Far Above What I Asked For

Something happened this afternoon that got me thinking…..You see, I had made an appointment for an hour’s long deep-tissue massage. I was excitedly looking forward to what I know from past experiences to be an hour of blissful relaxation with much needed soothed muscles. A good massage can leave one with a type of euphoria that lasts for days, even well into the following week. It has to be among the best forms of stress relief and relaxation.

This appointment was not an inkling to what I had been expecting. My anticipation that drove me through the morning could be said to have suffered a great defeat. I didn’t have strong hands rub and massage my tired old muscles. I didn’t feel that I ought to hire said masseuse for my own personal service on an ongoing daily basis.

This massage was not at all the answer I had sought for my aches and pains…. It was FAR BETTER!

This kindly gentleman masseuse  asked one  question before serving up the “answer” to my simple plea. Was I having trouble  in a specific area?  Realizing that I was suffering with neck and shoulder pain for some weeks now, he knew what I needed today. I could have enjoyed the traditional and even specific request to my needs  but being armed with full knowledge of my problems, he instead gave me JUST WHAT I NEEDED.

I shan’t go into details on the wonderful treatments on  my neck and shoulders since it is technical and pertinent to my own issue. I only state that I feel revitalized and strong. Instead let me relate what occurred to me when I came home to my husband.

Sometimes we ask God for specific answers to our various needs. As believers, we wait with excited anticipation. We KNOW without a doubt that our awesome God answers prayers and we know He wants to bring us peace in our lives. The reality is that He alone knows just what we need for each situation. He even knows that in giving us what we need, sometimes He has to allow us to travel different paths. Often times we even have to endure new pain and aches as He makes known to us where we should be.

“His ways are not our ways…”

Are we willing to submit to Him that He knows best how to bring forth blessings, healings, restoration and redemption in our lives?       Or do we want to limit God? Sure He can bring us what we ask for in prayer. But more than likely He has even more for us!

“For what father, knowing his child needs bread, brings him instead a stone…”

I did not come home today with the satisfaction of having had a good long massage. I came home with the knowledge that old kinks and creaks have been broken and with continued attention to stretches and exercise, I can look forward to a painless future.

This man gave me more than I asked for. He granted me far beyond what I paid for.

Jesus Christ wants to give us more than we could ever even think of asking for. He wants to be limitless in provision for us. He wants to pour out blessings that go on and on so that we can testify to His love and mercy.

What will you be thankful for looking to Christ in all areas of your life?

My God is Limitless!

A New Song

Do 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!

“I call upon your name Lord, the name above all names….You are the One Jesus…”cropped-2323232327ffp35-nu326-577578wsnrcg32359363955-nu0mrj.jpg

Blessed Abundantly

When I tell people that I am so very blessed, I see shoulders shrug, eyes begin that roll of distain, indifferent smiles that rather resemble smirks, agreeable acknowledgement, and then the “No wonder” look. I mean, in general my life looks great and it is. I live in modest luxury, have a loving family, am surrounded by wonderful grandchildren and have my health, for the most part so yeah, one could say that constitutes ‘blessings’ galore.

But it hit me today sitting in my Motorhome, while listening to a podcast from my church in Bermuda here in the middle of the wilderness, that I am blessed in spite of the ‘things’ that fill my closet, bank account or ring fingers and ear lobes. Because if material things are what defines how blessed one is, then there are far too many Christians in this world who are seemingly less blessed than I.

So not true. I am blessed because I have been lifted up from the darkness that threatens to overpower too many people. I am blessed because I have been mercifully forgiven by my precious Abba Father. I am blessed because I am free to worship God openly. I am blessed because the Holy Spirit is at work within me, ever molding and shaping me into the woman God would have me be. I am blessed because God never leaves me nor forsakes me, even when I am least deserving. I am blessed because I walk uprightly because of the precious shed blood of Jesus Christ.

In my Father’s eyes, I am pure and clean, because of the covering of that Blood.

In my Father’s eyes, I am beautiful beyond description, even though by worldly standards, my skin sags, my knees creak, my eyes dim and my words get mumbled.

I am His Child and I am BLESSED.

Glory to God.

The Blues-Busters

I have 10 grandchildren; 6 boys and 4 girls. They are each a delight to me and hubbie!

This week, with the schools closed for mid-term break, I have the honor of entertaining 2 of my granddaughters, aged 10 and 11 yrs.

I wasn’t sure how this week would play out having just managing to pull myself out of a kind of blue funk but praise be to God, these little darlings (I have named them The Blues Sisters…they would chase away anyone’s mid-week Blues)  are working their magic on me every day. From the following photos, I believe you shall see that it is I who is being entertained by these imaginative, active, precious little girls.

Have a lovely day…..

The Dawning of a New Day

This post is to update you about some new changes on my blog.

While I shall continue to write about a variety of things, as the mood strikes, I wanted to share my new user name. I think this reflects more of who I am.

I am still a part time RVing Girl and love it but there is so much more…..I hope you will agree.

Tomorrow, I shall get back into blogging and sharing with so many dear friends I have made these past 6 months here on WordPress.

God bless you all.

Special thanks to my precious friend Jessie Jeanine once again who has inspired me at just the right time! (http://jessiejeanine.com)



An Email from Mom

I have been a mother for over 37 years and part of my reward is being a grandmother to the best kids in the world!

My four children are grown and long since on their own. However, once a mom, always a mom. I still feel protective and more often than they would like, I also feel instructive.

You will gather that I still would like to tell my kids what to do or how to live. Mostly I keep these views to myself but this weekend I have broken this little informal rule and decided that since I am still their mother and still myself always learning, I should impart some of my views upon them once again. I seem to be able to express myself far better with the written word (Many ‘fights’ between my dear husband and myself over the years were fought and won this way….not saying who won but most of you will guess that it was me Aha!)

Anyway I penned a brief email to them about the subject of prayer. I won’t parlay it in detail but I will share some of what I was trying to say to them.

First thing we ought to be sure our kids know is: God doesn’t have grandchildren.  That is, once they are adults, it is up to them to form and cement their own relationship with their Heavenly Father.  No one gets into heaven on anyone else’s say so. Sure I can and will still pray for them but they have to take time to develop their own prayer life. I am as guilty as the next person in this way. If there is an URGENT prayer need, I get on the phone and call a brother or sister or friend I believe to be ‘closer to God’. It is fine to ask for prayer support. But hey, why aren’t we building that relationship for ourselves? Get on it! Get into feeding yourselves spiritually. That is, make time for God! An hour a week? wow….is that enough? Would you be satisfied with God only giving us an hour a week? It is by His grace that He picks us up when we fall. But He expects us to mature and grow. I truly believe that reading the Bible is more necessary than ever in this crazy world. Do we ensure that we nourish our bodies at least twice or three times a day? YES…..we need to nourish our spirits and minds. His Word is food for our souls!

There is more I shared with my family but I just wanted to share a little of it with others out there.

How do you feel about this?

I am deciding to make 2012 the year of Victory in our family!

Victory in the Lord.

Victory in prayer.

Victory in answered prayer.

Victory in growing in relationships with God and each other.

I am standing firm in this and I am witnessing before you that there will be GOOD NEWS to report before this year is through!

Blessings to you all.





I See Drab People

 I had to share the following written by one of my seven brothers……. He makes me Laugh!
By: Ed from Vancouver
For a period of time last year, I considered bringing in a professional laundry consultant to propose a solution to my troubles; dull whites and drab colours.  I spent hours, perhaps days fretting over the hardness of the water and the type of detergent I should use.  Did I need bleach and if so, what bleach would perform the best?  Dry or liquid?  Was I destroying the environment in my quest for whiter whites and more colourful colours.  My clothes appeared as though I had purchased them around the time of Woodstock, and it wasn’t just this thing I have for tie-dyes and bell bottoms.  My clothes had that well worn appearance.  Before long, I developed a habit of throwing out and replacing every item of clothing on the first day of each month.  It was costing a fortune, but I had to have clothes that not only were new, but looked as though I just bought them at my neighbourhood Walmart.  Nothing worked.  I even began buying things from the Shopping Channel.  For just $19.95, (plus shipping and handling), every item of clothing in my wardrobe would be revived and look new, if I just sprayed them with; ‘Miracle Renew’, or, my money back; guaranteed (less shipping and handling).
Then December 19th came and who could believe that everything would be changed.  The galaxy would spin through space just like it was supposed to.  My whites became white and my colours, more colourful.  
I got a new lens in my left eye and all was well in my world; white, blue, green, gold, red and yellow tie-dyed t-shirts and bell bottoms were bright and new again.

A Gorgeous Bermuda Evening

So, in some of my recent posts I know I moaned and groaned about how cold Bermuda can be in the winter and most of you felt no sympathy for me whatsoever. And then my sister (http://oldgirlnewtricks.wordpress.com)  engaged me in a heated blogging battle about who suffered through the winter more, Bermudians or Canadians …..she did such a fine job that I conceded defeat long since and this evening’s little spell out on my patio sealed that deal once and for all. Whilst it CAN be damp and cold and bone chilling here, MOST of the time, such as this evening, it is amazing. We are truly blessed to live on this island. WOW…..God certainly knew what He was up to when He spoke this place into being. And for that I am eternally grateful.

Bermuda is blessedly beautiful.

Thank you Lord.

Bermuda Evening Glory



No More Please

I know it sounds mean and unspirited but when I reflect on why I wanted to Blog in the first place, I have to be brave and stand firm in this decision I have made today.

I DO appreciate the kudos thrown my way, I really do. But I have to say please, PLEASE no more awards. Not that I have been inundated with more than the average and not that I am in such demand. I really really am trying to be somewhat humble in all of this but are there any of you out there who are beginning to feel slightly burdened by all these awards? I mean there are rules and regulations that constrict my time, time when I could be writing or composing any number of posts.  It is as though people in their quest to praise others, which is a sweet thing, are looking for new ways to create new awards. I believe the way to praise and admire others’ works is to comment on their blogs or even to mention them in passing in our own posts.

Do any of you feel the same as me? Or is it just me and my impatient aging not so gracefully ways?

Am I hard-hearted and mean? OR am I just being totally honest?

Please feel free to tell me what you really think.

I am just too worn out to go through the regimen of any more award nominations.

Hope I don’t lose my followers in this but…..c’eat la vie.


PS…..have you also noted that when one gets nominated, that is NOT really to say one WINS…..I mean ask an Academy Award nominee….they haven’t always walked home with the gold statuette….