Dear Friends,

We have good news … in keeping with the spirit of this Advent season as a time of expectant waiting and preparation — we have been ‘seeking,’ ‘knocking,’ and ‘listening’ to which we heard — “you must close a door to allow a new door to open,” “STOP,” and “Know Me”.  

As of today we are ‘on sabbatical' so to speak. To this end, “with Faith in God a place to stand” we press on with great anticipation of newness and learning!

For the next season we invite you to visit our ministry blogs: Scripture and Reflection, http://bwfaithministry.blogspot.ca ;  WhimsiGals and Prose,  http://whimsiland.blogspot.ca.

Thank you, each and every one of you, for your encouragement and feedback over these many years of ministry !

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !!

With our love and tidings of great JOY,

Bonnie and Garry 

“… Choose my instruction rather than silver, and knowledge rather than pure gold …”

— Proverbs 8:8-11 New Living Translation

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Some think it a fable,

How could it be true?

There’s a land somewhere

In this whole wide world

Where everyone and everything

Is given its due, its loving care;

Nowhere is there hunger,

None without love;

All within WhimsiLand,

Strangers alike,

In God’s own way

Live but to share;

Are here to stay.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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With but a few 

Deft strokes

Of pencil and brush

My likeness; that is

The real me, is here

For all to see.

In awe, the artist’s 

Cry rings true:

“It’s not of mine,

But God’s own hand

That gave me you.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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No doubt by now

You will have guessed

Today I’m wearing

My Sunday best.

The ornamental garland

You see in my hair

Is much-loved WhimsiLand

Traditional wear

To honour those

Who’ve gone before;

Whose values are those

We daily adore:

“Do unto others

As you would have them

Do unto you.”

’Tis God’s voice

We are hearing

And know it is true.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Come, walk with me

Through the woods.

We need not go far

To feel a warming light;

To hear nature’s silent cry

That so becalms the soul

And tells us we are one

With All.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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As I look upon you

My heart grows still

With overwhelming love;

A love, I sense, we share.

Am I, dear God,

To see Your wondrous love,

Your abiding care

For this, Your child,

That I may know

Such Love for one another?

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I’m on a happiness stroll,

Heart filled with gladness

And light in my soul:

I’m free, just being me,

Immersed in God’s grace;

The heavens ablaze

In the noonday sun.

What I’m sensing

And what I’m seeing

Is the face of God

In Nature’s Being.

— Garry D. Kilbourn