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Sunrise Sunset

Posted in life, Nature/Creation, WONDER, tagged #creationstory, #lightcameafterthedark, #sunrisesunset on August 15, 2017| Leave a Comment »

FullSizeRender 2 Another summer day, another sunset.

It is guaranteed that every day the sun will rise and the sun will set. Though some days we cannot see the occurrences each day, they have been happening since the Creator first said, “Let there be light” (and there was, evening and morning).

There was evening … then there was morning …

Evening first, because before morning light “the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep” (Genesis 1:2). So it was that evening was followed by morning.

And “God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness” (Genesis 1:4). The light is good, and after prolonged times of darkness it is life-giving to once again see the light. Somehow, when we have been deprived of the light, it is so much sweeter than before.

“God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night” (Genesis 1:5a). They were given names, as all of creation has been named. It is as though with their naming they were included in the living creatures whose breath was breathed into into them by the God of all creation.

Then the story of evening and morning, darkness and light is identified with it’s place in the timeline of life, “and there was evening, and there was morning—the first day” (Genesis 1:5b). This was day one, which was started in utter darkness and ended with light.

All of our days end with the darkness that follows a sunset, sometimes it is not just the sky but also within us that contains shadows. But each sunset is followed by the light of the sun, rising in the dawn.

“Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days,
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as they gaze…”
Fiddler on the Roof

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#homeisthebestplacetobe

Posted in life, The Hubby, WONDER, tagged #cominghome, #homeisthebestplacetobe, #vacationisover, Vacation on August 13, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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A week of the sweet life (aka #vacationfortwo, #justus2, #justhubbyandme, #vacayfor2, #heandme, #roadtrip) has come to an end for hubby and I.

We travelled over one thousand five hundred kilometres, ate far to much of everything one shouldn’t, walked on sandy shorelines, stared in awe as the waves kept coming toward us, took dozens of pictures, spent precious hours with sweet people, went to sleep to the sound of pounding surf, and awoke to the noisy seagulls enjoying their morning feed on the beach.

It was all so good.

And now we are home.

We returned home to the adoration of the Wonderdog, and catching up with a daughter. We crawled into our own bed last night, delighted at the familiarity of our bed. Awoke this morning eager for the that first cup of brewed goodness, in our favourite chairs, with the Wonderdog stretched out on the floor between us.

Laundry in process, familiar, fresh air coming in the windows, life is good.

Vacation is delight, but coming home to who and what we love is the icing on the cake.

My Home

This is the place that I love the best,
A little brown house, like a ground-bird’s nest,
Hid among grasses, and vines, and trees,
Summer retreat of the birds and bees.

The tenderest light that ever was seen
Sifts through the vine-made window screen–
Sifts and quivers, and flits and falls
On home-made carpets and gray-hung walls.

All through June the west wind free
The breath of clover brings to me.
All through the languid July day
I catch the scent of new-mown hay.

The morning-glories and scarlet vine
Over the doorway twist and twine;
And every day, when the house is still,
The humming-bird comes to the window-sill.

In the cunningest chamber under the sun
I sink to sleep when the day is done;
And am waked at morn, in my snow-white bed,
By a singing bird on the roof o’erhead.

Better than treasures brought from Rome,
Are the living pictures I see at home–
My aged father, with frosted hair,
And mother’s face, like a painting rare.

Far from the city’s dust and heat,
I get but sounds and odors sweet.
Who can wonder I love to stay,
Week after week, here hidden away,
In this sly nook that I love the best–
This little brown house like a ground-bird’s nest?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Sweet Sacrament

Posted in GOD, life, Nature/Creation, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged #communion, #forthebeautyoftheearth, #sweetsacrament, #unitedwithbeauty on August 10, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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CS Lewis has said, “We do not want merely to see beauty… we want something else which can hardly be put into words- to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.”

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Though I have the benefit of living in a place of great visual beauty, it is when I am on vacation, travelling, that I have opportunity to not only see the beauty around me, but also to breath it into my lungs, into my very soul … so that what I see pierces into who I am, providing an experience of oneness, like communion.

beaut2 These experiences are deeply spiritual, deeply personal and immensely rejuvenating, reminding me who I am, what I am part of and to whom I belong.

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As hubby and I traverse this week, I participated in such a holy service, in the cathedrals made of rock, wood, sand and water. I partook of the elements offered to me, ““in remembrance of him.” (1 Corinthians 11:24a, 25a).

“For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you … For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.” 1 Corinthians 11:23a, 26)

I find, in these wide-opened, sacred spaces, that I feel the words of hymns or spiritual songs whose words were inspired by similar services of communion. It is such sweet sacrament.

In this case, it was the hymn, For the Beauty of the Earth, written by Folliott S. Pierpoint, sometime before 1864

For the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies,

For the Love which from our birth

Over and around us lies:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For the beauty of each hour

Of the day and of the night,

Hill and vale, and tree and flower,

Sun and moon and stars of light:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For the joy of ear and eye,

For the heart and brain’s delight,

For the mystic harmony

Linking sense to sound and sight:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth, and friends above;

For all gentle thoughts and mild:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For each perfect Gift of Thine

To our race so freely given,

Graces human and Divine,

Flowers of earth, and buds of Heaven:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Bride that evermore

Lifteth holy hands above,

Offering up on every shore

This Pure Sacrifice of Love:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Martyrs’ crown of light,

For Thy Prophets’ eagle eye,

For Thy bold Confessors’ might,

For the lips of Infancy:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Virgins’ robes of snow,

For Thy Maiden Mother mild,

For Thyself, with hearts aglow,

Jesu, Victim undefiled,

Offer we at Thine own Shrine

Thyself, sweet Sacrament Divine.

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Drawn to the Light

Posted in life, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged #drawntothelight, #thislittlelightofmine, Light on August 8, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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Although we were driving, although the windshield was really dirty, although I am no photographer … I just had to get a shot of the sun in the distance.

Even with the vast array of filters at my hand (literally) it still does not do justice for what my eyes saw.

There is something about sunrises, and sunsets, and rays of light that regularly makes me pull out my phone to try to get the image recorded forever.

According to Maclaren’s Expositions, “in all languages, light is the natural symbol for three things: knowledge, joy, purity. To ‘walk in the light’ then, is, speaking generally, to have purity, righteousness, goodness, as the very element and atmosphere in which our progressive and changeful life is carried on.

1 John 1:5 tells us:

“God is light; in him there is no darkness at all”

If light is the symbol for knowledge, joy and purity, we could then extrapolate that God, being light, is the very source of knowledge, joy and purity.

Kinda makes our magnetism for light make sense. It draws us to it, as Christ draws us to him, and through him we experience true knowledge, joy and purity.

Even our Wonder dog is drawn to the light.

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Change, in Faith

Posted in GOD, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged #achangeinfaith, #blindfaith, #changeishard, #faithis on August 6, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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I love change … change scares me.

The conundrum of life!

This summer I have been, mentally, adjusting to impending change. I feel as though I have gone from excitement to fear, to sorrow, to doubt and back to excitement again … often all in the same day!

Though the decision for change has been made, I do not get to live in all it’s newness yet, so I am left with just the end of one thing, while awaiting the beginning of the other.

Storms, roadblocks and challenge (or lack of challenge) are often the seeds of change. Things come into our lives and make us question the status quo. We feel uncomfortable, unsteady, unsure.

For some, our first response is to flee, for others it is to fight to the bitter end. For many, we fight for awhile, then flee.

Both responses are good, both can bring us to where we need to be, what we need to learn. Both require faith in the unseen.

Hebrews 11:1 is the verse that gives definition of this blind faith:

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for,
the conviction of things not seen.”

The Matthew Henry Commentary describes what is being said in Hebrews further:

“Faith always has been the mark of God’s servants, from the beginning of the world. Where the principle is planted by the regenerating Spirit of God, it will cause the truth to be received, concerning justification by the sufferings and merits of Christ. And the same things that are the object of our hope, are the object of our faith.”

Choosing to believe in what we cannot see, but what the principles the God has taught and the character of who he is, is the most foundational aspect of our christian life.

But our blind faith comes with the assurance that that “for now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known” (1 Corinthians 13:12).

Choices we make in our lives are, most frequently, choices of trust and faith in what we do not know fully. Who to marry, whether to purchase a certain home, what to order at that new restaurant, whether or not to change jobs all have uncertainty in the choice.

The choice for Christ, though, comes with the guarantee that we will have hindsight, that our sight will be returned to us, and that we will see how all the dots of our life will connect.

As Horatio Stafford said, “And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight … Even so, it is well with my soul.”

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Thin Veil

Posted in GOD, life, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged #smokeyhaze, #thebeautybeyond, #thethinveil., #whatisinbetweenyouandgod, #whatwelongfor on August 3, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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The last few days were warm summer days without the delight of a bright blue sky, as the sky was filled with smoke from forest fires in our province.

It has been as though there were a thin veil between we on this Earthen sod, and the beautiful blue sky above. I long for that blue summer sky.

Though we cannot see it today, we know the endless sky and sun are there, and, as a gentle reminder of their presence, the heat of the sun still comes through to warm the land and our skin. It is still there, it is just hidden behind a thin veil of smoke.

Yesterday, I caught myself turning my head up to the sky, looking, searching for blue in the vast sea of grey and haze. Yet, there was no blue to be seen. I know it is there, yet this smokey haze is hiding it from view.

I was reminded of this verse, from 2 Corinthians 3:16:

“But whenever anyone turns to the Lord,
the veil is taken away.”

Such confident words.

whenever
as in any time, no conditions attached.

anyone
as in, if you’ve got a heartbeat, no exemptions.

turns
as in, you have to do something, inactivity won’t cut it.

to the Lord
as in, He is the only way, no other.

is
as in, it happens now, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but right now.

It is that easy. Unlike the smokey haze coming between me and that beautiful sky, which I have no ability to move from view, with the God of Creation, all we need to do is turn to Him, and the veil is taken away, gone … forever.

Our souls long for that view.

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When I am Old and Gray

Posted in GOD, life, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged #howwilltheyrememberme, #inspiredbyafuneral, #wheniamoldandgray, #whenidie on July 30, 2017| Leave a Comment »

Last month hubby and I went to the funeral of an older man.

I have been to many funerals that made me cry, laugh and sigh, but this one made me want to live better. Not eat healthier foods and get more exercise, but to live each day with a desire to make life better for others.

It was said how he adored each day with his wife of the last few years. They had met each as widowers and found that the other made their days better.

Children, by birth and by marriage, spoke of his support, his acceptance of them.

Grandchildren spoke of how their grandfather always had time for they and their friends, at his home or the family cabin.

Others spoke of his support as a friend. How hard working he was in his occupation, before retirement. His joy in supporting a summer camp, with his physical strength, his financial support and by sending his children and grandchildren to attend. His commitment to his creator, and his joy in sharing that relationship with others. His active attendance in his church, and to his church family.

As I sat through the memorial, I found myself making mental notes. I found myself desiring to live the rest of my days, with my own funeral/memorial in mind.

Maybe that is what we should all do … live our lives as if each day would be taken into consideration for what would be shared at our final service.

Most of all, I hope that, in the end, I have left a legacy of love and that I have pointed to Christ, for all the joyful blessings as well as for the strength when the blessings are fewer to see.

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Getting a HANDle on Aging-Repost

Posted in life, Love, The Hubby, The Kids, WONDER, tagged Aging, Beauty, hands, laugh lines, Life, lotions, Love, rough skin, touch, Wrinkles on July 28, 2017| 3 Comments »

I just realized that I hadn’t posted yesterday!
I have been hard at work (avoiding) preparing a message for this weekend (on aging!!).
So, in lieu of a belated new post, here is my contribution, from over five years ago.
Now to get a handle on this message …

Although I am only thirty-nine (with four years experience) I am becoming more acquainted with aging, and it’s changes each and every day.

There are some changes that come with ‘time passing on’ (this is hubby’s way of referring to aging) that I quite like.

I love the lines that are forming just outside of the corners of my mouth, and my eyes, because they are evidence to smiles and laughs. I may not remember every individual event that caused my face to smile, but the lines will never hide that joy has filled my days.

I love that I have been plucking my eyebrows for so many years that the hairs almost never re-grow anymore.

I love that I do not have to concern myself with pimples, other than the odd one or two.

I love that, because my hair is … silvering … I have a natural excuse to become an even more blond, and I now have a number(s) to identify and define my hair color 😉

There are also some changes that have occurred that I do not favor so much.

I do not like that my knees have decided I need to pay more attention to them, and they attain my attention in the most uncomfortable of ways.

I do not like that some foods that I ingest want to burn themselves into my memory (or at least into my esophagus).

I definitely do not like the anticipation of body parts migrating in a southerly direction.

But, I especially do not like that the appearance of my hands is changing.

The famous, all-knowing ‘they’ say that the way to most accurately guess the age of woman, you need to only to glance at her neck or her hands.

As each year passes, I have noticed subtle changes happening in my hands, that I am not so happy about. The lines in them are deepening. They need constant re-hydration from rich lotions. I seem to have lost the ability to grown my fingernails to even the slightest length, without their splintering. There seems to be more skin, as it is losing it’s youthful elasticity. They sometimes even ache … but it is their appearance that is more disheartening to me.

It is a frequent occurrence that I glance at my hands, and have no idea whose hands they are. They surely cannot be mine, because mine do not look so … so … aged. Then I realize they move when and where I will them, and so they truly are my own.

Maybe the changes in them bother me, because my hands were the body part(s) that I actually liked about myself. Maybe I thought I would be immune to the normal, natural results of ‘time moving on.’

All that said, maybe the wrinkles, the lines, the shorter nails and the loosening skin are all characteristics of hands that have been held by generations before me, that have held on to the children I gave birth to, that have made meals for those I love, that have held the hands of people readying for eternity, that have written or typed words of encouragement, that have touched the shoulder of one carrying the weight of the world, that have folded in an act of pray, that have been kissed by the man of my life, that will one day be taken by my Redeemer as He welcomes me into eternity.

Maybe they are like the laugh lines I so adore on my face. Maybe they are the lines of hands that have loved, and been loved in return.

So, I’ll keep slathering rich lotions onto them, so that, although they will be marked by the lines of time, they will still be welcoming to the touch of those who need a hand.

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The Mess on the Inside

Posted in life, WONDER, tagged #lifeishard, #lifeismessy, #sharetheburden, #themessontheinside, Anxiety, Stress, Struggles on July 25, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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I walked by the mirror in my bathroom and almost audibly shrieked (but I didn’t because it was 5:05am). I had been too tired the night before to blow-dry my hair after washing it the night before, and the results were … Ursula-like (think the villain in the Little Mermaid movie).

I knew a straightening iron would be the most important tool of the day to come!

Messy hair makes me laugh. Well, of course it does, but I laugh because it reminds me of what my insides are like.

I think that most of us do well at cleaning ourselves up, and presenting ourselves to the world as put-together, calm, cool and collected.

I also think that, much of the time, we are a little messy on the insides.

Outwardly, we walk with grace, while stumbling through our days full of stress, worry, anxiety and regrets.

Outwardly, we sit, regally, while inwardly sitting in the remnants of the refuse that has been heaped into our lives, by others or by our own choices.

Outwardly, we smile broadly, while the tears of loneliness, failure and sorrow are held in the ducts of our eyes until we reach our vehicle, our pillow, our shower where they will flow like a waterfall with no end.

And so messy hair makes me laugh. Dust that covers my house makes me laugh. Sticky floors make me laugh. Laundry piles makes me laugh. Words tumbling out of order or words that fail to come when we just can’t think of that one word, make me laugh. They make me laugh because they are real. They are out there for all the world to see.

They are obvious, and messy and real.

The great thing about the messes in our lives is that, once they are obvious to all who can see them, hear them, experience them, they can be dealt with, cleaned up.

Life is messy, on our insides as well as on the outside.

Don’t be afraid to let your mess show to someone … they might even pitch in and help clean it up.

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Who is the Alpha?

Posted in WONDER on July 23, 2017| Leave a Comment »

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He is finally catching on!

Our Wonderdog needed to be reminded that he was not the alpha male, and so we had to inject some tough love.

One tough lessen for him to learn is that no longer is our bed, his bed. This was not an easy lesson (for any of us).

He has a lovely wooden bed, with a lovely cushion, covered by a hand made flannel baby blanket (nothing but the best for this guy). It is more than roomy, and sits at the end of our bed … but he finds our bed, with our warm bodies in it, to be far superior.

About a month ago, hubby was coming to bed. The WonderDog and I had retired awhile earlier, and he was snuggling near my feet. When hubby attempted to evict him, our canine friend growled at him with great venom in his snarl. It took a bit of effort to get him to his bed, and calmed down. This was the incident that whispered to us “he doesn’t know who is in charge, and he thinks it might be him.”

This incident with our dog’s natural desire to be the alpha in our house makes me think of how often I forget that I am not the queen/king of the castle of my life.

Isaiah 55:8-9 reminds us of our proper, intended, place:

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways, And My thoughts than your thoughts.”

Natalie Grant released a song called, King of the World. It is about this very real creature struggle for that alpha role in our lives. Our pursuit should not be comfort, like my WonderDog, but contentment that comes from obedience.

God is our alpha, and omega, our beginning and end.

“Just a whisper of your voice can tame the seas

So who am I to try to take the lead

Still I run ahead and think I’m strong enough

When you’re the one who made me from the dust
When did I forget that you’ve always been the king of the world?

I try to take life back right out of the hands of the king of the world

How could I make you so small

When you’re the one who holds it all

When did I forget that you’ve always been the king of the world

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