Waiting for Dawn

A life well lived must include several vital components not the least of which is…sleep. To think that a good part of each day is spent lying semi conscious upon a bed may seem like lost hours in a ever faster revolving world (that seems to pass by with far too much speed once a person has entered their 60’s) must be denied and I am here to attest that not a moment is ever really wasted. Indeed, while the refreshing time is necessary to face yet another day in the daily grind, that time of sweet sleep can be more than a proverbial snooze fest. You see I believe I have mastered the art of sleep. Or perhaps I should say, sleep has become an adventure unparalleled in the modern age of high definition and has consumed me with fervour. Ah, dreams….hmmm
One night I may be carried through the wilds of Africa and just before dawn, I am thrust onto a sick out-of-control carnival ride. There are any number of confusing experiences all within the span of one night’s sojourn that would keep a psychiatrist in business for a decade but these insane dreams are not what concerns me right now. You see, it is 2:30 a.m. and I am in the middle of one of these dreams. I have decided that, rather than weakening to full cerebral control and perhaps try to read, I would bring my sleeping thoughts and excursions to you. And so, while it is rather marvellous that I am able to type during such a time as this, it is vital you understand that tis not I who pens this but my semiconscious state of mind…..
Perhaps too, by now, you will have realized that such a comedic attempt at forming brilliant communication, must only be thus explained….she is out cold, off the wall, and well into another episode of demented dreams!
I am sure that some hours after dawn when I do sit and sip my tea in the kitchen and work on another crossword puzzle to begin anew the day, I will be able to decipher some sane purpose in my jumble of words that lay on the screen before me.
And so now, I plan to shut my eyes once again, whisper some words of sweet worship to my ever present Help who never leaves me, hold onto the joy that God brings to my weary thoughts and roll onto my side to venture into yet another mid sleep slumber time…….hmmmmmm

We’re Singing Mother into Paradise

Every once in awhile I like to read old posts and I felt led to share this one again.

His Child 2

I wrote this over 16 years ago and decided to share it again in my blog….

I always remember the Twenty-Third Psalm was my parents’ favorite scripture.  Every night they would recite it together as they prayed for their eleven children and later many grandchildren and even great-grandchildren.  After Dad died, Mom continued this tradition.  We always knew we were loved and lovingly prayed for.  It gave us comfort and even encouragement over the years.  Then after Christmas a few years ago, we were called together once again when news came that Mom had another cerebral aneurysm.  Fifteen years before that she had had a successful surgery on two aneurysms and we were told then that there were several more.  She could live two weeks, the surgeon said, or twenty years before another one might burst.  So now, at the age of eighty-two, Mom lay in the hospital in Ottawa…

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It’s All About Me

Granted we are living in the “Me” age and being aware of that, I would venture to say, those of us with any sort of self awareness and conscience even, strive to NOT be that person. Deep inside; however, I feel sure everyone of us can relate to it. How we live our lives; How we interact with family members; fellow workers and so on….well being of sound mind, we generally do not want to fit into that mold. Then add in the fact that we call ourselves Christians, well, you can see where I am heading….
Max Lucado, well known Christian author and motivational speaker has written a book of this very topic, “It’s Not About Me”. Indeed, I admire Max and this book is one of his finest pieces of work. But today, in spite of how this message seems to be going, allow me to send you into a bit of a tailspin. Listen while I openly confess to you, that I avow here and now that indeed it IS all about me. Yes, you read that correctly. Now, bear with me and my huge ego while I explain the bold and honest truth of this statement. I feel too, that after reflecting on my words, you too will admit and confess this same thing after first experiencing some humble hesitation.
You see, in order to be spiritually nourished, any Christian worth his salt will advise you to get into the Word. Read scriptures, listen to the Word, sing the Word and study the Word. Today as I pulled myself away from the idiotic lure of today’s social media, I got back into some scripture I had been studying. I love to read and highlight, read and study, read and devour. It hit me then so very very profoundly that when I read in earnest, I must admit, It is all about me. Yes, and this is not a bad thing. It’s not a matter of pride! It’s a matter of life or death. Each of us MUST go to the Word as though it were written just for us. This is how it will impact your life, just as it impacts my life. If I browse through the feast that lies before me and just pick out a few little tidbits here and there, then I will leave the banquet table as hungry as when I sat down. If I admire a tasty morsel and take it in order to share it with someone I feel needs it, then I am but a fool. Every item on the menu that is set our before me is designed just for me. And realizing that I can eat my fill and still need more is vital. It certainly is a relief too that after rising from this table of delicacies, I will not be ungainly and fat. This food nourishes and satisfies like no other. This food brings life and healing, comfort and joy, love and peace and everlasting pleasure.
Yes, God’s Word is all about ME.
I urge you this day to make it all about YOU.

A New Song

001Do you ever wake up with an annoying song stuck in your head? Or some silly little TV advert? Worse yet….some children’s nursery rhyme on auto-rewind?!!

Well for the past week, I have started each day  with a new song that is lovely, comforting and ever-present with me as I go about my rather ordinary life. Now this could have presented a problem once upon a time because I rarely know ALL the words to any one song. That in itself can be torture to my feeble mind but then again years of such experiences have made me quite creative as I replace my own words to fill in such gaps in the repertoire that is my mind. But for some months  now  and I suspect every day from here on in, the words and music are clear and concise;  the melody is sweet; the music unforgettable. And I rest assured even  Bach could not compete.

I remember one day not so long ago, when my heart was heavy and my thoughts were troubled. You see, though I had been a Christian for many years, I had come to a place where I was not being fed and nourished Spiritually. I was attending a church just for the sake of duty and I was surrounded by nominal lukewarm believers. I thought that I would ‘get by’ feeding myself here and there with little tidbits of Scripture when I could make time. A dangerous game I was playing. The time became less and less and I allowed worldly matters to consume my days. Oh I wasn’t out bar-hopping or creating a ruckus but worse perhaps, I allowed myself to be satisfied with less than I  deserved and certainly less than God did. I knew I loved Jesus and I knew, without a doubt, that He loved me. I knew I was His child and was safe even, under His wings,  but I was settling for second best. In all of this,  depression crept upon me and tears flowed daily. I was putting blame everywhere but where it belonged. I had taken my eyes off the prize. I had set standards according to my feelings and attitudes.

Then came the day when I walked through the doors of a gathering that was serving up a great feast. The banquet hall set before me that day was made up of serious children of God worshipping Him freely with joy abounding! As I looked through my own tears, I began to recognize each and every person there as a long-lost brother or sister. I began to realize that this was the family God intended me to be a part of. Having been surrounded from my youth with ten loving brothers and sisters, I knew that they were just the beginning of a real family God had in store for me. And I did not have to wait until eternity to know the true love and joy of such fellowship. As the Praise  music faded, the Pastor came forth and began that morning, a year or so ago, to bring me into his fold. He and the other Godly Pastors taught that to be a Christian itself is not enough. It was never intended for any of us to rest on our laurels. God never meant for us to settle and stay in one place. At any age, He still had plans for us to prosper, not in the worlds’ ways but in His ways. He wants to use a lady in her 60’s as much as a man in his prime. He wants to see us grow daily. He wants to heal us and make all things new. He wants to bless us with His mercy and grace every morning and He wants to give us a new song in our hearts.

As I write this, I reflect on my new time of prayer and praise, my learning more and reaching farther. Still, there is much to be done. I still must place one foot in front of the other; I still fail too often but belonging to a family such as I have discovered on this small island of Bermuda, in this tiny church, with God’s dear people, has made me sing anew each day!

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