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Start Your Day With Prayer...

2009-05-12T22:48:00.004-04:00

“This is the day the Lord has made, now let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24 NIV)

The alarm pierces its’ resounding echo throughout “the land of sweet slumber” and starts the cycle that many have become familiar with!

We bounce out of bed, and then with both feet on the floor, we hit the shower running! We stand with the water spewing its’ tiny droplets over top of us, while mentally trying to overview the events that lie ahead in our busy day... all while we lather and rinse!

We then emerge from the bath chambers, and while continually glancing frantically at the clock, we note the precious minutes of our day that have disappeared already! We dry, get dressed, suck in a big dose of oxygen, and courageously take that first step into the hectic pace and reality of our own little world!

We attempt to waken sleepy children that won’t stir on a school day, but somehow manage to rise when the sun does on Saturday mornings! The dog does its’ little dance at the door as it impatiently waits to do its morning constitutional. The cat paces in front of his food dish, while the morning news blares from the radio with all its’ gloomy stories of the day. The coffee brews, and the neighbourhood awakes. There are lunches to be made, kids to get dressed, laundry to put in, garbage to take to the curb, kitty-litter boxes to change, carpools to coordinate, jobs to go to, after-school activities to juggle, supper to plan, last minute grocery shopping to do, and errands to run. We drag ourselves out the door while trying to remember the articles for the library, the rental DVDs, the science project we overlooked yesterday, backpacks, and lunches...

Now, what else was there? Oh yes...the kids. (Sigh)

Then, while the worship music in the background tries to set the tone for our workday, we drive the kids to school, give them a quick “peck and a prayer” to send them off, and head to work with the heart intent, not to mention firm resolve, to pray on the way! (Whew)

Millions of people juggle the onset of daily activities in similar ways. Some are driven to get on their knees at their bedside, while others quietly lie and talk to their Heavenly Father. Some gather around the breakfast table with their spouses and families for prayer and their morning devotionals. Others, will slowly amble their single, lonely, sleepy bodies to the kitchen to slurp their morning cup of java in one hand, while praying, and turning the pages of their Bible with the other. Others still, can be found talking to God while holding and bouncing a tiny toddler on one hip, swinging the other that is wrapped around their leg, and tossing flapjacks with the other free hand. Sadly, very still, some will be found sitting at the bedside of a lingering, loved one with their eyes closed and a head bowed in prayer.

Many of the great, powerful, men of faith, when we read their autobiographies, all state very strongly that they started their day in prayer and study - just minutes for some, and for others, hours. It was the season of life, and commitment that they personally chose to make.

There is no formula or right-or-wrong way, it is just about doing it! For some of us, this may mean getting up a few minutes or an hour earlier in the day, but how much better your day will go when He gets the first portion! In other words, starting your day with prayer is far too important to miss!

With a new baby, a husband who commutes at extremely early hours, or an aged parent that requires medical attention in the waking-up moments; it may not be possible for your schedule, to do it in the mornings. Find the time that works for you personally. Getting ready for the activities, and praying about your day, may have to begin the night before, and that is definitely okay, too!

In seeking the path of my own journey, I have found that what personally works for me is to start in the morning. Committing my day to Him and asking Him to guide my steps, makes for the best day possible. The days I forget to ask, or don’t pause long enough in my demanding schedule to pray first, will often turn into unproductive, and sometimes overly chaotic, days!

Let this be your new morning motto:

“We need to pause and pray, before we start our day!”

NEW HABIT TO DEVELOP: Start your day with prayer!

CHALLENGE: Start a “Prayer Diary”. You can do this as part of your notebook, or in a separate notebook that you can keep with your Bible. Write your requests down, and you won’t over look them. You can note the date received, the request, the date you saw a breakthrough, and those wonderful praise reports!

TIP! You could put your Bible, a pen, a notebook for your thoughts, and your new prayer diary in a pretty basket on your nightstand. It will be there last thing at night, and first thing in the morning! Everything at your fingertips! Or, perhaps, a better location for you would be on the end of the kitchen counter, where you can grab it as part of your morning routine. Some may even like to put on their bathroom vanity, where they get ready in the morning, so they can pray for specific things while putting on make-up! Remember to do what works for you!

START EARLIER, OR THE NIGHT BEFORE

During the “homeschooling” season of my life, another mom and I used to wake up before our household, and go to a coffee shop at the crack of dawn. While sleepy husbands worked the very early morning shift, and our pre-teen and teenage children slept, we were strategically getting ready for our day.

First, we would toss in a load of laundry at our respective homes. By the time we got back to our house, it would be ready to add to our dryers. Advocates of kitchen appliances, we would also have our automatic timers going for our bread machines the night before. The smell of fresh bread would be wafting up the staircase, and were timed to shut off almost when our husbands hit the kitchen in the morning. If it lasted through their breakfasts and lunch-making episodes, they would leave it on the cooling rack until we came downstairs, and we would put the remainder into a storage bag for later.

Next would be dinner! This was always an individual choice, but the crockpot/slowcooker was a wonderful tool for those busy days of classes and fieldtrips – and we used them often!

Having checked the menu plans the day before, and while I was preparing other meals for that particular day, I multitasked by cutting and preparing the extra vegetables ahead. They were already chopped, and were placed without liquid into the bottom of the crock - where it sat in the fridge overnight with the lid on. I simply needed to haul the crockpot out of the fridge and place it in its’ container, add the last-minute potatoes, the meat that was already marinating in a zip-lock bag overnight, (so it was ready to dump), and the appropriate amount of liquid. Setting a timer for later, and giving the crockery a chance to warm while we were gone, we embraced the motto that it was just like having a maid at suppertime! Voila! We would even have our meals plugged in and rolling before we left the house!

Since she had a few extra minutes to travel and went by the door, my friend would usually pick me up. We would do a quick catch-up of the latest news happenings, slurp our morning beverage, organize and synchronize our day planners, (for our own household, group homeschooling classes, and field trips), and “head for home”, which really meant my driveway. There, in the early morning quiet, we would pause for 10 or 15 minutes to commit our day, pray for each other, our families, and our homeschooling agendas. On days where several families joined together, and we hired tutors for certain subjects, we prayed for all of them, as well! By the time we had stepped in the door, our kids were ready to wake up, and we were ready for anything! Planning ahead the night before was a big part of making it all work!

Make starting your day earlier in the morning or the night before, part of your regular routine. Laying out clothes ahead, showering before bed, checking menu plans, thawing meat overnight, gathering items to drop off, loading the bread maker ingredients, gathering the laundry, and so forth, can all help the morning to run more smoothly! Along with committing your day to Him, it is a calming way to know what is expected and what must be achieved. It also saves you from those embarrassing moments like missed appointments, and late fees!

NEW HABIT TO DEVELOP: Start your day earlier in the morning, or start it night before.

CHALLENGE: Make a list of the things that you can routinely do the night before, which will help your day start running smoothly. Do the same with the morning activities. Add it to your household notebook/binder - implementing it as part of your “before bedtime” and “early morning” routines.

You may have observed that certain tasks may need to be added on certain days. Make the appropriate notes and if you desire, add it to your binders as separate listings on one page, or spread over multiple pages. Do what works for you! Remember, if you try something and it doesn’t work. Try it another way!

CHALLENGE: Set your alarm, if possible, for an earlier start than your family. Any time frame that benefits you will work. Five minutes? Fifteen minutes? An hour? Do what is best for you! See how this effects your outlook on your day!

And, don’t forget to pray!

Personalizing Your Schedule ~ Part 2

2009-05-07T10:04:00.006-04:00

Find yourself a binder, or at least a notebook. (Granted you could use a laptop if that is really your style.)

You will want to keep all your work in one place. That way, if need be, it will be accessible to your household - and it will make your project “household portable". In case of an emergency, this will make it handy for others to see what needs to happen! (This is especially useful, if you are doing your planning tasks while waiting for your children after school, at the doctor’s office, or on your lunch hour!)

It can be new or old. There are some who no doubt, have one hidden in a pile of clutter in the basement or garage, so see what you can come up with. (Have someone watch for the castoff binders from their company’s discontinued training manuals! The companies are often thrilled to see them recycled!)

You may even choose to do your initial planning layout on the computer, but once it is down, I would recommend printing it for easy accessibility and then putting it in a binder! (Page protectors are a wonderful preservative for sheets that are handled often!)

You can find some neat ones with organizers built into the cover, to hold your calculator, pens and sticky notes! Remember, it doesn’t have to be fancy. It just needs to keep you organized!

Don’t forget the page protectors and notebook dividers - there are some amazing plastic ones that far outlast the old cardstock versions! You will want at least one package to start! Sticky notes are another handy item and they came in all sorts of colours! As a “visual” personality, I use different colours for different things!

If you want, personalize your cover and make it your own! As an artist, I love to create fibre-art, but I know there are tremendously talented scrapbook artists who can do the same thing! (Remember though, as your “household notebook”, it will probably take a lot of wear-and-tear, so laminate it, or use a protective covering if you want to preserve your creation!)

After asking “Where Does Your Time Go” and figuring out how your current schedule flows, this would be the next practical step. This will take some time, so feel free to spread it out over several days or a week - it is not necessary to try to attempt to do this all in one fell swoop!

Most importantly, before you start, don’t forget to pray and ask God for the wisdom and clarity needed as you lay this “planning stage” out! We want Him to lead our steps, and we want to work with Him!

Now make yourself a week’s worth of 24-hour time charts, in 15 minute increments for a week. If you have different "weekly" schedules, do a months’ worth! Another helpful tool is a monthly calendar for those monthly commitments and appointments that you will be able to see at a glance. (Don’t run out and buy a bunch of calendars! If you don't have one, ask a friend to print some blank pages on the computer for you to use as a working copy! We will be looking at that issue later. Remember we are still in the planning and organizing stages!)

Utilize your computer, or grab a pencil and eraser, and we will now take it one step further.

You will be doing a lot of cut-and-paste, or erasing and moving things, at this point. (Tip #1: A calendar-program or spreadsheet on your computer can work quite effectively. Tip #2: For planning, some sticky notes on a wall that can be moved around will work, as will a dry erase board. Or, you could use recipe cards on the biggest expanse of floor that you can find! Tip #3: This could be a great take-along task for doing in the car while you are waiting, or in a waiting room, over the course of this week. Do what works best for your organizing style!)

Attempt to first break it down into general time segments for your own “individual” household.

This may change over time, so don’t get stressed over it! For example: I initially segmented mine into early morning (5-9, since we are up at 5 due to hubby’s early work hours, and I have a lot on my list “to do” list), morning routine (9-12), lunch hour, afternoon routine (1-4), before supper routine (4-5), after supper routine (5:30-6:30, as I usually have meetings in the evenings), evening (7- 10) before bedtime routine, and bedtime routine (depending on the day of the week and my meeting schedule).

This is the place where I discovered my schedule-calendar meets “the need to be very personalized”, and why a standard calendar-format type of planner doesn’t work for a very “visual” and “colour-coding” me! I also have lists that are way too long for the little, teeny spaces that most calendars provide, and the little “stickies” help for my one-time details. Again, this is where designing your own “personalized” calendar/schedule/binder comes in handy - and why your own “household notebook” will be “evolving” for a short while!

Initially, you may see where events will run over the top of your natural time segments, but that is okay, as it is part of seeing where things fall! This is not about “knowing” what you “do automatically”, but about “seeing” how to make it all work! This is where your own calendar becomes unique and personal!

Enter your “mandatory” activities and “priority” commitments first. (Tip: Be sure to separately show the required amount of travel time that is needed before and after events. People often forget to do this and wonder why they can’t seem to make it all work! And if the event is cancelled, for some reason, it is easy to locate those extra chunks of free time!) Blocking or framing these time segments in a different colour may be helpful for seeing where things are falling. Church time on Sunday is one example. Homeschooling hours during the week, are another. Figure out what your own “blocks of time” are - they may include your job, your alternating custody slots with your children, family time, after-school routines, homeschooling hours, study time, regular hobbies, weekly visits, volunteer hours, church, bible study time, prayer meetings, and whatever other “goals” and regular items that you may have. Those “to-do” lists will come later! Just block out the time zones for now!

Save some time here now, and check and see what nights you need to plan for meals that need to be eaten earlier, later, or on the run. This will help to ensure that meals are not skipped, and that you are not relying on take-out!

We are living in a different day and age and sit-down dinners are a common rarity in most households. (We will be addressing this in the near future, but do consider making it a scheduled part of your time zones on your calendar, if you do it now. Some families are happy to accomplish this feat once a week or on specific days, while others insist on it daily.)

You may find a busy day and evening activities, require a "crockpot Wednesday" weekly, a "stirfry" Thursday, and the after-school activites on Tuesday mean a "grab-and-go wrap" with all the fixings on the side that that has been put together early morning or the night before!Remember. you are still in the planning stages, so make a note in another colour on your calendar, or on a separate “Meal Planning” page, so you can find this info later on. Even a sticky note on your pages will work for now!)

Now, look at your normal, monthly household calendar.

What is not part of your regular schedule, but part of your customary events? This where you should be writing down vet appointments, doctors, dentists, and car tune-ups! Be sure to include those “every second Tuesday” and “every fourth Wednesday of the month” meetings, and your children’s extracurricular activities. Appointments are only noted on the monthly calendar at this point, unless they are a recurring and regularly-slotted event. (If you are a visual person, like myself, I like to jot appointment reminders on brightly coloured sticky notes and add them to the pages in my dayplanner, as well. This ensures that I don’t overlook something!)

Now, let’s see where the time goes, and what is left over after that.

Not much time left, is there? This is the point where people generally begin to realize they may be overcommitted. If you are feeling that way, see if there is some weeding-out of the activities that is required, or even possible. You may have to re-evaluate what is important to you, and what is not!

Do you need to make any necessary changes to your “plan” based on what you see?

Have a family meeting, with those in your household, and see what changes are feasible. Don’t forget to start with prayer! Delegating certain tasks, and hiring outside help for a season, may be solutions to those dilemmas. It will help you to discern the things that have to change or be added.

So the task is: Grab your binder, which we will call our "household notebook" for the time being, and write down a list of all the things you need to do the next day. Do this every night for the week and note problem areas. Review it daily, in light of your newly planned schedule.

Happy Birthday...

2009-05-06T17:16:00.005-04:00

Happy Birthday to the man in my life!

A man of character and intergrity, and a solid rock who is rarely ruffled by anything...

You are my rock, my strength, my support, and my love.

You stand behind me in all that I do, and encourage me that I can do anything!

You honour our parents with devoted respect, time and attention.

Your are a father who is held in high esteem - always there and easy to be found.

Loved by friends, family and all those around you....You are blessed and highly favoured!

Happy Birthday to you... from your wife and family.

Personalizing Your Schedule ~ Part 1

2009-05-06T15:57:00.005-04:00

Joyce Meyer is noted for telling the story about feeling overwhelmed with her very busy schedule and how she was complaining to the Lord about it. She tells furthermore, of how in the midst of her quandary, He quickly responded back to her with “Well, don’t complain to Me about it! I didn’t make your schedule - you did!” Almost immediately, the crowds break out into laughter, as does Joyce, because everyone can relate!

Scripture tells us we will stand before Him one day, and give an account. Certainly, that includes our time.

It makes one think, doesn’t it? While we do not know all the days that He has planned for us, we do know the necessary tasks that must be done in order to sustain our flow, and the activities of daily living. Or do we?

Busyness can remove clarity from our sight in an instant! For some, in the midst of their circumstances, it may be the momentum of “maintaining” or “surviving” that is keeping it all together! Others may have simply lost sight of the “necessary” items, and sacrificed them for other deeds and “responsibilities” that were, perhaps, never even theirs to carry in the first place!

Then again, our memories may be good, but just short, and in the shuffle of activity we forget. It could be that it needs to be made more tangible; that it just needs to be written down, so that one can actually see and work through the list. Learning styles and personalities can make a big difference in the approaches taken, when it comes to scheduling, housework, and routines! For example, goal-oriented people love to see a list with checkmarks or lines stroked through, in order to feel they accomplished their “to dos” for the day. (You many want to find out what “personality types” are in your household, and what their learning styles are. It may just give you some new inspiration regarding approaches to the tasks and the motivation to do them! There are some great books with a more Christian-based approach that are available on the market.)

It could be the simplicity of implementing routines to change a “scattered” approach to life and work, which is needed. For those with illness or random care-giving duties, this may be harder to pinpoint, but the idea is to have a starting point, so there is strength to tackle the day.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Phil 4:13 KJV)

But, what are all the things?

The secret to finding out what the "all things" are, is found by identifying your own personal and household schedules. It is the undisclosed, secret weapon of “knowing” what needs to be done and when. It will give added fuel, strength, and clarity as to fulfilling the tasks, and will aid you in “keeping it all together”.

Where Does Your Time Go?

2009-05-05T15:30:00.004-04:00

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)

Life carries relationships, responsibilities, various seasons, and unexpected twists and turns that alter our course on a daily basis. Granted, nothing can rob you more from an organized life than sickness, disease, busyness, and just plain old procrastination.

As a young newlywed bride in our first apartment, I would get up bright and early and clean it from one end to the other. By 7 am the place was immaculate, and nary a thing moved out of place all day. It was always ready for company and a dinner party at a moment’s notice. Those were the days that the “Martha” in me longs for again!

From the time I was a young girl, I had battled sickness and disease. With a career, husband and child, my body began to rapidly deteriorate in my late 30’s, and was finally diagnosed with a rare neuro-skeletal disorder. It finally had a name, but I had spent the greater part of 10 years in bed throwing up every 3 to 5 minutes all day long, and lying in severe agony. The inability to focus beyond the pain left me unable to do anything, except to pray. Things were forcibly set aside and I had to leave it until I felt healthy enough to deal with it – which never really happened. Life, as a result, began spinning out of control; I would get up and start to work on something, go at it full-force for as much of the day as I could handle, and it was back into to bed until the next “good” day, that might be weeks later, and repeat the same cycle all over again. It could be weeks and months before I would get at it to finish it, and by then it was all undone and I would need to start all over – leaving me exasperated, frustrated, and disillusioned. And, that is where my time went.

How about you? Where has your time gone?

All of us want to keep Him first place in our lives, and He gives us all the gift of 24 hours a day. What we choose do with them and how much we get accomplished, depends on both the free-will choices that He allows us to make... and our circumstances of daily living. Let’s face it, sometimes we can think that our time is not our own.

With our right heart motives, we want to find our “Mary” and to submit our day to the Lord and accomplish all He has for us to do. We want to prayerfully do all the right things and be like the Proverbs 31 woman who accomplishes so much for her Lord, husband, family and such – that they shall rise and call us blessed, and worth far above rubies!

The enemy in turn, as scripture tells us, longs to rob, kill and destroy - and that includes our time. It takes time away from the important and it squanders, wastes, and distracts us from the necessary; time with Him, our families, and ministry opportunities.

There are husbands, children, aging parents, coordinated schedules, jobs, appointments, basic hygiene, health issues, commuting and travelling times, finances, church commitments, ministries, personal study times, pets, businesses to run, unexpected problems, births, deaths, social activities, vacations, birthdays and family celebrations, homeschooling tasks, and housework, that all vie for our attention on a daily basis!

The responsibilities of this world seem to increase day after day, and technology waves its arms wildly and tells us it that it will help us to do more in a shorter amount of time. In reality, we just feel the pressure of worldly obligations to fill in our time with even more things!

No doubt, you are just itching to jump in here and get at it, but this is an important step this week. Don’t underestimate the value of this exercise! Certainly, don’t rely on your memory for this one - you need to write things down in front of you so that you can see what’s what, and what comes next!

Every good business and project has a plan and a logical order of steps.

God, Himself, created the universe in seven days with sequential order and a plan. Just look what it says in Genesis chapter one: on day one, He created day and night; on day two He created sky and earth; day three, He created plants and vegetation; day four brought the sun, moon and stars (they mark seasons, days and years); day five was living creatures of the sky and seas; day six, He created livestock, and creatures that move along the ground – and importantly, He created man in His own image, (male and female, He created them – all in logical order ), commanding them to multiply and be responsible to care for all that He had created.

If He had a plan for the universe, and according to Jeremiah 1:5, we know that He had a plan for us before we were even in our mother’s wombs, then we need to follow His example - and to cooperate with a plan that lines up with His purposes and plans! Prayer and focus becomes very important in the grand scheme of “keeping it all together”!

The seventh day, of course, was a day of rest. So, let’s pause for a moment in the middle of our busyness and sit in a quiet place. Be still and know that He is God. Grab a cup of your favourite beverage, and a notebook and pen and make yourself comfortable in your favourite spot. We need to see and clarify what is really the most important and begin to weed out the unimportant!

First, take a few moments and ask the Lord to quiet your heart, and help you see things as He sees them from His perspective. Since we don’t always see things as He can, or as others outside of our situations, sometimes this can bring fresh revelation to our problems and circumstances. Ask Him to take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ (2 Cor 10:1-6)... acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path. (Prov 3:6)

Make a list of what you need to accomplish every day. Remember, not what you “want” to do, but what you “need” to do. There is a big difference between the two. Depending on your lifestyle and season of life that you are in, there is no pat answer on this one, so simply start where you are at and with what you are able. Remember, this is constantly changing and evolving as you go along, so don’t feel like it has to be written in stone. Just start with what you see as a priority or need for your home and life.

On one page for each, write down where your time has gone, what has been well-invested time, what has been wasted time, and any forced circumstances on your time and energy. (Some examples of this may be an unexpected illness, caring for a sick family member, a job transfer, or a financial crisis.)

Continue to make a few more pages...What is your purpose or your destiny? What is it that you were born and created to do? Have you asked your Heavenly Father what that is? Do you have a sense already? How is He guiding you and journeying through the process step-by-step? Do you see it falling into alignment?

What is His Will and plan for you? What are your personal goals that line up with it? If we put Him first, He says He will give us the desires of our hearts. Think in term of long term and short term goals. Don’t get overwhelmed, you don’t have to do it all now. You just need see what they are.

What is the season of life that you are in? Perhaps you have small children and you are homeschooling, and you desire to write a series of books; realistically, you may see that you are not able to write a book a month, but you may find that you can accomplish by 15 minutes a day, an hour at bedtime three times a week, or one day week. What steps can you take to make that “want” or “goal” happen during this particular phase of your life?

Now write down what you need more time for - the priorities in your life - God first, your husband, your children, church, ministry, housework, education, career goals, and so forth. Over the course of this week, as you continue to pray, write down each thought, idea, problem and revelation as it comes to you. This will be a great start to getting things into a workable plan and a semblance of order.

Scripture tells us we will stand before Him one day, and give an account. That certainly includes our time. So do keep Him your first priority and ask Him to lead your time and your day.

Many of the great men of faith, of whom we read their autobiographies, all state very strongly that they started their day in prayer and study. For some, this may mean getting up a few minutes early in the day, but how much better your day will go when He gets the first portion! So, start your day with prayer, it is too important to miss!

Be sure to use discernment. Ask the family members of your household what they think or what changes they can suggest to help keep things running smoothly, as this will affect them too. We will begin incorporating the routines later on, and it will help when you are all working together for the common goal of “keeping it all together”. It will also aid in developing good training, discipline and accountability habits for everyone in your household!

How will you fit it all into His plans and put it into to what looks like an already jam-packed schedule of duties and obligations?

Take the time and figure it out....

Where does your time go?

Copywrite August 2008

Revisions newly made/Originally posted on Take Root and Write

When Life Is A Rollercoaster

2009-05-05T11:43:00.000-04:00

Do you feel like life had just gotten so busy, that it is all just one big rollercoaster ride?

Today, I realized that in spite of my attempts to keep it all in perspective and keep it in balance, I am just simply... still way too busy.

I noticed I haven't kept up my posts here due to the business of ministry and school, and my artwork has been almost non-existent for the last six months... and well, let's face it.... all work and no play makes me a very dull girl! (Lol)

Responsibilities never go away. They are just the things that make life... life. And life needs to be taken seriously on so many levels.

We have all those sensory responses to the things that go on around us, and we can get caught up in the loops and movement they carry us on. Sometimes we feel like we are about to swing way out there on one last corner and we are just going to keep on going! ...Which is usually about the time that we actually start praying we can just stay “on track”.

"When my spirit grows faint within me, it is You who know my way." (Ps 142:3, NIV)

Every inspiring writer is told to “write about what you know”. In which case, I should not be writing this... Busyness is what I know. Chronic illness is what I know. Forcible disorganization is what I know. How they both can take their toll on your surroundings, in body, soul, spirit, will, and emotions... that is what I know.

Mastering the art of organization and keeping it all together? Well that is where I am still recovering and continually journeying! So, in spite of it all, guess who wound up writing a magazine column on organization for the past year?

Of all people... sigh.

Let's face it. God has one wild sense of humour. I thought my closest friends would have a major laughing fit when they heard the news, but much to my shock it wound up evoking exactly the opposite reaction!

"If anyone should be writing that column, it should be you!”

“You have so much on your plate and you are soooo busy, we are amazed at how you get all the things done that you do!”

“I would love to know how you do it! I can’t get half of things you do, done!"

Believe it or not... I was speechless.

The column wound up also being a very popular one.... but three guesses... I got so busy, I just couldn't continue to write it with my present schedule. (I know there is a lesson in here somewhere...giggle.)

The bottom line? He gives us all the gift of 24 hours a day. What we choose do with them and how much we get accomplished, depends on both the free-will choices that He allows us to make... and our circumstances of daily living.

"The LORD will guide you always….You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail." (Isa 58:11, NIV)

We simply need to learn to ask... and then listen.

We need to choose to let Him show us how to order our days. We all desire to find more time for our dreams, destinies, purposes, family and Him, but determining the actual "needs", "wants", and the "necessary are essential to do that. It also helps to keep it all from getting out of control!

It is very true that life these days is a topsy-turvy balancing act for most people, and there are those who struggle with physical limitations and life circumstances. So no, there is not a clear, one-way-only, cut-and-dried solution. That is why it is so important for us to make prayer at the start of our day a priority!

"In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." (Prov 3:6, KJV)

So, now after getting "off-track" and allowing myself to get talked into another rollercoaster ride, (and post a wonderful vacation away from the busyness and business of life and ministry), I am determined to get everything back "on track"... by letting Him take over my days and my schedule...

"The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD, And He delights in his way." (Ps 37:2, NKJV)

I can work with Him, or I can work against Him.

Written goals and a hugging of my dayplanner, along side of the "to do lists" will ensure that I keep the reality of life there, but prayer for His "ordering" of my steps daily will ensure that I actually do it His way.

"You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy." (Ps 16:11, NKJ)

Besides... doing His Way is always a whole lot more fun anyway!

Four Men Who Dared to Be Different ~ Part 2

2009-01-14T16:53:00.000-05:00

I can see those little monkeys set apart and huddled in the corner of their cage saying, “hear no evil, speak no evil, and say no evil”; but, how many of us would boldly do the same? Would we dare to be different from all the rest of the ones in the cage of our society? Are we willing to feed ourselves on something different from the rest of them?

To reiterate; this is about four men who dared to be different - four men who refused to eat the foods that would cause them to defile themselves and set cause to break the laws of their religious beliefs.

A few days before beginning this new journey through the book of Daniel, I was doing a little online surfing for articles and blogs on how people are coping in light of the downward spiral of the world’s economic systems.

Of course, there a great increase in number of articles and blog entries on how people are coping and saving money, of recent. It is reflecting the times in which we are living.

People are downsizing, particularly with the large population of baby-boomers entering their more senior years. Personal debt and bankruptcies are at an all-time high. Companies are moving their production facilities to cheaper lands, investments are plummeting in the stock market arenas, and people are losing jobs left and right. Oh, what troublesome times we are living in, but should we be surprised?

Aside from the inundation of articles and blogs and frugality, there are a newer substantial amount of blogs and sites for a growing number of people who are now opting out of the societal pressures to look like we have it all made. They are choosing instead, to move with a purposed directive towards a new trend called “voluntary simplicity”. They are the new army or breed of those fighting to step back from the society’s focus on self absorption and indulgence, and the overwhelming pressure to “keep up with the Joneses”.

Living the great American dream is no longer the dream.... in fact, it has become a nightmare! Society is starting to say “we have had enough”. They are opting out, and discarding all the stuff that really isn’t necessary. They are no longer interested in accumulating treasures, and storing the “stuff”.

My own sister-in-law and brother-in-law made a decision, a little over year and a half ago, to sell off their home and all of their world possessions, in order to purchase a large RV motorhome and drive off to discover North America. The timing, they felt, was right. Their kids, now in their twenties, had left home, and being only in their forties themselves, they were young enough to enjoy the concept. They also wanted to do it while they have the health to do it. They were both of tired of their jobs and the rat-race, and were ready for an all-out adventure. So in just a few short weeks, they got rid of their stuff, and were waving farewell.

Their challenge and part of the whole exploit would be to see how little they could spend. It would be more like a game, but not a regimented, unbending requirement. They wanted to do it all as simply as they could.

They chose an online trip journal, and daily post their happenings, as well as keep a running tab on their expenditures; namely fuel, food, and overnight fees. Since they have never been big spenders to start with, they spend very little, and have surprisingly, on average, spent only around a thousand a month over the past year, for their new style of living. Internet is picked up randomly here and there, on whatever signals they happen to find along the way, and cell phone pay-as-you-go is a monthly five dollar phone card they keep topped up only for roadside emergencies, should they ever need it.

Board-games, cards, strolls on the beaches, bike rides, dog-walks, and get-togethers with other fellow RV-ers are high on the list of activities. They trade books with other travellers, eat foods in season and with simplicity, pickup cheap dvd movies once in a while to watch on their laptops, they read the headlines and news videos online, and participate in free activities and touristy items as they motor along. It’s a low-key lifestyle they have become accustomed to, and that they absolutely love. So, what started out with intent to be only a couple of years long, has now become a lifestyle, and has progressed into plans for a longer timeframe.

They have chosen, and they have dared to be different.

While there is a part of many of us that may be envious of such a freedom to be able to pick and move like that. I, personally, have to say that I am too busy enjoying this season of writing and ministry. I absolutely love what I am blessed to be doing right now, and of where He has me. I love the simplicity of what we, as a family unit of our own, have chosen for this very busy season in our lives.

While we have never been too passionate about keeping up appearances, we have opted to step out of the influences and to clamp down on spending. Like others, who are choosing to rebel, we are no longer interested in spending our money or time on the unimportant things. Again, like many others, we have chosen to say "no', and to no longer conform to make the status quo - we choose to store the stuff, instead, where it counts... both personally and spiritually.

Do we, as believers in Christ, want to be strong in our conviction to not be conformed of this world?

"But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.” Matthew 6:20 (NIV)

It is all about setting our boundaries. We can choose to be a part of what is happening around us or to standout and be unique – to dare to be different and set apart.

We can certainly live in the world, but we don’t have to live of it.

“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Rom 12:2 (NIV)

Part of the study of His Word, is the factor of application; taking what you learn and applying it to your own life. So with an awareness of our own financial situations, and with the conviction of my faith - for the length of time that I am studying this amazing book of the Bible, I am personally committing to eat simply and at home (as much as possible), to not to spend any unnecessary money on what could be construed as frivolous items, and to live my life as simply as possible. I shall commit to purging out my belongings in order to downsize our home to its’ simplest form, and its' most mobile, move-ready basics. Not because I have to to, or because circumstances may force it in the future... but simply, because I want to.

We can learn much from the example of four men. Four men, who opted to take a stand for the simpler things - to eat with the simplicity of a diet of strictly vegetables and water, (and not the indulgent diet of a royal palace), and of whose bodies and minds ultimately reflected its intrinsic value. Four men, who chose to not be conformed to the patterns of the world around them, but to take a stand for righteous faith and respect for the Law.

Four men, who dared to be different.

Four Men Who Dared to Be Different

2009-01-11T23:45:00.000-05:00

All of the offers of the world, sat before the men who dined at the King’s table. The finest, most tantalizing, highest quality fruits, vegetables, pastries, breads, meats, wines, and cheeses were spread before them in a very specific quantity – all, no doubt, for optimum physical performance and maximum, mental fuel.

Yes, indeed, the prolific abundance and resources of the royal kingdom were being invested into the physical bodies of the finest specimens in the kingdom – all handpicked and chosen to be trained for the king’s service.

There was only one hitch.

There were a couple of men, who didn’t want to touch it with a ten-foot pole. In their culture the foods were considered unclean, and eating them would have defiled the Law to which they would stanchly defend and preserve. To break that Law, would be to sin against their God.

Let’s read the first chapter of Daniel, in the New International Version, and see how the actual story is recorded...

1 In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came to Jerusalem and besieged it. 2 And the Lord delivered Jehoiakim king of Judah into his hand, along with some of the articles from the temple of God. These he carried off to the temple of his god in Babylonia and put in the treasure house of his god.
3 Then the king ordered Ashpenaz, chief of his court officials, to bring in some of the Israelites from the royal family and the nobility- 4 young men without any physical defect, handsome, showing aptitude for every kind of learning, well informed, quick to understand, and qualified to serve in the king's palace. He was to teach them the language and literature of the Babylonians. 5 The king assigned them a daily amount of food and wine from the king's table. They were to be trained for three years, and after that they were to enter the king's service.
6 Among these were some from Judah: Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah. 7 The chief official gave them new names: to Daniel, the name Belteshazzar; to Hananiah, Shadrach; to Mishael, Meshach; and to Azariah, Abednego.
8 But Daniel resolved not to defile himself with the royal food and wine, and he asked the chief official for permission not to defile himself this way. 9 Now God had caused the official to show favor and sympathy to Daniel, 10 but the official told Daniel, "I am afraid of my lord the king, who has assigned your food and drink. Why should he see you looking worse than the other young men your age? The king would then have my head because of you."
11 Daniel then said to the guard whom the chief official had appointed over Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah, 12 "Please test your servants for ten days: Give us nothing but vegetables to eat and water to drink. 13 Then compare our appearance with that of the young men who eat the royal food, and treat your servants in accordance with what you see." 14 So he agreed to this and tested them for ten days.
15 At the end of the ten days they looked healthier and better nourished than any of the young men who ate the royal food. 16 So the guard took away their choice food and the wine they were to drink and gave them vegetables instead.
17 To these four young men God gave knowledge and understanding of all kinds of literature and learning. And Daniel could understand visions and dreams of all kinds.
18 At the end of the time set by the king to bring them in, the chief official presented them to Nebuchadnezzar. 19 The king talked with them, and he found none equal to Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah; so they entered the king's service. 20 In every matter of wisdom and understanding about which the king questioned them, he found them ten times better than all the magicians and enchanters in his whole kingdom.
21 And Daniel remained there until the first year of King Cyrus.

While it was, no doubt, probably an honour to have been chosen, (and most assuredly the family and friends, of those that made the cut, were proud of their loved ones), it was apparent that not everyone was willing to compromise!

Four men, who dared to be different. Notice the court officials even tried to change their names. Talk about losing your identity, and just becoming another one in the crowd!

It was all about motive, pleasure and self indulgence; the king’s, his courts’, his interns’, and his nations’. Oh, how this parallels our life, here in the present day, and from within our western culture! Indeed, we are living in a modern-day version of Babylonia! After all, it wasn’t just the name of a place, it was a culture, a way of life, and a philosophy for living!

The world is our oyster! Our eyes and ears can now hear and see and experience the voices of influence from around the world in a nano-second, through technology and media, all as never before in history - all implying that we really are the center of our own universe!

Think about it. We are enraptured with pleasure for ourselves - our five senses are never dulled and they too, are fed their finest! Education is now available through means and sources never dreamed or perceived in years past; physical health is scientifically explained, altered, reproduced, and cloned in peitre dishes; and dictionaries have words that are now considered parts of everyday speech - words that would make even an animal blush!

Our hands fondle the finest of textures and objects in their purest, natural form or their man-made, artificial counterparts. Our palettes exercise the diversity of cultures and tastes, and exotic aromas fill our nostrils, taking our imaginations to distant lands across the globe.

We can feed not only our bodies, but our egos! We can choose to find ourselves, remake our appearance, access unlimited banks of knowledge, get cash at the touch of a button or the swipe of a card, and cross oceans and continents in a heartbeat! We have choices like no other time, or nations, in history; and, we tell ourselves it is entirely possible to have it all!

Well they too, had it all, and it was being offered to them on a silver platter, literally. However, they made a choice, and like Mary would, many years later, they chose what was better!

Four men, who dared to be different.

Insatiable Hunger... Temporarily Satisfied

2009-01-10T22:54:00.000-05:00

It was back in time... I can’t tell you where exactly, but I saw myself as though I was on the side of the Road to Damascus or somewhere. The sun was suspended somewhere back and behind me to the right, and it appeared to be late morning or early afternoon. Expectancy and anticipation hung in the air. The atmosphere was like a tangible, insatiable hunger that had to be fed.

Word had gotten out, and throngs of people began gathering in a cluster, that begat another cluster, that begat another cluster. Again and again, one after another, the numbers of the assembly grew. Each member was hoping to catch an opportunity to see Him, close-up, in the living flesh of Glory.

Yes, it was Him indeed... He, the One who was the awaited Messiah, was coming towards the multitude that was gathering.

I glanced, longingly, to catch a glimpse of His face as He was walking closer. Would He look like I had imagined? Would He smile, or look my way?

The heads bobbled back-and-forth in front of me, as all of them struggled to catch their own glimpse of the One who delivered people from demons, and did great miracles all in the Name of God.

There were others with him. Two, or maybe it was three, walked just a step or two in front of Him. They, like Him, were sandal-footed, and small puffs of dust were being raised from the dry soil with each step that they took.

His friends were smiling and glancing back at Him, ever mindful of the need to protect Him, should the crowd press in too closely. Their dark curls peeked out from underneath the coverings over their heads, and their faces were clearly impressed upon my heart. They were having a wonderful time with Him, and were enchanted with the penchant in the hearts of people, to adore Him in the place of His Presence.

I stretched higher on my tip-toes to see over the heads that now moved from side to side blocking my sight-line. I was no longer able to see over these ones that stood in front of me, and all I knew, was that I had to see Him...and I desperately began seeking fresh openings between the moving masses of hair and head coverings...

But, it was to no avail.

The whole situation for me, almost felt hopeless. He was known for finding the ones who were least likely. So, possibly there would be hope even for me. Even behind the throngs of people, He would notice if His Father noticed... or if the power had gone out from Him.

I too, had heard of the woman with the issue of blood – she had touched the hem of His garment. She had crawled between the feet of the ones who had gathered. There in her desperation, she had allowed nothing to stop her.

She knew He was the One. He was her only hope. No longer would she be a woman who wore a name of shame. It was insatiable hunger... and it drove her to it. She found a way... and now, so would I.

I caught a fleeting flash... mostly of the back right side of his head, going past, and out in front of me.

I had to see Him, and I caught myself slowly lowering myself to the ground, like she had done, and I too began crawling. The dust was now thick from the bare feet and sandals that stirred on the earthen surface below my knees, and I momentarily held by breath, and squinted for the sake and protection of both my extremities and my eyesight.

I would have had to presume that He didn’t know that I was there... but then again, maybe He did. The murmuring and blurred sounds of the crowd were disappearing somewhere off into the back, and over my head, as they continued shuffling off, and following behind Him.

My knees were clamping down on the lower half of the beige garment that I wore. It slowed down any possible speed in terms of progress. The head covering was now dangling and blocking the vista that could possibly lay before me. Frustratingly, within my haste to break free from them, I was continually being forced to pull my fingers out from underneath the feet of the dispursing mass of "Followers" – all to spare any possible breakage of the very hands that guided me. The tops of my feet were now dragging over the small pebbles behind me, and I winced with the pain.

Finally, the thinning crowd in my area had dispersed enough for me to see, and I was able to come out and from around them. I wanted to jump to my feet, and see Him... but, alas, it was too late. All I could see was the back of them.

Sigh.... The crowd was starting to move in tighter behind them, once again obstructing my view, and now there was no longer any chance of seeing Him.

Really, I had not even dreamed of touching Him. I merely wanted to see Him; that was all, and it would have been enough for me. My head hung in disappointment, but my heart held onto its desperation. It was insatiable hunger.

Then it happened...

Suddenly, instinctively.... I began grabbing and clenching the handfuls of fine sand that His feet had walked upon. Perhaps, to the others, if they had even noticed me, I would have appeared to be a desperate, crazy woman who was grabbing sand from the street...but they didn’t understand.

I had touched-not the hem of his garment, because I had no access to it, but I was able to hold what He, Himself, had touched. Some may have thought that might have been settling for second best... but to me, it was the very best.

After all, it made perfect sense to me, that if power went out from Him when she touched the tassels of his robe, then surely the sand would carry the power of His presence where He had stepped. It was the next best thing... it was within my grasp... and it met my need.

I would hold onto it with all I had. It was tangible, it was a memory, it was power, I could take it home, and now, it was mine. I would carry it with me like precious cargo, to a place where I could safely store it. Perhaps, it could be a vessel of some sort, that could I could set in a place of honour upon my mantel. Yes... that would do nicely, for now.

Little did I understand in that moment, it was what I would carry in my heart, that would outlast it all. I had experienced insatiable hunger... and I would only be temporarily satisfied.

With an incredible jarring sensation, I was suddenly removed from the indwelling vision of where I had travelled, to my place of physical reality...

A place of insatiable hunger... temporarily satisfied.

'Tis the Season To Be Busy...

2008-12-22T11:43:00.000-05:00

My husband is working madly on lifting the old subfloors up to reveal the wonderful, original plank floors hidden beneath them as I am typing this! It seemed like an opportune time to sneak upstairs, curl up on the bed, and catch up for a few minutes!

This has probably been the busiest season of my life!

Our new ministry blog is up and running at blog.destinyword.com and the website at destinyword.com, unfortuately, is still under construction... so catch me over at the blog if this one seems to be quiet at the moment!

Some incredible things are happening over there, and I will tell you more in January, when I have more time to post about them.

We had part of our incredible Destiny Word staff/team visiting here at my home, in November/December. They arrived in from Hawaii and New York, and blessed us all! Our staff/team members from here in Canada were also delighted to finally meet them in person and not just through email, phone calls and webcam.

The connections were immediate, powerful, and genuine. Eric and I are truly the most fortunate partners,to have such incredible people encouraging us, assisting us, and working along side of us!

My family also wanted to spend time getting to know them a bit more, rather than be working on the renovations - so unfortunately they all had to put up with a bit of mess!

Truly, this would normally, totally, stress me out, not to have things looking perfect, but I forced myself to relax about the whole thing, since there really wasn't a whole lot I could do about it anyway. Thankfully, with their relaxed, easy, casual attitudes, I found myself a tad liberated in just letting it all go... and wound up having a whole lot of fun!

All that to say that we have family coming for Christmas in a week's time, the renovations are still not finished, and I don't have my tree up yet. Lol.

I keep thinking of a sign I once saw hanging on the wall of a quilt shoppe, "God put me here on earth to accomplish many things, and right now I am so far behind - I will never die!" I laugh, but admittedly there are just some days when it feels just like that! Of course, we know we are only meant to concentrate on today, and not worry about tomorrow. It will have enough things of its' own to deal with! Lol.

Let's face it... I am so behind right now, that I am starting to meet myself coming and going. Life as I once knew it, is no longer...

I am in a new season.

Yes, 'tis a new season on the horizon... and I look forward to it and all the adventures it holds! It means changes are coming, and changes have to happen.

Several things that I have been involved in, are going to be let go, in the interest of moving forward into new areas of my life. Newer schedules and routines are being put into place, and more efficient methods of application are being developed. Old unfinished loose ends are being gathered up, and completed, but will not be replaced by newer projects or added to.

It will mean guarding my time, far more closely than I have been, and sneaking away from time to time for some quiet space. However, the quiet is a tad remiss at this particular moment with the musical sounds of sanders "whirring", the vacuum sucking, hammers banging, and music festively playing in the background.... Besides which, hubby is calling my name to move some stuff....

Ah well... I shall pop back in for fifteen minutes again later. In the meantime, enjoy your holiday preparations, and I will go put a wreath on the front door!

'Tis the season to be busy.... fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

Enjoy It While It Lasts....

2008-10-09T14:17:00.000-04:00

It is that time of year when the various allergies, colds, flu, and so forth hit many a household, and ours has been no exception.

Hubby was knocked off his feet last week with some form of virus; and susceptible to asthma even on a good day, of course, it went straight for his lungs. Now, a week later, he is still grasping his inhaler and coughing like there is no tomorrow. His usual calm voice carries a new resonance of bass tones, and sounds like he is trying to see how low it can go. Like always, he is dragging himself though his usual daily stint in the workworld, in spite of the fact that he needs more rest. Being the ever generous soul that he is, however, he passed it on to me.

So days later, here I lie.... still.

Undoubtedly, with the allergies of the season also playing their part, it has been nothing less than frustrating. My to-do list is growing by the minute, and lots of orchestration in the heavenlies has been happening. There is just so much to do. So I drag myself, and then fall onto the bed when I have run out of strength.

It is always nice for the first 24 hours, isn't it? Then it grows old pretty quick! I don't rest well, so while I am lying down, I am usually reading, planning some art-quilt pieces, writing my column, blogs, books and updating my already overloaded calendar.

Yesterday, I started working out the schedule for some upcoming challenges and calls-for-entries that are coming up over the next six months. It pays to think ahead at times, and sometimes you realize there are steps you need to work out in advance. So I was very thankful to see that I needed to get out and take some pictures of fall scenes, and the leaves before they were all gone.

Autumn's brilliant colours can draw photographers, artists, and tourists from all walks of life. And I ask you, "what person can refute a God who can create such incredible ranges and hues of those glorious fall colours"?

My dear friend Val, loves driving around the countryside. Armed with her own camera, it was her intent to take pictures on the way home from doing her errands, anyway. In one hour and a bit, she would have to pick up her children - but, we could do it, it was not a problem!

So she very graciously picked me up, (in spite of my non-energetic and sickly condition), and off we sped across the countryside, to pause and photograph! Indeed, we would be more than willing to accomodate each other's whims to "click and check" as we went along!

Aren't digital cameras wonderful? You can point and shoot, check, and do it again if you need to. A healthy battery is all that is needed! Hundreds of pictures later, you can take those country roads home and peruse your works of art!

Of course, we never think it is enough, and know we will be heading back out again in the next few days, to get some more; provided today's winds don't take all the leaves off the trees!

Right now, I have what I believe to be the essential things for my creations, so far. But since the motto is to "always be prepared", I will have to make sure that I grab the opportunity to go for one more spin, with pointed-purpose, and see what else that we can capture onscreen for interpreting into fiber and art.

If you haven't been out for a tour of those country roads yet, why not consider grabbing your own camera and going for a walk or a drive? Or how about hanging around the house, and grabbing a rake and a wheelbarrow? You can dive into those leaves with your kids again, and enjoy the rustling sound of the leaves blowing in the wind!Maybe you could, go pick a pumpkin in a patch, and make a pie with your mom... or make some pickles or jams for Christmas, with all that fresh, fall produce on the stands.

Christmas? Would you believe it? It is only 11 weeks away from today! And, my list just got a whole lot longer... sigh.

Guess I'd better enjoy it while it lasts.

Update: Turns out they think hubby has pneumonia... and it is possible I may have it, too.

A Wing and A Prayer!

2008-09-24T13:19:00.000-04:00

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"

2008-09-23T10:58:00.000-04:00

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!

2008-09-18T16:54:00.000-04:00

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!

Cottage Workshops

2008-07-25T00:23:00.000-04:00

I spent last summer teaching and testing out workshop techniques and samples, and got to share them with a gaggle of ladies at a couple of cottages! They, in turn, made sure I got a lot of sunset boat rides, lunches on the water, and entertainment value for my efforts!

The summer faded to a close with more private lessons on creating yarn and thread scarves on the sewing machine, which went over really big in the end! I terrorized them by not showing them how the 'mystery' project was going to work or look, and tried their patience, by telling them only what supplies they needed. The poor things actually trusted me! (Hee hee)

The 'not-so-convinced-that-this-is-going-to-work' ladies wound up absolutely delighted, and were begging for more at the end of the day! The men, of course, all thought their women had gone totally 'loopy'.

Once again, late this summer, the 'cottage-industry' will be in for more 'spectacular' workshops, as it was just simply way too much fun!

Hope proudly displays her creation!

She was heading back to Calgary with plans to make them for Christmas gifts! A good sign!

She chose to have a casual, relaxed free flowing edge on her scarf...

Camera shy, Nancy disappeared, but this was her scarf!

Apparently, she also made more!

She preferred, a more clean-edged look!

Lilac Altered Handbag

2008-07-19T11:00:00.000-04:00

Before the "incident" (lol)

Made the deadline... with this finished piece

Altered artwear, at times can be a simple thing.... and other times not.

A local artwear group to which I belong, issued a recycled-artwear challenge a little more than a year ago, and with great gusto, I jumped right in.

I had the piece in mind, and it all went swimmingly until the day of the deadline. Strategically cutting with the finest of embroidery scissors, I managed to make one cut too many in my beautiful blouse! In the blink of an eye, my beautiful creation was spoiled, and with just hours to go until the meeting, I was desperately in need of an item to show... and so began the lilac purse adventure.

Off to the thrift store, I raced...

This lilac handbag was tossed into a bin of cast-offs, with nary a mark on the poor thing. No doubt, it was likely purchased for a wedding or some other special occasion. The simplicity of the style, and the somewhat vinyl-like texture of it, did not lend itself to a lot of fussy alteration. It was clean, and maybe a little boring to some, but it had potential and that was all I needed. Personally, I rather like a clean-lined simplicity to my projects, anyhow. It's just my own personal style... kind of classic and not a lot of fuss. The colour, though, was going to be a challenge in itself.

Everything for this particular recycled-artwear challenge, except for thread, had to be recycled. So I hunted through my stash of supplies to see what I could come up with in a hurry.

The grape leaves and stems were formerly part of a high-end silk-sprig that had outlived its usefulness, but inspired me to think grapes. The colour would work quite nicely and bring out the bluey-lilac tones of the bag. Now all I needed was something for the grapes.

Inspiration came again. I was struck by the shimmering tones in some floral "stones" that I had seen in a floral design wholesalers. I picked them up just because I loved the way the colours interacted and shimmered with each other. I had no plans for them, but they were eye-catching.

Our neighbour builds pools, and came home with a box of leftover blue mosic tiles. One box, was relatively useless to them, and he asked me if there was anything I could do with them. My father-in-law had just tossed a wonderful old, round, metal table and I thought it was a shame that I couldn't put a mosaic top on it. Lo and behold, a freebie of timely tiles had arrived! I decided that adding these stones, amidst the tiles, would work nicely and compliment the blue - if they could withstand the changing Canadian weather. (The "grapes" are in actuality the "frog" stones that you put in a vase with your flowers.)

The colour of the leftover stones, from the recycled-table project, certainly enhanced the colour of the bag...and my speedy, required project was birthed. And, it was certainly do-able in a couple of hours!

The "challenge" in this task was really about getting the grapes to stick to both the bag and to each other. After several frustrating attempts with different apoxys, super-glues, and glass adherants, they finally adhered! But, time was fading, all too fast...

You know the old saying, "the hurrieder I get, the behinder I get"?

Thus, the "incident". The stones, in their uncooperative state, were sliding off of one another, and in my haste to maintain control, I managed to get the glue on my fingers. It wouldn't work on the glass, but it didn't hesitate to create a bond on human flesh!

The ordeal ended up with an embarrassing call to the 1-800 number on their product. A dazed support tech, between snorts, wondered why I hadn't worn gloves, and chuckled as he explained the solution to my problem... it was just plain old nailpolish remover. Go figure...

A Fractured Work-In-Progress

2008-07-18T21:23:00.000-04:00

This is the fabric before the calculating and cutting begins...

This is the piece, as it stands, in the "unfinished project" pile... my procrastination goal for the summer.

This is a piece that I started some time ago from a class that was taught by a friend of mine. Taken from stategic multiple cuts, on a single piece of fabric; it mirrors the effect as if looking through water.

It is seen here in its rough form, in a 'before' picture, taken a year ago. It needs a very simple border, (as it is a busy composition in scale), along with some free-motion threadwork that will echo the movement of the petals and leaves.

This is a work-in-progress that I have chosen to complete before the month is over. It is a good day's work at most... if I can get time to get at it between writing on my assortment of blogs!

Maybe I will need to take my machine on holiday with me, and get a few more things done! (Lol)

Going Back to Nineveh - Part 2

2008-07-18T13:14:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda, Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:32:00 GMT on Pawn to King and is filed under Bible Study Notes ~ Copywrite July15, 2008

To review where we left off in part one...

In the midst of the raging tempest, Jonah was down deep into the belly, or hull, of the ship fast asleep. It is a natural inclination to shrink away from those around us, when we feel guilty about something and to hide out, and Jonah was no different from the rest of us. Pulling the covers over his head probably seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was simply a place to escape and shut off the truth that was no doubt permeating his thoughts. It was a temporary solution to what was going to be a never-ending problem.

Meanwhile, overhead, the fellow shipmates were wildly throwing things overboard in their panic to lighten their load, and avoid sinking into the surging waters. We are not told, but since they were a ship from a major port we could most likely assume they were regular sailors of the sea, and that their terror in the midst of the storm was evidence that things were truly of magnitude proportions.

Now they were all in it together; Jonah was running from fear, of perhaps failure more than anything, (aside from God’s possible wrath), and the men feared their own deaths at sea.

Doing all they could do in their natural circumstances, they were doing the exhaustive heaving of their cargo overboard, and at the same time, their circumstances were causing their own mortality to stare them in the face. They were calling on their gods and nothing was breaking in their situation. And all the while he is down there snoozing. Things were about to get ugly... Is the word “mutiny” ringing any bells with anyone? In all likelihood, it was probably crossing their fleshly minds about then.

The story continues with the captain in charge of the ship coming to the slumbering Jonah...

6 “The captain went to him and said, "How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us, and we will not perish." 7 Then the sailors said to each other, "Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity." They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah."

Most likely due to both frustration and fear, they were already deducing that Jonah and his sin was probably the cause of all their problems – and that he was responsible for the mess that they were in.

8 "So they asked him, "Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?" 9 He answered, "I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the land." 10 This terrified them and they asked, "What have you done?" (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.)"

Did you catch how quick they were to lay blame, and point fingers? They take no responsibility for their own sinful roles of seeing help in the wrong places in this saga, instead they choose to wager as to who is to be blamed for their crisis. The gamble was only a corroboration of what he had already told them. It was also an opportunity for him to confess his guilt with his own words and to absolve themselves of any wrong-doing - they knew he was attempting to hide, but from what? They had to know, so they inquired of him as to the cause of his running.

It would seem to be a strange time to be asking questions, particularly since he had already explained his plight to them. But again, the reiteration that sin effects not only ourselves, but those around us, also causes one to acknowledge that others will also reap those repercussions, particularly when the one who sins is in close proximity to us. As a teacher/preacher/prophet he was going to be held answerable for his actions. He was reflection the state of his own people, and likewise was going to be held responsible for his actions just as Israel would be. The storm was God’s tool of verification and they were not about to mess with Him when they now knew He was in control of all of it.

11 "The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, "What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?" "

Sure enough, when trouble hits, both the innocent and wicked people will cry out for God, and they asked Jonah to do it on their behalf. The bottom line is that even in their desperation to save themselves, they were not going to touch what they recognized as a “man of God”, and they correctly presumed he would know the solution to their dilemma – the act of appeasing God for the sins that had taken place.

12 "Pick me up and throw me into the sea," he replied, "and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you."

He was taking responsibility for his actions; and bless him, he was sparing the innocent in this tale, of their possible outcome. It was a true parallel of sparing the nation of Israel.

13 "Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. 14 Then they cried to the Lord, "O Lord, please do not let us die for taking this man's life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, O Lord, have done as you pleased." 15 Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. 16 At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him."

Jonah’s chances, of surviving the storm, were not likely a reality in their minds. The intensity was only worsening as they went along. The idea of shedding innocent blood was also not an avenue that they wanted to pursue either, as there was accountability for that too. So, they tried to head back, but it was clear there was only one option. Finally in their desperation, they pleaded for His mercy, and tossed Jonah overboard.

At the calming nature of the sea, the men actually then started to repent from their past and to worship the One True God. Unfortunately, it had come from fear, and not with a pure heart motive. They promised a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows, most likely to give Him even more of what was due Him, when they landed.

17 "But the Lord provided a great fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was inside the fish three days and three nights."

This was a dramatic conclusion to the first portion of his journey... being swallowed up into the belly of a fish. Ironically it was another parallel to the earlier time when he opted to hide in the belly of the ship. Once again, he was residing in the deep, dark, place...

The scripture says God prepared a great fish, and much debate exists today as to the type of fish it was, but that is not of true relevance to this actual story. It is the miraculous ability for Jonah to breathe life while in the captivity of that environment. It was a divinely orchestrated miracle that would mirror the effects of not only Jonah’s sin, but also that of both Israel and Nineveh.

A prophet is often marked by experiences that make them empathetic, sympathetic, and compassionate for the people to which they speak.

It truly is always about the heart choosing the right thing...but more often than not, the journey can be about choosing the wrong thing...

Poor old Jonah still may not even have known it at that point, but he was going back to Nineveh.

Going Back to Nineveh - Part 1

2008-07-18T13:03:00.001-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda, Mon, 14 Jul 2008 13:38:00 GMT on Pawn to King and is filed under Bible Study Notes ~ Copywrite July 14, 2008

Have you ever had a Biblical character that you can truly relate to? More than once, I have found certain commonalities with many of the rich, yet vibrant, ordinary men and women of God’s Word.

Not too long ago, one of my ministry partners, Eric, and I were having a conversation online, and he commented how he felt like David. Now, feeling like David isn’t such a bad thing, as David was a man after God’s own heart, and so is Eric. Eric is also a worshipper, just like David was. So in his contemplative state, that was a good place to be.

As for me, I just had to chuckle. It was one of those days, and I felt like Jonah. It was like I had been swallowed up and spit out on the beach, and now I was heading back to Nineveh to finish what I should have done in the first place. Truthfully, I could have saved myself a lot of time, especially since I knew I would have to deal with it eventually - as we always do.

Since one of the purposes of the Pawn to King blog, is to bring the relevance of scripture and to parallel it with the journeys of our own lives, perhaps we will break this into a couple of small bite-sized chunks for a couple of days, and take pause to think about our connection to “the something familiar” in each of us.

The “something familiar” in this lesson is that “we all have a tendency to want to run from something in our lives”, and Jonah was no acceptation. So let’s check out his story and see what transpired with him....

Going Back to Nineveh

Let’s start at the beginning of Jonah’s story in Jonah 1:1-3 (NIV)...

"1 The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: 2 "Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me." 3 But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord."

The bottom line? God spoke. The man had a mission to fulfill, and he opted not to do it. Not only that, he ran from it.

Jonah’s father's name was Amittai. It was the Hebrew word for "truth". "Truth-telling" was most appropriate to a prophet and this must have been a powerful accountability reminder to Jonah in more ways than one. So, facing the truth that was staring him in the face was unavoidable - he had been instructed and commissioned.

He knew exactly what his assignment was. This prophet of the Lord was being sent to provoke His people to them to a place of repentance. God was pointedly sending him to Nineveh, into a dangerous, powerful, threatening, heathen culture; not for its’ own benefit, but also for the purposes of shaming Israel. Just imagine, the city could possibly be turned around by one single prophet that was on his first preaching assignment - while they themselves had missed the messages of various, prolific, prophets from the past and their current day. So really, just how would that look for them? No doubt, it didn’t feel like a good position for Jonah to want to be put into as they would have no excuses, and neither would he.

Jonah’s choice was to run.

Let’s face it, if all those previous guys couldn’t accomplish what God had sent them there to do, what were the chances that he would? Who could blame him for feeling that way? He would most likely seen as some young prophet spouting words, or perhaps even appearing to them to be a false prophet. Perhaps Jonah’s flesh would even end up getting in the way. No doubt, he probably would have liked to see them going down far more than watching them get right with God. Either way, he had a message to give and he was opting out.

The consequences of withholding the information were not going to be fun. There is an awareness that sin never effects just the person committing it - it effects all those around them too, so one has to wonder what was going through his mind at that very moment. Somebody was going to pay for his deliberacy of omission.

True, Jonah felt weak and inadequate, (we find out just how so in Jonah 4:2, later on), it was because he saw how little he had helped in bringing his own people to God. The other bottom line? He forgot that God was going to help him in his divine calling as a prophet.

“4 Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. 5 All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship. But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep.”

The ship was going down, and in their panic they began tossing the stuff overboard to keep from sinking. In their turmoil, they called upon their own gods and idols for help. Jonah however, was oblivious. Lying down and sleeping was probably his way of coping and hoping it would all go away.

Really, what he sought was a little peace and quiet... but did he really think he could run from God? Psalm 137:7-10 would have been a familiar word to him...

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”

So why did he think that he would be able to escape the land of Israel, and the prophetic anointing that was on his life?

Seriously, how often do we just want to pull the covers over our head and wish that it would all go away? Do we ourselves think that God is just going to let us off the hook, when He asks us to do something? Even Jonah knew the real answer to that one.

Take this time and ask yourself, "what has He been asking you to do that you are running from, or procrastinating about"? What is that purpose and destiny He is calling you to? Do you already know? Have you ever even asked?

Have you thought about the passions of your heart, and the dreams that you once had? You will often find the answers have been there all along.You do know you are going to end up doing it eventually, right?

We can either work with Him, or against Him... His methods may not always make sense right away, but they will certainly work.

He will always win, and eventually we will find ourselves "going back to Nineveh"... to finish what we should have done in the first place.

Created to be Crowned

2008-07-18T12:55:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda, Sat, 12 Jul 2008 22:20:00 GMT on Pawn to King, and is filed under True Stories

As artists or designers, we have a chance to work in many different mediums and in many diverse forms. We take what is possible, experimental, successful, or even disastrous, and make an attempt to turn out a piece that we are proud to place our name on.

We create because there is an incredible part of our personality that longs to express our thoughts and ideas in a way that will speak to others in a powerful and intimate way. If we are successful, you will be able to identify any artist’s works without seeing our actual name on it, simply because our style or the ‘handprint’ on our piece is so unique.

God, our unique Creator, with both His words and with the work of his hands, performed the most miraculous forms of originality in creating both the heavens and the universe. The One who created all that is within it, is the Master of diversity and distinctiveness. Everything is colourful, exceptional, purposed, and has a matchless beauty of all its’ own. It is the interpretation of that creativity that influences how we view our world, and art, as such a personal thing.

For an artist, official challenges and competitions are a chance to exhibit can bring the best, and sometimes the worst, in any creative personality - fuelling the creative part of us that needs just one other excuse or “outlet” to design something.

A recent “challenge” was to incorporate a specific line of hand-dyed fabrics and threads for a show entitled “Quilters Pleasure Weekend”. We were required to purchase a kit that contained one spool of hand-dyed thread and two different fat-quarters of fabric (2 pieces, 18” x 22”), instead of the usual strips (9” x WOF, or what is known as width of fabric).

In spite of the already excessive amounts of fabrics stashed away in the cupboard, I wanted to personally challenge myself to use only the kit without adding too much to it. That meant a smaller project, but hopefully something that could pack a lot of punch!

It goes without saying that it would have to be something different that would catch the attention of the judges. Colourful and eye-catching, the workmanship would have to show off the true beauty and colour of the threads and fabric, without overwhelming the design of the item itself.

Inspiration came, and I knew what I wanted to do. The size was do-able and different. When studying fashion design, one of my required courses of study was millinery, but I hadn’t really done anything with it since. Now I found myself inspired to peruse every book I could order from the library in order to refresh my skills and knowledge-base on the subject.

I went through the process of creating the various pieces of the hat and mapped out the design itself. Then I started cutting out the sample pieces to perfect the details and catch any flaws within the project.

Perching the sample pieces on a ‘design head’ and seeing what alternations needed to be made... I began to contemplate the ‘crown’, which is the portion of the hat that sits on the top of the head. The crown gives it both structure and stability, and is the determining factor as to its’ overall fit and appearance. The top has to be well constructed in regard to the covering, fit, height, width, and shape, or else it loses its purpose and effectiveness. In other words, a hat is created to be “crowned”.

In the end, the simplicity of the overall design put me in mind of a frontal view of Tutmose’s painted, limestone sculpture of Queen Nefertiti that was made in the 18th Dynasty. It would almost appear like a flowerpot perched upon her head. She is wearing a period version of a royal head-covering, but it is not in our minds’ eye what a traditional crown would look like.

Searching out the definition of crown in the dictionary confirms that a crown was “reward of victory and honour and the titles associated with such positions”, “a royal, sovereign or imperial type of headwear”, the uppermost part of the head, mountain, tree or shrub, “the part of hat that sits on the top of one’s head”, “a wreath or decoration for the top of the head or skull”.

What is most interesting, is the Miriam Webster dictionary also adds a comment regarding to the “capitalization” of the word “crown”, referencing it to “(1) imperial or regal power: sovereignty (2) the government under a constitutional monarchy: monarch (7) something that imparts splendour, honour, or finish: culmination.”

There is not one crown that will be remembered as powerfully as one the wreath of thorns and crowns...woven and twisted... to be used as a tool of mockery on the head of Christ for His crucifixion. Worn by the King-of-Kings and Lord-of-Lords, it imparted the finish and culmination of His life’s purpose in the form of a man - in order to bring salvation and eternal life for those who would choose to believe. Because of His unselfish position of royalty as the Son of God, we too will be entitled to a crown of a different kind... if we choose to believe.

If we look at the Word of God in the New International Version, there are 70 verses that have the word ‘crown’ included. Noting that re-emphasizing verifies the importance, in reference specifically to our focus, there are a few outstanding verses that confirm there is indeed a crown that awaits each one of us at the finish... the culmination of our walk with Christ.

“Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.” 2 Timothy 4:8

“Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.” James 1:12

“And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the crown of glory that will never fade away.” 1 Peter 5:4

While the dictionary definition confirms that a crown is a “reward of victory and honour, and the titles associated with such positions”, the Word of God indeed guarantees that it will be a crown that is custom designed, creatively made, custom-fitted, and embellished with jewels that you have rightfully inherited and earned as a child of The King! Like Queen Esther, “you have been called unto a royal position for such a time as this"! (Esther 4:14)

...You were created to be crowned!

Sparklers or Fireworks?

2008-07-18T12:50:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda, Wed, 02 Jul 2008 13:36:00 GMT on Pawn to King, and is filed under True Stories

No major celebration of patriotism would be complete without a large dose of fireworks, and Canada “popped, snapped and sizzled” at the end of its’ Canada Day celebrations in style! The glorious splashes of colour burst forth in the starry skies, and with only the occasional spot of cloud cover, the brilliance of the sparkling spectacle was not missed by anyone!

Living as part of Canada’s capital region, we are privileged to see our country’s diverse ethnic and celebratory styles in many forms and venues. The “oohs and ahhs” of the crowds said it all. Attendance numbers were record-breaking across most of the country, and flags were waved proudly from sea to shining sea! Elated crowds, clad in red and white clothing, sported temporary red and white flag tattoos, and the delighted children waved their sparklers high and wildly!

What we experienced, the night before, was the simplicity of sitting on the docks at our friends’ home on the Ottawa River and creating our own personal display over the water. We were only too delighted as we lit and relit, to see even more small shows erupting across the river in Quebec, and downstream on the shores of one of our provincial parks, located in another nearby community.

For Canada Day itself, as has been our routine for many years, we join friends and friends-of-friends for a potluck-barbeque supper and head into a nearby town, with kids and lawn-chairs in tow, to watch the fireworks lob over the horse-shoe shaped falls and flowing rivers. In addition, the many boaters in the area come upstream and anchor themselves to get a front-row seat of the skyward production, creating little bobbling light shows of their own on the shimmering surfaces.

Perched on my seat and watching these beautiful bursts of colour, I likened them to snowflakes. Each one unique, and with no two ever alike!

As they banged and echoed off the surroundings, the brilliance of light would illuminate the focused faces of the crowds that were gathered on the hillside all around us. One could not help but note the smiles and the impact that the tiny sparklers and aerial eruptions caused.

As I studied these marvels of showmanship, each created to give a “fairy-tale punch” to any special occasion that they could ever be used for, I noticed a plane flying a few extra thousand feet higher and wondered what an incredible view they must have had flying over the fireworks below them that night! I did the “child-like faith” thing and wondered if God, Himself, was enjoying the colours that He had created, and if when studying the faces of His children as they watched, did He wish that we would celebrate and focus on Him with such excitement and intensity.

Sparklers burn slower and progressively as opposed to fireworks, which are created to launch and explode. Both are created to make an impact and to grab an instantaneous, emotional response. I just wonder if our personal walks and relationships with Christ leave the impact of sparklers or fireworks in the world!

Do we generate a small spark around us... burn slowly... haphazardly... spewing randomly in our output and design... like a sparkler? Or, are we pointed... focused in our aim... and purposed in our design... and ready to explode with impact in our faith... like a firework?

Are we, "like sparklers and fireworks", leaving a memorable impression on the hearts and minds of those around us, as we work together in creating a marvelous show of Light... or are we a stand-alone example of showmanship? And, are we making an impact on His behalf, not just on special occasions, but everyday of our lives?

How about you? Are you a sparkler or a firecracker?

No More Storing Up the "Stuff"

2008-07-18T12:44:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 11:25:00 GMT on Pawn to King and is filed under True Stories

Our delightful old girl is a mere 142 years old, but is only officially registered as 139, as that is the earliest tax registry that they can actually find on her in the archives. She is a designated “century home” and wears her plaque on the front wall of the house proudly. She has a rich, local history, and if her walls could speak they would have many stories to share. And, like all good women, every once in a while she needs a makeover to help perk her up and give her a fresh perspective.

Since life takes us on many paths, and a household of people can evolve in many directions, it means seasonally discarding old ways and old things. So our interior is now undergoing a quick cosmetic redo. And, like the shoemaker, who works on everyone else’s shoes but his own children’s, mine is always the last to get done.

It last had a dramatic freshening up, in its overall interior appearance when we moved in 25 years ago. Our tastes have changed since, and time and everyday wear has left its’ evidence. In other words, I am way too busy, way too sentimental, and have way too much “stuff”.

Okay, let’s re-phrase it and say it this way, “My name is Brenda... and I am a packrat.” Or, at least I was. I have finally outgrown the need to hang onto everything, and to attach a memory to it.

I no longer have a desire to store up stuff that I have to be continually maintaining, especially when I have long outgrown it, or don’t need it. Nor, do I want to have to worry about it - speaking not only in the physical, but also in the spiritual sense of things.

A while ago, I shared with a group that I was speaking to, this oh-so-true statement. “We spend the first 40 years of our lives accumulating things, and the next 40 trying to get rid of it....and rarely do the kids even want it when you leave it to them, anyway!” I am not sure who originated the quote, but it is quite likely that there was a packrat in their home!

It was the small flood in the basement, this past Spring, that spurred me to get rid of the excess “stuff” in the house. There I was, scrambling to move boxes over to one side in the studio, knowing that I had not looked at some of it for years, nor had I even missed it.

So, now I am decluttering ... and in more ways than one.

Confirmation has come, many times over, that God is now moving us over to one side, like the boxes in the basement studio. As individuals, as a family, and as a church body, He is sorting through our contents, and decluttering what we have long forgotten and buried away, in order to ready us for the physical move that is coming in the near future.

All I can say, is that one way or another, I am not taking all this “stuff” with me! I want to go with the least amount of “stuff” that I can possibly move, and I am not going to ‘clean house’ at the last minute. I want to deal with it all now, and enjoy my life without carrying the extra baggage on my shoulders!

I want His will and His way, and He reminds us that His way is not about storing and carrying the material things in our lives. Matthew 6:20-21 says, “But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

Like my house, I was way overdue for my own interior makeover. So I came back from my last trip to the states and dealt with those things that were robbing time, energy and space in my life. Prolonging the inevitable tasks proved to be a weighty issue that was never necessary in the first place – even though I can appreciate the lessons learned in the interim. And like I mentioned earlier, it took no time at all and almost all those ‘looming’ problems were solved on the spot.

Isn’t it interesting that when you study procrastination, it is often determined that the actual task itself never took any time to accomplish in comparison to the time that it was struggled with, the nightmares it caused, the relationships it destroyed, or the time it stole away?

In undergoing this interior overhaul, the things from the past that I have procrastinated on, (hoping that someone else would deal with it, or it would just go away), have finally come to the place where they have to be dealt with or tossed aside permanently. No more hanging onto the extra weight on my shoulders, as a result of not dealing with the tasks! The excess baggage is taking up way too much valuable space – in my home and in my heart!

Why do we store all this “stuff” anyway? Why do we postpone what we could have handled within the moment? Why do we focus on what we see only before our eyes, and not beyond what the eyes can see?

The bottom line is that I no longer want to be a packrat. I want things to be simple, uncluttered and spacious in my home - and to still be the authenticity of our family and where we are right now, at this point in our lives. Likewise, I want an uncluttered interior space in my heart, my head, my soul, and my spirit, so that I can reflect the authenticity of Christ and who He is in any given moment.

There is no room for excess baggage in these houses! So, it's out with old and in with the new.

No more storing up the “stuff”.

Come "As" A Little Child

2008-07-18T12:25:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 11:03:00 GMT on Pawn to King, and is filed under True Stories

My hubby’s family resides in England, except for his parents who live next door to us, and my sister-in-laws and their families, who both live quite a piece away. So, when family gets together it is always a big deal.

His cousin Clive, and his family, blessed us with their presence this past May, and we were able to go on vacation with them for a week or so to a charming cottage in the Muskokas. Pure cottage country, it is a delightful blend of rustic cabins and millionaires’ hideaways. Picturesque and serene, it is a vacationer’s paradise – a place where you can get away from it all and just be yourself.

Of course, when you are on vacation, you will always do some of those things that you wouldn’t normally do every day....

Out on an exploratory tour of the area, we happened upon a quiet little park, just on the outskirts of a tiny village. Walking out onto the dock, some dipped their fingers in the still waters to see if it was warm, others dipped toes, and still others wandered off to the side to check out the foliage of the Canadian landscape. It was a calm, serene, spot and we almost dared not to disrupt it with our chatter. And that was when I spotted it...

There in its’ shining, silver, glory was a gigantic swing set. There is something about recapturing those sweet childhood moments... Swinging, back and forth, and jumping off to see how far you could land... Hair blowing in the breeze behind you... Could take your brother out doing it (lol)?

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” ( 1 Corinthians 13:1)

It was the first scripture that popped into my head... and although it was not originally intended in this content, it sure summed things up.

Everyone else suddenly spotted them, too – the swing, the slide, and the monkey bars. Who could resist? We adults joined the kids, and became childlike once again. (Granted, I don’t remember the seats on the swing being quite that narrow when I was younger!)

Pumping your legs back-and-forth, and building height in your swing.... isn’t our daily walk with Christ like that? We hop on the seat of our new position of life in Christ, and soar. Up and down, we follow the path of our journey with him, with all its’ highs and lows. Eventually, somewhere in the middle we have to stop and be still, only to see we are still seated with Him, and that we are in a calm and quiet place...

Suddenly, we were all laughing, giggling, and having fun being kids again. How He loves it, when we become as little children. His Word even says so.

“Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.”

You will find these words in two places within the New Testament, where Jesus is blessing the little children. (Mark 10:15, and Luke 18:17 NKJV) Of course, we know when anything is reemphasized in the scriptures, it is of great importance.

It says “...as a little child”. That little word “as” caught my attention. Turns out the word is Greek, and originally is written as “hos”, (pronounced hoce). Used here as an adverb, (or a verb helper), when translated it means “as it were, like, be like, as if, even, even so” and another long list of similar definitions.

It turns out that it is a small word, with a big meaning!

We can be naive, goofy, serious, and real “as” children. We can sit at the feet of our Father and hang on His every word, and recognize that He is our ‘hero’. He is our protector, shield, and defender of faith. He is all the things we would want Him to be, and more.

Don’t you just love those simple, uncomplicated moments when we can feel like a kid again?

We need to be know that we are His children, and He wants us to come “as” (like, as if, even as) His “kids” with childlike faith, love, trust and hope at all times. And, we also need to know, that like all good “daddies” and fathers, He will lovingly stand behind us and push us on this “swing” that we call “life”. We just need learn how to be seated on it...

... “as” a little child.

God Shows Up

2008-07-18T12:01:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 10:07:00 GMT on Pawn to King,and is filed under True Stories

Just when you feel like you're ready to throw it all it in... When it all seems too much, and makes no sense... God shows up.

Yesterday, I continued to be carrying the weight of many struggling hearts and hurting people. I was having difficulty even praying in the Spirit, for both them and myself. For days, just simply carrying this overwhelming burden, had been nothing less than wearing.

A couple, that my husband and I know, is going through a long season of difficulty in their marriage. Nobody knows about it. Certainly, we didn't, but God does. As man-and-wife they have run on parallel lines, as though a railroad track with no cross-beams beneath, except for once in a while.

They came to my mind weeks ago, and once again they were on my heart. So, I called the house.

The wife was at home. She thanked me for the encouraging words, and for making God "personal" once again (see previous blog entry). Then she pointedly made sure that I understood that my obedience was one of the reasons that they were still married.

I barely know this couple, so how could I possibly be responsible for them still being married?

It turns out that years ago, when I was sitting in a church one night, I had written a word of prophecy for them - one that I have definitely long forgotten. It spoke of the difficulties they would go through, and that God would restore their marriage - and as long as they hung in there, it would come to pass. She tucked it in her Bible, and says that she has read it often over the years - as it gave her hope when she felt she could not do it one more day.

Isn't that just like Him?

It really has been a struggle this past week. The weight of a "grieving" Holy Spirit, has permeated my heart and it has felt like something eternal was altered - that there is no going back to capture it in all of its' natural perspective, never mind the spiritual side of things - that even what I personally had to do, had all been blown out of the water. Nothing would be more heartbreaking to me than to miss what He wanted.

When I am there, my heart is here. When I am here, my heart is there. Granted, He has a plan, and it will all work out. Patience, of course, is being tested at every turn. Not being sure what I am to be doing, beyond the present moment, is new territory for me. In His mercy and grace, He has almost always provided that insight beforehand in my journey. Blind faith is not difficult, but it sure can be a test of endurance at times! And when and where there seems to be no outlet for doing what you are called to do, God shows up and makes one.

Our up-and-down moments in life are all being used to bring a message of hope, if not for this moment, for one down the road. So, remember...

When the time comes and you feel like you want to throw it all in... God shows up.

...And God Became Impersonal

2008-07-18T11:50:00.001-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:53:00 GMT on Pawn to King and is filed under True Stories

As I glanced around the funeral parlour, my heart sank. Only a handful of people had shown up to say ‘goodbye’ to a life that had, no doubt, mattered to God.

Barely a dozen family members, and three ‘friends’, that turned out in actuality to be strangers that were providing the food ‘post-burial’, were all struggling to support her only heir, a son.

Her own minister didn’t even bother to show up, and another had stepped in to fill the void. A supposed ‘Christian burial’, the woman hadn’t even walked a life of personal relationship with Christ at all, and in the end it actually made a mockery of the entire situation.

I thought back over her life. Once a vibrant woman actively involved in her local church, she had become a lonely woman who rarely ventured beyond the walls of her home – and as a result, became a recluse.

Her husband, a much older man, had passed away many years earlier. In her grieving, she had asked the people around her for space. No doubt, she may even have inadvertently ‘pushed’ them away. They said they wanted to honour her need to mourn her loss, but in the end, the ‘church’ folk just never called...not even her own minister.

….And God became ‘impersonal’.

A faithful servant for decades, she gradually stopped going to choir and other activities. She lost her heart to even be there. In reality, all she wanted was for someone to reach out and care… to find God in the midst of it all… but still no one called. Eventually, over time, she had become bitter and forgotten altogether, and she felt she didn’t matter to anyone.

….And God became ‘impersonal’.

Weeks after that, on a Sunday morning, I sat in the back corner of my own home church. Scanning the sanctuary, I noted a few visiting faces and made a mental note to speak to them before they left. After service, in the busyness of people wanting to socialize, they somehow got missed and slipped out the doors and back into the world.

I wondered if we were the only ones, that very day, that would have made them felt like they mattered. Perhaps, in their quest to find Him in a moment of trouble, we might even have saved someone, who in their own quiet place of desperation was thinking of taking their own life. Maybe, just maybe, because we overlooked them they thought that no one cared; as much as to say, that they felt they weren’t seen or heard even by Him.

…And God became ‘impersonal.”

In this day and age of busyness, I often wonder how often we ‘servants of Christ’ can make God become ‘impersonal’ even in our own personal circles of contact. After all, we are called to be His hands and feet, and to be a light in the darkness.

How many opportunities in any given day, do we get the opportunity to reach out to someone and introduce Him in a real and personal way? How do we reflect the very God that cares enough to know the number of hairs on our head, and on whose palms our very names are written - making Him not ‘impersonal’, but ‘personal’, caring and real?

It’s a risk, but let’s face it, some risks are just worth taking.

A very recent trip to one of the toughest neighbourhoods in NYC showed me that while every opportunity can be a risk, some are just easier and safer than others. My two ministry partners had warned me of the danger of being present in such a place, and I was most grateful that God had positioned me between them for protection.

The men, deep in conversation, had not noticed immediately that I was no longer with them. As we rounded the last corner to head to the van, I had stopped to encourage a lady officer who was sitting at her post, where she was contained within a small vehicle. The beating sun, blended with the ‘concrete jungle’, made the heat more unbearable than was possibly comfortable. In her tiny, glassed-in environment, I paused at the window to acknowledge her - commenting on how hot she must have been in full uniform, and inquiring of her need for a drink of water. It was greeted simply and hesitantly, with a nod and a half-smile.

All I knew in that moment, was that God had suddenly become ‘personal’ and that I was simply a vessel to let her know that ‘someone’ cared. Little did I know, that by the grace of God and my total ‘naivety', that I could have had my head blown off for doing it in that area! The inquiry had given me the favour of continued ‘life’ in that moment to me, and made God ‘real’ and ‘personal’ to her. My dear friends on the other hand , are no doubt glad that my gift is one of intercession, rather than walking with them around the ‘hood and endangering their lives!

A willing vessel, can make a big difference in a moment and a life. So, take the time today and encourage those around you. Take every opportunity to leave a mark on your fellow man and let them know there is an awesome God who loves them and cares, or else, they might just think that they have become forgotten...

…And God becomes ‘impersonal’.

"Consider It Paid In Full"

2008-07-18T11:18:00.000-04:00

Originally posted by Brenda Thu, 19 Jun 2008 00:13:00 GMT on Pawn To King and is filed under True Stories

Recently, my husband’s reliable half-ton went in for its’ mandatory emissions test and came home with a rebellious tendency to quit or stall in the most untimely places - like perhaps the main intersection of a nearby town. Towed to our own personal mechanic, and unresponsive in revealing its’ new personality quirks; it was issued passage via a tow-truck to a more ‘diagnostic’ facility. There too, we met with fate as hubby was told it was no longer worth the expense of fixing his trusty, or should I say rusty, friend.

A quiet man of few words, he pondered his quandary and drove my own personal set of wheels home. Three drivers and one vehicle would not do, especially in our busy lives! The intensity of his workload would not permit perusing choices of vehicles at the moment, nor would he have time to be bothered selling it. It did not appear to be good for anything but parts at that point, and that was when the Lord put it on his heart...he was give the truck away.

There was a young man in the youth group of our local church who had a truck just like it. He made arrangements for him to take ownership, and went back to the dealers to square up what was owed. The gentleman behind the desk looked at him, pen in hand, and asked if he knew that that same young man was working for them, and that the young man had told with him what my husband had done. My husband explained that he had no idea, he just felt that he was to bless him with it. The gentleman, struck by my husband’s generosity towards his young employee, took the rather sizable bill, stroked a line across it, smiled and said, “Consider it paid in full.”

My delighted husband then went next to our own mechanic to settle his outstanding debts with him. He too inquired, as the outcome of our adventure, and was struck with my husbands’ heart to give the truck away to this young man. Curious as to how our bill faired out in the end, he listened as hubby shared how they cleared the bill since the young man worked for them. Good friends since childhood, our mechanic was not to be outdone – he grinned as he slid the bill across the counter, stroked across it with the pen, and said....“Consider it paid in full.”

Two days later, on Sunday morning, my husband showed up for his weekly stint in the sound-engineering booth. The father of the young man was playing on the worship team that morning and had already shared with the visual-technician, a dear friend, what hubby had done for his son. Our friend smiled from ear to ear. “That was a nice thing that you did. Did you know my son works for a car dealer? Well, we look after our ‘family’ here. I will be right back”, and he went off to make a phone call. His son would be on the lookout for a new vehicle for us as of that moment.

The next morning, our phone rang at 7:30 am. Our new friend had found the perfect vehicle for us... a Honda Oddyssey. Perfect it was, and in mint condition. The price was a steal! Details aside, the young man went as far as to go home, grab his own personal camera, shoot some pictures and email them to us. We, of course, were thankful to our faithful Lord for His exceptional provision and speedy orchestration!

Several phone calls later, it was arranged for them to drive 7-8 hours across the province and pick it up. All the details were being looked after on the other end. The father, our friend, would take the time and visit with his son, and would drive my hubby to Niagara Falls. My husband figured of course, that he would pay for the gas there and back for him. However, when it came to time pay, our friend had already paid it and knowing the story so far, chuckled and said, “Consider it paid in full.”

No problem. Hubby knew that they had a hotel room that he could pay for; he would reciprocate his friend’s time and trouble there. One can only imagine the stunned look on his face as the hotel clerk registered her final key strokes, looked over the counter, explained how the friend had done much business with them, handed them the key, and said in words of her own, “Consider it paid in full.”

No one noticed the license plate until I needed to find the van in a shopping mall parking lot, full of the same colour and make. We recognized that it was our initials and phone number on it, and I wondered how they were able to get us such a ‘personalized plate’ so quickly. Turns out it wasn’t a ‘personalized’ plate from them after all. They thought it was one they had ‘randomly’ picked from the pile, but we know better. I howl with laughter, every time I see God’s handprint and handiwork confirmed on the ends of our vehicle!

“Consider it paid in full”. Those words leave me awestruck with the mighty God we serve, every time that I hear them! Only God, Himself, could have orchestrated the events above, and only God, Himself, could have given such a message. When we are faithful to the obedience of Christ, He will bless us in ways that we cannot even begin to imagine!

No greater pause, however, should be given as to the message, blessings, and generosity in those words when we think of Christ.

I can just visualize Him hanging on the cross that day, uttering those powerful words, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”... and now, as I lean in close...as He takes His last dying breath... I can imagine and hear the words He may have whispered quietly to all humanity...

“Consider it paid in full.”