
Funny thing is, unintentionally, I had brought
with me the CSR brand. 
Get it? Canning Stock Route? CSR. 
Well, I thought it was funny. 



Well, day five was pretty uneventful
when it came to parts rattling loose etc,
and it was a lovely scenic day. 


Travelling in the vast outback, only reinforces
the fact that we are just a small speck 
in God's magnificent creation, and yet He chooses to 
shower down His mercy and grace upon us,
although undeserved, and He gives us the opportunity
to view a small portion of the beauty around us,
and marvel at His wondrous works. 



"The world is a book,
and those who do not travel,
read only one page"

"I haven't been everywhere,
but it's on my list" 


To be continued...…………..