I love spring. It's so exciting.
And with the excitement comes restlessness. List making. Plan devising.
Gotta make that picnic happen for real this summer.
Go to the drive-in with the truck and portable radio and mounds of pillows and blankets and friends.
Campfires. Often.
Actually go to the ocean because you only live five minutes away.
ICECREAM
(Let's not approach the subject of reality with a list of awesomeness like that)
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Friday, 12 February 2016
As the World Goes 'Round
I have yet to read Charles Dickens' Little Dorrit, but I have seen BBC's mini-series on the novel and quite love the story. There is a line in the TV series that I am not certain is in the book, but I still love its meaning: "As the world goes 'round, so it comes 'round again."
As I was just heading into a week of difficult shifts, I had to keep reminding myself that it always goes, and it always comes, over and over. That nothing bad comes without eventually leaving again, and the good things are not out of sight forever. And if you're in a hard spot, don't start running. Because sometimes you are on the bottom of the earth, but you need to stay put in order to come out on the top again. The world is always turning. You'll never be on the bottom forever.
The bad news is nothing lasts forever. The good news is nothing lasts forever. But God is always good. And glory be, He is our God.
As I was just heading into a week of difficult shifts, I had to keep reminding myself that it always goes, and it always comes, over and over. That nothing bad comes without eventually leaving again, and the good things are not out of sight forever. And if you're in a hard spot, don't start running. Because sometimes you are on the bottom of the earth, but you need to stay put in order to come out on the top again. The world is always turning. You'll never be on the bottom forever.
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
okay
Confession.
I will never be a truly consistent blogger. It's just not in my blood.
But. What is in my blood is pride.
So. I will never delete this blog in defeat. But will always keep it and write posts that contain a sentence or two about how long it's been since I've written and then I will expect the reader (hello? Do you even exist?) to get over it.
And that's what that was.
Over it yet?
Okay. Great.
*kitty pictures are not relevant whatsoever except that they belong to me and I like taking their pictures even though they really don't care*
I will never be a truly consistent blogger. It's just not in my blood.
But. What is in my blood is pride.
So. I will never delete this blog in defeat. But will always keep it and write posts that contain a sentence or two about how long it's been since I've written and then I will expect the reader (hello? Do you even exist?) to get over it.
And that's what that was.
Over it yet?
Okay. Great.
Thursday, 3 December 2015
about time
When you get asked about your blog.
And you realize it's been on your to do list for a while and never crossed off.
You get in gear and just write a few words to confirm your existence.
Even if it's just the first few words that come out of your finger tips.
And it's all you've got. On a long week. A rainy day.
But on the bright side...
It's quite a wonderful time of the year :)
And you realize it's been on your to do list for a while and never crossed off.
You get in gear and just write a few words to confirm your existence.
Even if it's just the first few words that come out of your finger tips.
And it's all you've got. On a long week. A rainy day.
But on the bright side...
It's quite a wonderful time of the year :)
Saturday, 24 October 2015
Choosing
I chose something.
I chose to love. I decided not to hate.
Even though it's harder. Even though it's what everyone else is not doing. Even though it would be completely understandable to keep hating.
Why choose, then?
Because, once, Someone else chose the same thing.
Except it was even harder.
You think it's hard to love your enemy?
Imagine loving the person who hates you, tramples on you, cheats on you, lies to you, ignores you; imagine loving them so much, you would die for them.
And then they lie, cheat, and trample on you again.
Would you not chose to hate them? It's what they deserve, right?
Well let me tell you something.
You are loved.
It is the most undeserved love, and it is the greatest love in the world. It's ours! Ours to receive, and ours to give. No, they won't deserve it, but what we don't deserve to have we shouldn't be reluctant to give.
Give love. Choose love.
I chose to love. I decided not to hate.
Even though it's harder. Even though it's what everyone else is not doing. Even though it would be completely understandable to keep hating.
Why choose, then?
Because, once, Someone else chose the same thing.
Except it was even harder.
You think it's hard to love your enemy?
Imagine loving the person who hates you, tramples on you, cheats on you, lies to you, ignores you; imagine loving them so much, you would die for them.
And then they lie, cheat, and trample on you again.
Would you not chose to hate them? It's what they deserve, right?
Well let me tell you something.
You are loved.
It is the most undeserved love, and it is the greatest love in the world. It's ours! Ours to receive, and ours to give. No, they won't deserve it, but what we don't deserve to have we shouldn't be reluctant to give.
Give love. Choose love.
Saturday, 19 September 2015
currently #5
dreading...
Another seven day work week. I see more and more why God created a day of rest. We need the Spiritual refreshment, but our bodies need to rest from work as well. However, sin came in, and so people have heart issues and babies and accidents on Sunday too...anticipating...
Literally everything else. Incoming parcels. De-bonding of the ol' braces. Movie night. Planes. Prairies. Brothers. Road trips. Friends. Family. Wedding times.packing...
A dozen days in advance.hearing...
Dad outside on the tractor doing... I'm not really sure. Something with dirt and steel and the new deck. I think.craving...
Apple crisp and vanilla ice cream. And cinnamon buns.waiting...
For the hockey season to start. Yes, I'm one of those Canadian Girls.Monday, 14 September 2015
Busy?
A small word. Much used. Much misused.
I have pondered many a time on the use of this word. I have judged people who have used it. I have justified myself to use it.
I think the biggest problem is this word has a selfish, and an ungrateful notation to it. It has become a self-gaining, self-pitying word. It is used to make people praise the busy one. It is used to make people pity the busy one.
But. Is busy bad? Is busy about self?
Busy should be 'the time I have been given by God is utterly consumed in Kingdom work. There's none left for my own self endeavors. And He is good. He will provide.'
So how do you know if you are truly busy, or if you just are using your time unwisely?
I would ask myself these questions.
Did I choose my busy? If so, that's not busy, that's doing as you please.
Do I have time to think about or talk about my busy? If so, think again, my friend.
Do I glorify my busy? If so... Need I say more?
The person who is truly selflessly and humbly busy is the last person you will hear use the word. They do not care that they are busy, they may not even know it. Their time is not their own.
Also, do not be so proud as to never use the word. If you are too busy, and if your priorities are starting to get out of order, seek help. In Exodus 18, Moses' father-in-law observed that Moses had too much on his plate and said 'it is not good', and that he and the people would wear themselves out. His solution was to seek help, from 'abled men'. See? It's not even about being busy here, it's about the good of the people and the serving and obeying of God.
And that's what your day should be. Whether every hour is filled or whether you have time enough on your hands to complete your tasks easily, your time is His. It is doubly His. Because He made you, and he bought you. With His life, and in His time.
I have pondered many a time on the use of this word. I have judged people who have used it. I have justified myself to use it.
I think the biggest problem is this word has a selfish, and an ungrateful notation to it. It has become a self-gaining, self-pitying word. It is used to make people praise the busy one. It is used to make people pity the busy one.
But. Is busy bad? Is busy about self?
Busy should be 'the time I have been given by God is utterly consumed in Kingdom work. There's none left for my own self endeavors. And He is good. He will provide.'
So how do you know if you are truly busy, or if you just are using your time unwisely?
I would ask myself these questions.
Did I choose my busy? If so, that's not busy, that's doing as you please.
Do I have time to think about or talk about my busy? If so, think again, my friend.
Do I glorify my busy? If so... Need I say more?
The person who is truly selflessly and humbly busy is the last person you will hear use the word. They do not care that they are busy, they may not even know it. Their time is not their own.
Also, do not be so proud as to never use the word. If you are too busy, and if your priorities are starting to get out of order, seek help. In Exodus 18, Moses' father-in-law observed that Moses had too much on his plate and said 'it is not good', and that he and the people would wear themselves out. His solution was to seek help, from 'abled men'. See? It's not even about being busy here, it's about the good of the people and the serving and obeying of God.
And that's what your day should be. Whether every hour is filled or whether you have time enough on your hands to complete your tasks easily, your time is His. It is doubly His. Because He made you, and he bought you. With His life, and in His time.
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