A Wing and A Prayer!

A family member decided she no longer wanted the dear old thing, and it was destined for the curb. So guess who grabbed this wonderful old wing chair before she could ask "do you want it"?

I am in the middle of a livingroom redo, and thought with some work, it would be a lovely addition to my somewhat classic decor. It seemed to have good bones, the springs seemed sound, and it appeared solid in structure, so how could I leave it there?

The original rose velvet cover did not suit the original owner's ever-changing decor and so she decided to recover it herself in a plushy blanket-cloth type fabric, but it really didn’t lend itself to the traditional lines or style of the chair. Nor had it been done well...so, needless to say she did not end up happy with it!

I had already found a great bargain on a piece of micro-suede type material in my fabric stash – bought a year ago, with absolutely no purpose in mind. I only knew it would match the decor choices that I already had made. The amount could be a problem, but there are ways of making it work! I decided that if I am short on fabric, I am going to combine another piece of coordinating fabric, also in my cupboard already, with it on the internal seat part of the chair. It will solve the shortage problem, while adding a minor touch of contemporary flavour – all, hopefully, without sacrificing any of its’ traditional or classic feel. So, after tossing back and forth between two options in my cupboard, it would seem it is really the only perfect choice in which to cover it!

Taking off layer number one, was a chore to say the least! She used long nails, screws and upholstery nails... whatever she could find to hold down the blue. It was a forever task trying to remove them all, but my son and I finally did it!

Of course, then we discovered the cushion was not reusable, since the family dog had been using it regularly. My very allergic hubby would never be able to take the fur, and I would never handle any smells, so out it went! New foam was purchased, and cut to go.

I also bought some old-fashioned round brads for the back side corners, when I picked up the foam. As an addition to the original, more traditional feel of the chair, it should look great when it is finished!

The front “kick plate” board had a crack in it, but my dad, a carpenter, was able to repair it quite easily from a job leftover scrap piece, so it is nice and solid again. One more freebie bonus! And hurrah, he confirmed the springs are definitely in great shape!

Also needed, some med and lo-loft quilt batting – there are pieces in my stash, and someone just blessed me with a huge “freebie” chunk of industrial wool felt in a delicious cream colour... it will work very nicely!

A soft thin layer of foam is needed to wrap the structural boards in the front section. Lo and behold, a gift piece of art was shipped in such a product, and is perfect to do the job. Another freebie, again!

Now it shall be plunked down in my driveway, once again, in the throngs of reupholstery land! This afternoon, I plan to tackle the balance of the pink layer we left until last... and to carefully vacuum out all its’ nooks and crannies from the dog hair and “crumbies” that have made their way down into the cracks!

So here goes nothing .... a wing and a prayer!

Pray Before You Drive... "God Has Angels Watching Over Me"

We wanted to ensure that our son learned safe habits of driving, and enrolled him in driver’s education at sixteen. However, the most important lesson, as a parent, that I wanted to instil was to “pray before you drive”.

There is no doubt of the power contained within those prayers, each uttered with purpose behind the wheel as we leave our driveway or from our point of return. They have spared us from death on more than one occasion. A fact that I was reminded of, on more than occasion, in the last couple weeks.

Two weeks ago, the very van that I wrote about in the entry entitled “Consider It Paid In Full” was the victim of a “hit-and run” incident. The first thing that came to my mind, was that in my busyness, I had forgotten to pray for my husband before he left the driveway.

After finding out that he was not hurt or in the vehicle at the time, I tenderly questioned him, “You forgot to pray too, didn’t you?” Apparently, he had done just that very thing, in his own haste to run some quick errands.

On three other occasions, one or the other of us forgot, and every single incident ended up with a detrimental outcome to our vehicles, as well.

This morning, since I forgot to pray, I was once again thankful for His unseen covering, as my car escaped from being broadsided at a main intercession. The driver hadn’t even looked to the right to see if anyone was coming. I heard the “gasp” as it exited my lips with a suck of air... and I continued completing the turn.

Many a time, we have heard the shriek of "God" or "Jesus, help me" cried out as something has almost destined to take us to the pearly gates, but this time there was no chance to even squeal such a response!

Quite often, after one of those “close calls” you will sometimes catch yourself shaking a bit. As I exhaled, I was pleasantly surprised to note, there was no after-effect from the near-miss.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear,

but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

(2 Timothy 1:7)

His declaration that He shall watch over His children is also given in several places.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;

and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.

When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned;

the flames will not set you ablaze.”

(Isa 43:2 NIV)

“Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him.”

(Ps 91:14-15 NIV)

I am comforted and reminded of His faithfulness to watch over His children at all times, every time we get behind the wheel, and the rule in our family continues to remain, “Pray before you drive!”

Some of the words from the song “Angels”, that Amy Grant made famous, came flooding back to my mind as I continued on my journey this morning...

“...God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.

A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.

Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,

Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.

But I know they’re all around me all day and through the night.

When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight

To keep my fight from falling, I’ll never turn away.

If you’re asking what’s protecting me then you’re gonna hear me say:

God has angels watching over me, every move I make,

Angles watching over me!

Angels watching over me, every step I take,

Angels watching over me........

Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home....”

You Can Have Your Cake... and Eat It Too!

Having been away in New York for a week, and with a hectic non-stop agenda upon returning, there was little to time to regroup and get back into the groove of our normal routine. All that, as a "wordy" way to say none of us had stopped long enough to refresh the fresh fruit and vegetables in our pantry.

We were out until midnight the night before, and fell into bed feeling exhausted, and hence, there was nothing, prepared in advance, for a fast lunch after church.

My hubby commits himself, faithfully, as a sound technician during the worship and service times every Sunday morning, as he has done for the last twenty-five years - so it means we are regularly on board at the church by 8 am for an intercessory prayer-time and the early worship-team practices!

Usually the first ones there, the DVD recording process after the service means we are often the last ones leaving the building, too. Since we try to avoid shopping on Sundays, it meant we would all be going out for lunch...

My son opted for us to dine in his favourite restaurant downtown. Well-known for their fabulous homemade meals and oversized portions of absolutely everything, for one to say they are a popular place is a definite understatement!

Seated in the diningroom at the back of the establishment, the packed room was now emptying slowly, as most the Sunday morning “church crowd” finished their lunches.

Down the center of the room, however, were two long tables with family and friends celebrating a significant life-event. Since there were three little ones impressively dressed in the cutest of formal ensembles, it was most likely a baptism or christening of some kind, we finally presumed.

The group arose and went to huddle in the corner. Positioning themselves for a number of family portraits, they were all smiling.... at least, all but the man and woman taking the pictures. To add to the scuffle of activity, one young man standing in the foreground was graciously trying to instruct the woman how to use his new digital camera. Other models were slung over her arm and wrist.

It is often a problem when one returns from some of these wonderful family and milestone moments, only to realize there is not one photo with one’s self in it! So it was a small opportunity to bless these people in a simple way! So quietly, I leaned across the table to my husband and whispered that I was going to offer to take the pictures, so that the man and the woman would not be excluded.

Although he and my son are not surprised at anything I do, and are very generous servants and the blessors of many, it is important to note that my husband is a very quiet and shy man. He was puzzled at the idea of his wife walking up to a group of strangers - intruding on their family moment - all to offer her photographic services! Meanwhile, I saw it as nothing more than an opportunity to bless someone!

Although he remained apprehensive and bewildered at my so-called boldness, I stood and strode across the room.

The family nodded quickly in agreement as to the inquiry, but the woman was determined to maintain the position of her post, and chose to ignore my offer. Her husband stood behind her, thanking me for the proposition to do so, and shook his head in total frustration with her determination to master the strange new camera - all this happening, as I was returning to the nearby table from whence I came.

Oblivious to the dispersing partipants heading off from lunch themselves, we were handed the bill for our own, and my two fellows got up to lead the way to the cashier’s counter.

Lagging behind to untangle my purse handles, I passed the table and felt someone gently grab my shoulder. A white container was offered to me, and I looked up to see the face of a charming man in his forties, and noted he was dressed in his own Sunday finery.

“This is for you”, he said with a most charming grin on his face. “It is a piece of cake, and I would like you to have it. That was really nice of you to offer to take those pictures. I really appreciated your kindness. It was very thoughtful.”

“Well thank-you. That is very sweet of you, but it is not necessary.”

“No seriously... most people wouldn’t offer to do something like that. I just really want to bless you. So, please take it!”

No one wants to rob someone of their heart-given blessing, or miss the opportunity to be blessed themselves, so of course I accepted the gift of this soft-spirited soul.

It turned out, that the event was celebrating the baptism of his new two week-old daughter. A believer himself, he was also the very proud papa of the young 18 month-old toddler, and the 28 month-old boy that was now exiting well ahead of his mother!

Expressing my thanks again for the cake, and extending my congratulations on the special events, I took the sweet offering and trod off toward the front-cash to join the others. I was truly touched by this man's heart to also want to thank and bless another.

Grinning, I joined the puzzled fellows and waitress, all who wondered and inquired as to where my mysterious package had materialized from.

“I just got blessed by the gentleman in the back room. It’s cake. You see... ”, I tenderly explained. “... It pays to step out and do something that might be considered a little... "bold". Every once in a while... you see a God-blessing come back to you right away. You wind up being doubly-blessed.”

Others who had gathered behind us were listening intently, as the waitress returned her comments of agreement. It made me wonder how many of them, would look for opportunities that very same day, to do likewise.

Of course, I couldn’t wait to get home and share the tasty chocolate morsel that I gratefully now toted in my hands! But as it turned out, the guys didn’t want any after all. So while curling up to watch an afternoon movie, I had the chance to savour the blessing of every bite, and to reflect on the goodness of the Lord and His people!

Oh, how He must delight in the gentle passing back-and-forth of "blessings" amongst His children – like some, of whom were orchestrated to be in the backroom of a restaurant on that very Sunday afternoon.

In spite of those who may have objected to our decision, simply in order to bless a perfect stranger,we were both no-doubt honoured and satisfied. It was knowing that our heart motives were all purely for the sake of blessing one another, just as He blesses us.

Take those opportunities and risks to step out in faith, even when those around you don’t understand. The Word tells us that you may have even have entertained angels and been unaware!

God sees what is done in secret. Let the left hand know not, what the right is doing!

Who knows? You may just find yourself getting doubly-blessed! But then again... you may just find that you really can have your cake...and eat it too!