My hair may be a dusty brown, but I have had my fair share of blonde moments. For example – filling up with gas. At the beginning of the summer, we were all given Co-op gas cards, but the problem is: I live in a small town which has no Co-op. I am stationed around here for most of the summer, and so, getting gas is a little more challenging. This week, one of my clubs was in a town called Bowden, which is about fifty minutes away from my house. I enjoy the drive, even through storms…but unfortunately, my tank does not run on positive vibes. I had to get gas, and so, I attempted to find a Co-op after club in another small town called Innisfail. Using my GPS, I found the Co-Op…but as I’m unfamiliar with Co-op, I mistook the gas station for the actual store, and I thought that I could fill up from those big white tanks….hmm…

The story gets better. The place was closed, and so I called my parents. They told me to go and try to talk to someone, but the problem was, the only lady I got was a cleaner and didn’t even work for Co-op.

Next option – Fas Gas. My Dad told me to go there, and thankfully my Mom had transferred a bit of money into my chequing account. Unfortunately, my debit card wasn’t working. Maybe it takes a day or two to process those transfers. Urgh….I felt desperate. I called my parents, and they thought that maybe my Dad could read his card number over the phone for the clerk. He kindly but firmly told me it didn’t work taht way. I went back out to my car and may or may not have cried. My parents…shoutout to them!….went to work trying to find a contact nearby who could help me out. They did, but then there was a matter of finding her house. I had managed to pull myself together a little, and I tried to use my GPS to find her house. Let’s just say, I drove past the lady three times. My Mom called me and told me what had happened, and finally, I found her and got the cash. Let’s just say I cried on the way back to the station. I made it to Fas Gas and grabbed a tea.  I went out to fill up…and had to call my Mom back again for help getting the tank door open. No, I’m not making this up.

I filled up and went home, arriving back at my house around 11ish.

It gets better. The next day, I go back to Innisfail BEFORE the club to fill up, hoping Co-op is open, but I soon discover it closes at 6. I call my parents and am determined not to go back to Fas Gas. I embarrassed myself there enough. Yet as I’m driving, heading back to Bowden, what should I see across the road? A Co-op gas station. Yup, not even kidding. Perhaps they had been open the night before too. All that struggle could have possibly been avoided. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Anyways, back to clubs. They have gone pretty good! I had my last morning club at 11, and I have two more today. One in about an hour, and the evening one in Bowden. Please pray especially for this evening, as there is one particular boy who is very critical and challenging. He was good the first night, when it was just him and another girl. But now there are more kids, and he struggles to concentrate. The hostess told me his home life is pretty rough. Please pray that he would see the truth of who God is and feel his love. Pray that God would keep working in his heart and cause him to maybe even do his mailbox lesson for tonight!

Thanks ya’ll!

Felicia Oostra

Hey! My name is Felicia, and this is my second year teaching 5-day clubs. I am excited and a little nervous for this summer, but I trust it's going to be great. In the fall, I'm planning to attend Ambrose University College in Calgary, Alberta. Prayer Requests: - That I'd be sensitive to God's Spirit and how he would lead me this summer - That I would stay healthy and energized - That I'd be able to navigate well as I expect to be driving to most of the clubs - That God would open up doors and soften hearts before, during, and after clubs