Nancy's Prayer Journal

Just for Fun

2012-01-24T18:45:00.009-08:00

Who is this strange man in the garden ?? This is the story behind the silk skirt on the man in the garden.

Since I have only known him for a couple of years, when this occurred he and his story was unknown to me.

Now he is my beloved husband and this photo has come to my attention.

The story is this....

For nine years Dennis has experienced many treatments for
'Indolent Follicular Non Hodgkins Lymphoma'

Indolent is slow growing...and he has had a total of 15 tumors, 7 of which he has at this time. The thing I understand about this type of cancer is that the tumors grow outward, and thus are easily treated most of the time. He has had both chemo and radiation. The down side of this is the concern that it is possible that they can change or morph or 'go inside to an organ', but for now that has not happened and we are trusting in the Lord to keep that from happening.

When this picture was taken he had been successfully treated with radiation for tumors in both groin areas. He's a tough guy with a wonderful outlook and value for celebrating life.
Anyway I am told that after the radiation treatments, he had nasty burns on his upper thigh areas . Did this stop this 'Mad Gardener of Pitt Meadows ?'

Not at all !!

Someone came up with this really good idea and out he went to do his thing in his garden with nothing more than his golf cap , shoes and his lovely silk skirt.

He's still smiling and is such a good sport to give me these photo's to show my friends. What a man ! I am blessed !

Nostalgia

2011-12-30T19:45:00.012-08:00

This is a Westclox Baby Ben Alarm clock and made it's appearance on the market in 1964. I used to work at Westclox General Time in Peterborough Ontario when I was 17 years old.

I recently discovered something rather remarkable when talking over the life of Pop, my husbands father, my father in law and until October of this year he shared our home until Jesus decided to take him to heaven at age 90 .

Pop used to call me his 'daughter in love'.....so endearing....

I only actually knew him personally since January 2010, thus only knowing him as a senior or maybe I should say 'Super Senior' since I am now myself a 'younger senior'.

A fun fact is that dad knew my mom when they were in their early to late teens before my mom met my father.

Anyway, Pop/ Paul Collet also worked at Westclox as the Foreman of the tool room and he became the lead toolmaker for Western Time Limited.....and Pop, our little Pop.....actually designed the components and the tools to make the components for the Baby Ben Alarm clocks. One of the most popular alarm clocks ever made.

I used to have one myself many many years ago.

So...once I discovered this wonderful news , we went on e-bay and ordered our own, just to have another sweet memory of this amazing man.

One thing I learned a long time ago was to see the value in the 'Senior'.

Remembering that this old bent form, who now needs assistance to get dressed, feed himself, and perform all the daily actions we younger ones take so for granted in our youth was once as young and vital as we see ourselves.....and has made valuable contributions to the same society that seems to devalue this same one once they are no longer young.

Once again, I digress...we are so blessed to have shared our last year together.

This little clock is a nice bit of memorabilia . Thanks Pop....you were really smart....way to go !

Oh the Places You'll Go

2011-12-25T00:05:00.003-08:00

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

The date tonight is officially December 25, 2011, Christmas Day.....well, it's still night time here in B.C. that's why I'm still up.

Something has happened to me some where along this day...this morning when in the shower I was thinking along the lines of an earthquake...don't know why at all. I usually think of these thoughts that pop into my head in a spiritual sense...so no big worries there.

Since I haven't blogged in a very long time, this may be a little 'out there'.

Anyway, it's Christmas time...but I have lost Christmas. Not the Reason, not the beauty of the Word becoming Flesh...just all the rest. My family is scattered all across Canada. I am here in a small town in the lower mainland of B.C.

I settled here last November after getting married....that's story has already been told. There is lots more to share on that year, but another post another day.

For tonight all I need to say is that there has been a change, a shift, whatever one wants to call it...an awakening...a change of direction.

Leaving Christmas behind, with all the wonderful fond family memories, has been very challenging over the past ten or so years. When I was a child it was my favorite time of year...peace reigned in an otherwise often 'war zone' between my parents.

With my own children I tried very hard to always make everything lovely, with the true meaning of Jesus coming weaved into the season.

But I digress....all that to say, sometimes, it's just time to take the 'other path', listen to the invitation of 'The Voice' and say yes, I will go and do whatever you have in your plan for us.

So...for tonight ....my response as the result of pressing my ear to the floor of heaven...hearing His heartbeat...is yes...absolutely yes...with all the grace and mercy needed to make this new transition and wherever that leads me.

Just don't want to miss the next chapter...so Jesus...lead on , and if sometimes you have to come back and find me where I may have stumbled I really like that you don't mind at all. You just keep smiling encouragement when you look in my face. Thanks for that Lord I just love your grin.

And so it begins.......

Christmas 2011

2011-12-24T23:29:00.005-08:00

Immanuel, God is with us.

Everything has changed.

The Kingdom has come among us.

We are changed forever.

Acts 2:1

2011-08-01T22:52:00.001-07:00

Suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled the whole house where they were sitting. Then there appeared to them divided tongues, as of fire, and one sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

The Holy Spirit came upon them suddenly - not predictably or expectedly or customarily but 'suddenly'.

Welcome to the world of Acts and the 'sudden' Spirit of God, sovereign and free, never subordinate to timing or technique. He creates His own agenda, determines his own calendar, and keeps His own hours.

Fire and wind now. House shaking later. Visiting the Samaritans after water baptism. Falling on the Gentiles before water baptism.

And here, roaring like a tornado through Jerusalem. The 'Sound' filled the whole house' and spilled into the streets. The whistling, rushing,blowing sound of a wind.

They began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

..........we hear them speaking in our own tongues the wonderful works of God.
So they were all amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, 'Whatever could this mean?'(vv.4-12)

Envision such a phenomenon. Imagine a cosmopolitan center such as New York City. Fifth Avenue is packed with business people, laborers, and travellers from all over the world.

Early one morning as the mobs throb their way to work, the sound of wind shakes the boulevard. The roar is so stout and robust that people stop dead in their tracks as if expecting to see a train blaze down the avenue.

Silence falls on the city only to be interrupted by the voices of a group gathered in Central Park. One hundred and twenty people speak, each one standing beneath a different flame, each one proclaiming God's goodness in a different language. Witnesses hear their native tongues. Jose from Spain hears about God's mercy in Spanish, Mayo from Japan hears a message in Japanese.....They hear different languages but one message: the wonders of God.

Whatever could this mean ? (v.12) ...rushing wind and falling fire....

At least this much....God loves the nations.....He longs to proclaim His greatness in all 6909 languages that exist in the world today.

He loves all people groups and equips us to be His voice.

He commissions common Galileans, Nebraskans, Canadians, and Koreans to speak the languages of the peoples of the world.

He teaches us the vocabulary of the distant lands, the dialect of the discouraged neighbor, the vernacular of the lonely heart, and the idiom of the young student.

God outfits his followers to cross cultures and touch hearts. Pentecost makes this promise: if you are in Christ, God's Spirit will speak through you.

Let God unshell you. And when He does, 'make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given , and then sink yourself into that.(Gal.6:4 msg.)

Don't miss the opportunity to discover your language.

I am reading the above book. I joined booksneeze.com and you get to review a book which they send you for free and you just write a review of it on your blog. Pretty cool...

So, this one chapter has impacted me most so far,especially the invitation to 'discover your language'....which for me has clearly been a burden for the elderly.

I love that God speaks every language, and likes to awaken our ear to hear the many and varied ways He chooses to speak .

And I really appreciate Max Lucado and the language the Lord has chosen to speak His heart to me through. Very nice.

A True Tale of the Wilderness

2011-06-11T21:39:00.002-07:00

This is my dear friend Carol who lives in the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario.

Actually I consider the location of their cute little home the wilderness....bush country....well, at least a few miles outside of the little tourist town .

Anyway recently Carol shared a bit of the excitement of her life in the wild of the Old Donald Road.

It was late at night when she heard a ruckus on the deck below her bedroom patio window. Upon investigation she saw a large bear....so she yelled at him to go away.

He began to leave then changed his mind and started back to the little bird feeder he had his nose into. Carol yelled again...'where was Bud ?' I asked. Bud is her husband. I thought he has a rifle.
He has...but he has no bullets.....( much laughing happening at this point in this story )

Carol , being the brilliant thinker that she is in a crisis, grabbed her saxophone which was nearby in her room. This lady stepped out on her bedroom deck and began to play that instrument with such vigor that ol' bear took off running into the bush never to be seen again.I forgot to ask which song she used.

I really love this story....she has had other bears, moose, and other smaller critter visitors.....but now perhaps the answer is the sound of the sax resounding through the bush , kind of like Gideon.

On the other hand I hope Bud gets at least one bullet for his rifle just in case.....

Love you guys Carol and Bud and hope to see you in the fall.

Never the Same Again

2011-05-08T14:39:00.006-07:00

I have been reading a book by Bill Johnson .
Face to Face with God.

I feel the Hunger arising in my heart for a new fresh touch , an Encounter with the Face of my Beloved.

Reading the experiences of a couple of well known names from the past , I can feel the Lord inviting us into more....there is always more.

Charles Finney....was a lawyer who became a revivalist and his encounter with God changed everything about his life, enabling him to bring about great transformation to the nation.

(a small excerpt....after he has accompanied his visitor to the door.)

" As I closed the door and turned around my heart seemed to be liquid within me. All my feelings seemed to rise and flow out; and the utterance of my heart was, " I want to pour out my whole soul to God. " The rising of my soul was so great that I rushed into the room back of the front office to pray.

There was no fire, and no light in the room; nevertheless it appeared to me as if it were perfectly light.
As I went in and shut the door after me, it seemed as if I met the Lord Jesus Christ face to face. It did not occur to me that it was wholly a mental state. On the contrary it seemed to me that I saw Him as I would see any other man.

He said nothing but looked at me in such a manner as to break me right down at His feet. I have always since regarded this as a most remarkable state of mind; for it seemed that he stood before me, and I fell down at his feet and poured out my soul to Him.

I wept aloud like a child, and made such confessions as I could with my choked utterance.

I received such a mighty baptism of the Holy Ghost. Without any expectation of it , without ever having the thought in my mind that there was any such thing for me, without any recollection that I had heard the thing mentioned by any person in the world, the Holy Spirit descended upon me in a manner that seemed to go through me, body and soul. I could feel the impression like a wave of electricity going through and through me.

Indeed it seemed to come in waves of liquid love; for I could not express it in any other way. It seemed like the very breath of God. I can recollect distinctly that it seemed to fan me, like immense wings.

No words can express that wonderful love that was shed abroad in my heart. I wept aloud with joy and love; and I do not know but I should say, I literally bellowed out the unutterable gushings of my heart.
These waves came over me and over me and over me one after another until I recollect I cried out ' I shall die if these waves continue to pass over me'. I said, 'Lord, I cannot bear any more,' yet I had no fear of death.

This bit of his story has stirred the desire within to once again surrender in welcoming You Holy Spirit of Jesus to possession of my soul . Waves of love.....waves of liquid love....how wonderfully amazing to have known such an encounter.

Changes of Season

2010-12-05T01:14:00.019-08:00

Praise be to the Name of God for ever and ever;
Wisdom and Power are His.

He changes times and seasons;

He sets up kings and deposes them. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. He reveals deep and hidden things; He knows what lies in darkness, and Light dwells with Him.

In the business of life time seems to fly by. Now here I am a married lady of just over seven weeks. The Season has indeed changed and 'suddenlies' with acceleration of just about everything to do with my life are things I have come to experience.

The Lord blessed us with His Presence on our Wedding Day . At this time of our lives we were very determined to make sure that as we stood before the Throne that day our marriage was before God as we pledged our lives to Jesus and to one another.

Now here we are living in British Columbia with Pop and Zoe....a very cute wedding puppy as well.

For all of us this exciting New Season has begun. The journey to this point has been very interesting, moving quickly with each victory the Lord has given us.

As for me....this is a very different place from anywhere the Lord has led . We are happy.....there are challenges and victories, there are struggles. This means I must seek strategy from the Throne room for specific times and issues.

So, as we grow along together I hope to be able to share my journey, my thoughts, my joys and my ponderings in this very new season of walking with Jesus.

There are mountains I can see just by looking out my windows, beauty all around. Once more this reminds me :

Song of Sol. 2:14. My dove in the cleft of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice;

And so , the sound of my voice You will surely recognize Lord, whether it be a song or a sigh....or a whisper in the night....You are here and we rejoice in Your Nearness.

Story of the Cape

2010-09-15T06:31:00.015-07:00

Last year I met an acquaintance from my youth. It's a good story....his father had been friends with my mother when they were teenagers growing up . Later, when my mother met and married my father, this friend and his family lived just up the street and around the corner. Nice story .

This person and his dad have now come into my life. This time in an amazing way and we are going to be married next month. Very nice story.

The thing that touched my heart early in our communication were the stories he told of his childhood and his youth.

Meet Dennis...five years old....sixty years ago !! It's the 'expression' on that face that first captured my attention.

One of the first stories he shared with me was something that had touched his heart at one time....it's a song, but I am sharing the lyrics that tell the story best.

A song by a chap name of Guy Clark, and the title of which is THE CAPE.

Please let me share it with you...

"Eight years old with a flour sack cape, tied all around his neck, he climbed up on the garage, he's figurin what the heck.
Screwed his courage up so tight that the whole thing come unwound. He got a runnin start and bless his heart, he headed for the ground.

He's one of those that knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath and ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE..

Now he's all grown up, with a flour sack cape, tied all around his dreams, and he's full of ---- and vinegar, he's busting at the seams.
So he licked his finger and checked the wind, it's gonna be do or die, he wasn't scared of nothin boys he was pretty sure he could fly.

Well he's one of those who knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath, AND ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE..

Now he's old and grey with a flour sack Cape, tied all around his head. and he's still jumpin off the garage and will be till he's dead. All these years the people said he's actin like a kid.
He did not know he could not fly, SO HE DID....

He's one of those who knows that life is just a leap of faith. Spread your arms and hold your breath, AND ALWAYS TRUST YOUR CAPE.."

Cute song....and the fact that sometimes those around us don't see us as the Lord sees us...and it is He who gives us the courage and the ability to find the 'Wind'and let Him carry us .....where no one else could have seen us go... flying free on the Wings of Love.

So...this past July when my Friend and Beloved came to visit , he had a plan of where we should meet....so here are a few photos' of our first encounter, and the fun I have to look forward to experiencing in the years to come.

My first view as I drove across the parking lot .....suddenly I was laughing , and laughing wondering if anyone else was looking at this crazy man in a Cape and if anyone had decided to call the Police......nope....sigh of relief !! Now all I had to decide was if I would actually get out of my car and meet him.....yep....sure did.

It seems if a lady of such an age as myself can leap from an airplane at 10,000 feet then joining forces with a man with a Cape, means I actually discover my own Cape.

Thank You Jesus...such a good story with a very happy ending. Dad has also been immersed in our lives and will join us when we relocate to British Columbia after we are married.

Such a good story Lord. We are grateful beyond measure.

Acts 2:1

2010-09-09T12:15:00.002-07:00

He loves all people groups and equips us to be His voice.

He commissions common Galileans, Nebraskans, Canadians, and Koreans to speak the languages of the peoples of the world.

He teaches us the vocabulary of the distant lands, the dialect of the discouraged neighbor, the vernacular of the lonely heart, and the idiom of the young student.

God outfits his followers to cross cultures and touch hearts. Pentecost makes this promise: if you are in Christ, God's Spirit will speak through you.

Let God unshell you. And when He does, 'make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given , and then sink yourself into that.(Gal.6:4 msg.)

Don't miss the opportunity to discover your language.

I am reading the above book. I joined booksneeze.com and you get to review a book which they send you for free and you just write a review of it on your blog. Pretty cool...

So, this one chapter has impacted me most so far,especially the invitation to 'discover your language'....which for me has clearly been a burden for the elderly.

I love that God speaks every language, and likes to awaken our ear to hear the many and varied ways He chooses to speak .

And I really appreciate Max Lucado and the language the Lord has chosen to speak His heart to me through. Very nice.

Power Of The Testimony

2010-08-16T12:43:00.003-07:00

We Wait For You

2010-08-11T13:46:00.000-07:00

Seven Years Ago

2010-08-10T12:54:00.002-07:00

This was just so much fun....leap for life.... August 9, 2003 . I have come a very long way since this event...and it's all good. Thank you Jesus !

2010-08-03T08:14:00.001-07:00

found me...rescued me...freed me!

2010-07-15T12:46:00.003-07:00

Though you were ruined and made desolate and your land laid waste
....those who devoured you will be far away.Is.49/19

Is.62:2...you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow.
You will be a crown of beauty in the hand of your God.

No longer will they call you Deserted, or name you Desolate.
But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah, for the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married.

As a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you.

No Place Like Home

2010-07-09T10:04:00.002-07:00

This is a recording made by my dad way back in 1962.

I just put some old pictures with the sound to see if it would work. Not too bad for a first try at movie making. Fun....

Kairos

2010-06-22T17:49:00.006-07:00

Kairos - Where Time and Destiny Meet

During 'Kairos' seasons....The Spirit of God invades the very fabric of life itself.

Everything accelerates and changes as reality is re-directed by the unalterable will of God.

So....I say Yes Lord.

More Joy

2010-06-12T16:53:00.002-07:00

The worship team did this song a couple of times when I was at IHOPrecently.
I was so happy to get to 'drink freely for myself' in the midst of the out pouring of the Holy Spirit Joy of the Lord and His great delight over us.

Hymn Night

2010-06-02T10:59:00.009-07:00

Last night I was privileged to be part of an old fashioned Hymn Sing Along with some new and not so new friends.
This young fellow, Eric, did a wonderful job providing the music while the rest of the audience called out the number of the hymns from the hymnals we were using.
What a fun experience for me, being on the smaller side of the 'senior' scale.

This lovely Lady helped to organize the event.

Good friends and family

Fun and Fellowship

Good snacks

A couple of my all time favorites.

I don't think we would make the cut for the Gaither Homecoming Videos, but I do know we put a lovely smile on the Face of Jesus who moved gently among us as we worshiped Him. I will definitely attend again.

Nana is 102 !

2010-06-02T05:53:00.002-07:00

The grandmother of my two youngest sons has passed another milestone .
Today Hilda is 102 years young.
Happy Birthday Nana, you are an amazing and blessed Lady.

He Loves Us

2010-05-26T12:43:00.002-07:00

Happy Birthday

2010-05-24T18:20:00.001-07:00

Today my lovely granddaughter is ten years old. Where have the years flown ?
Happy Birthday Sweetheart. I love you very much !

Love Came Down

2010-05-03T12:19:00.003-07:00

Welcome Home

2010-04-24T17:09:00.003-07:00

My friend Susan was welcomed home today .
Jesus came and lifted her into His Lovely Embrace.
Thank you Lord for Your Great Loving Salvation.

The Lamb Slain

2010-04-23T19:58:00.002-07:00

I know the Man who holds the keys to death. The Lamb Slain.

The scripture tells us that death has no sting. I believe this. But...there is a definite sorrow in being the one left behind when someone you love is in the valley of the shadow.

Recent weeks have brought me once again to this place. I have been an observer to two dear people who are in the process of dying. Leaving this planet and flying to Eternity. It is not pleasant for my friend Susan or my brother Michael. Standing alongside feeling so helpless to lift their suffering leaves me without words.

This evening I went to the hospital to visit as I have been doing for the last two weeks. My observations as I walked the halls consisted of some family members of another patient dressing in 'sterile gowns' before entering a room.
An elderly gentleman with a breathing tube in his trachea gasping for the gift of a breath.
My neighbor Susan , appearing small and shrunken under a soft blanket, finally resting from her pain.
Upon entering my brothers room where there were three other elderly men, sleeping, they all appeared already dead.

I turned and walked away down the hallway looking to Jesus. So much suffering. The hospital is a place of sickness, disease, dying and sad lonely humans . I won't dwell on the fact that every Thursday babies are killed for someone else's convenience one floor below.

The nurses are facing their own crisis of job loss due to the 'shaking of everything that can be shaken.' Still most of these ladies do an admirable job of ministering to people like Susan and my brother.

As I stood thinking and praying, I had to remember that Jesus has already paid for the healing and salvation of every soul in that place. Perhaps in the unseen realm there are many angels standing by to escort our dear ones the rest of the way.

For my brother and my friend, there will be great joy in heaven when they fly free of their sorrow and suffering. For me...I think I must look kind of stunned with a feeling of grief and frustration , waiting, waiting, waiting.

The Lamb slain....helping me carry the burden and helping me see with a heart of compassion as I walk this path with Him and those He has given me in the journey, to love and embrace in this valley that is ONLY A SHADOW.

Delirious?

2010-04-23T06:24:00.001-07:00

I See Jesus

2010-04-16T18:57:00.004-07:00

I see Jesus in you in all His distressing disguises.

2010-04-16T13:12:00.006-07:00

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

Jesus said to her, I am the Resurrection and the Life !
He who believes in Me, though he die, yet he shall live.

And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.
Do you believe this?

She said to Him, Yes, Lord.

Easter Album

2010-04-06T11:48:00.015-07:00

Always fun when visiting the city, is the Byward Market, full of an assortment of color, people and goodies, for those of us young at heart as well as those actually young.

I just couldn't resist taking a picture of this young mans hair style since I am looking for a new 'look' myself. He didn't seem to notice.

Neither did this artist

Finally bought myself some Crocs. Like them very much.

Then there is a wonderland kind of place called Sugar Mountain.My choice, chocolate covered jubies...not exactly low cal,but sometimes one must feast!

Aila is always ready for an adventure, and Anneka is almost as tall as Gramma. How did that happen ?

Beautiful Flowers

Eyes speak volumes

Where has the time gone?

Just topping of the day, we bumped into the Easter Bunny Person at the supermarket, well, ok he was the Nestle Rabbit,(note the backward N) but for free candy who will argue?

Reason to Smile

2010-03-31T12:50:00.014-07:00

With Easter coming soon, for some reason I decided to go to my personal movie archive and check out a Jesus movie from years ago. I think I needed to be reminded that Jesus is happy and who better portrayed this concept in the movie "Matthew'' than Bruce Marchiano.

So I settled in to be reminded .......

The point I want to make is that each time Jesus touched anyone, healed anyone, even as he was teaching his followers, he smiled. The scriptures came alive for me once again as the words were spoken on the screen.

Then he laughed !

He laughed with joy when he healed the blind man, the paralytic, when he was blessing the bread and fish, when he cast out the demons. Love joyfully displayed !

It was then I understood the laughter that I am beholding in the Student Awakening at IHOP. What joy Jesus experiences when one of his own finds freedom from the enemy.

For me , something wonderful slipped into my heart with each embrace I witnessed and tearfully experienced myself. And so I follow still , more fervently than ever.

For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross....for me.
So you can call me Joy !

Psalm 2/4, Psalm 37/13, Prov.8/31 , Is.62/5

Signs of Spring

2010-03-27T18:01:00.000-07:00

Today , though it was not very warm, I decided to take Zoe and head out to one of my favorite places . The buds on the trees are in evidence most places and the new green is beginning to be seen in the evergreen trees.

I really enjoy walking along the canal. The Lift Locks appear to be in need of a good cleaning. Once the snow is gone, all the mess that was hidden is everywhere, even in the water.

Many , many years ago, when I was a young lady of seventeen the fall season was warm so we were in shorts. The canal had been drained, and appeared dry and solid.

So.....for some unknown reason I decided to take a 'short cut' to the other side. I took a running start down the little embankment and ran full on out onto the bottom of the canal.

Nope...not dry...not solid....

The shear momentum of my speed sent me about half way across when I came to a stinking sinking stop !

Mired in muck and stinking like sewage mud almost up to my knees. White knee socks, and white tennis shoes....unimaginable !! Lots of crying and screaming happening as reality really does bite sometimes.

Somehow I managed to escape the grip of the underworld trying to suck me down. What a memory !

Side view of the Locks facing west.

This door drew my attention for some reason, so I went closer to take a better picture. The leaves are piled against the door . My little puppy Zoe, being so small, suddenly showed blood on her little butt fur. She had cut herself on a broken beer bottle hidden under the leaves.
So our adventure was cut short today. From now on I will be alert to ensure her safety . I will not go on a tangent on the kind of person who would throw a glass bottle away in such a manner...not right now anyway.

Little black squirrel in the tree enjoying a snack.

My favorite birds of the season were everywhere, squabbling over who gets the best worm.

The end of the day, a soft almost full moon rises in the east over our little home town .

Neighbor Update

2010-03-25T13:40:00.002-07:00

Last evening my sick neighbor came to my door to ask for ' refuge' and 'prayer'.

Earlier I had dropped into her place for a brief visit, to find an almost toxic atmosphere between mother and daughter . Neither are aware I don't think exactly why they are reacting the way they are to each other . It's a very difficult place for both to endure.

I must confess I was shocked at her deterioration and hair loss in the last week. This is happening very quickly.

So , my friend knocked on my door .

Today she was facing the consultation with the doctor who will be in charge of her chemotherapy, should she decide to proceed that way.

I can't imagine being in her situation.

Kind of a no win situation. Chemo usually makes a person pretty ill, especially in this case where, the cancer is in many places.

I listened for awhile, and then she asked me please pray that she would know the right decision to make. The prayer time was comforting to her, and to me since the Lord is so wonderful to make His Presence known, and His touch tangible.

He is so gentle with the broken and frightened . He knows the path ahead.
My prayer for my friend is for courage , strength and peace, but most of all a meeting with her Savior.

What an amazing and terrifying journey.

Reflections

2010-03-23T15:26:00.003-07:00

Today I was looking through some old pictures . I have decided to create a blog to remember my dad, and experienced one of those 'moments of interruption'.

This picture was taken way back around 1960 I think. I am the one in the black school uniform sitting at the end of the little table. It must have been some kind of special occasion since the little girl with the dark hair sitting next to my smiling sister JoAnne is not one of our family. Maybe it was baby Dar's birthday ? The boy child is my brother Michael.

Anyway, the point is I was looking at what was on the table. Empty milk glasses,(anyone remember a product called 'Milko', powdered skim milk ?) Heinz Ketchup or maybe Aylmer , and I think I even recognized the hamburger patties , mashed potatoes and likely peas.

All of this made me think of my mother. She cooked the meals most every day, though my dad could whip up some very smooth mashed potatoes, by hand not mix master.

Suddenly I am getting choked up thinking about this woman who served us kids most of the time with little thanks. So, back to my photos and more staring at the lady who held our family together.

Just remembering how young she looks here. I am way older now than she was when this was taken. Cigarette ever in her fingers,someones laundry hanging on the neighbors line. Actually that is the childhood home of the Redmond boys who went on to play NHL hockey. Even the yard looks so much smaller now.

Suddenly sitting here at my desk wishing I could talk to her again and tell her so much. Like how grateful I am for all she sacrificed for me.

I wish I had been more loving, I wish I had understood all the things I now 'really understand' as I have lived and experienced my own life with all the bumps and terrible surprises in the journey.

I remember feeling so rejected a lot of the time, yet this lady worked her butt off to make ends meet with five children in a small home. The teen aged years when it seems all our parents want to do is keep us from having so much fun? The truth is looking back I had good teen years. Funny how sometimes only the negative stuff sticks to the surface of some totally selfish memories.

But I digress...

I remember her trying to teach me to dance,(broom and all) since she was a great dancer in Army Shows, and then the day, I taught her how to do the 'Twist' with Chubby Checker wailing on the living room stereo.

Isn't it sad that it seems only in reflection we sometimes see and understand someone else's journey through life? It is on reflection and understanding from far off that appreciation for my mom has grown in my heart. To see her a bit how God created her to be is actually what I am seeing today.

I guess all that to say, Lord, I miss my mom today, tell her for me that I love her and all these years later, I really am grateful for everything she put up with from me and the rest of us.

So much love floods my heart even now. I look forward to the day I will see her again and tell her for myself how precious her memory and her life has become to me. I look forward to getting to know her for real some day and tell her , 'you did really great' !! I love you always, your Nancy.

Great Album

2010-03-22T11:02:00.004-07:00

This is just one of the many great tunes from another Bethel Live Album.
Great for soaking in the Presence of the Lord.

Put on Christ

2010-03-15T11:36:00.009-07:00

And do this, knowing the time....
That now it it high time to awake out of sleep;
For now our salvation is nearer than when we first believed.

The night is far spent....
The day is at hand.

Put on the Lord Jesus Christ

Value of a Sparrow

2010-03-09T07:32:00.005-08:00

About a month ago I found out that my neighbor friend has cancer tumors in her brain. Since then I have been praying for her and asking for wisdom, what to say and when, and generally being available.

She has been coming to my door frequently since then . There have been opportunities to share my love for Jesus a bit, and even twice, to actually embrace her and pray for Jesus to touch her, which He has been doing . She even felt His Presence at these moments and last evening even was in agreement as we prayed.

Now she is telling me it's also in her lungs and lymph nodes. Palliative is coming to visit tomorrow. She appears to be 'in control', and for now is planning on dying in her home. This situation is so familiar to me, even her personality reminds me of my little Aunt T.

So, we will see how this goes. Last night she asked me to come to her place for a few minutes. As she lit her cigarette and cussed the Lords Name,I found myself saying , oh ....please....do you know that I love Jesus ....sorry God she says....I have been trying to stop... and she really has.

Later I was able ask her 'Do you know Jesus came, died, and rose again ? ' Oh yes ! it's just all the other 'stuff'.

So the seeds of truth are there and with the help of Jesus, we will tend these seeds with love and service and prayer.
The main thing is that Jesus beholds the heart of each one of us and our journey from here ...well... what that will look like...I don't know for sure.

I watch as this Lady faces her death, planning it all even, which just amazes me. So I will walk with her as far as I am led and see how the Lord will save another little precious life. Prayer is appreciated.

Loved

2010-03-04T06:25:00.006-08:00

My Dad, He's not angry
He's not disappointed with me
My Dad , He's not angry
He smiling over me.

One Heart at a Time

2010-02-22T17:46:00.004-08:00

But Peniel knew what was coming. Each occasion he witnessed a miracle it was like experiencing his own all over again. Each encounter varied.
Every wound and hurt and longing was unique. And always, always, Yeshua embraced each person. He met every need as if there had never been a life so important as the one that held His gaze that very moment.

Blessed art Thou O, Lord God, King of the Universe, Who performs wondrous deeds.

First Yeshua probed the human heart. Illuminated the darkness of a soul. He found and extracted the arrow of loneliness or shame or longing that pierced the soul. That was the first miracle. Only after healing the heart did He turn His attention to healing the broken body.

One heart at a time, one life at a time.....

Remembering

2010-02-21T06:27:00.001-08:00

Thirty two years in Heaven today.
Wonder what he's been doing all these years ?

Toronto Fun

2010-02-18T11:10:00.002-08:00

Last weekend we traveled to Toronto to spend time with family. Part of the family is Maggie, a lovely companion and she just loves it when we visit.Zoe and Maggie are very happy together. Zoe is used to Maggie's size and doesn't mind sharing me with her for a bit.

Trying to get a family picture was a challenge but with Zoe on my tummy and Maggie by my side we figured it out, well, kind of anyway. I just love these dogs, I have to say.

Oh yes, I did enjoy the human company as well, but do these dogs know how to cuddle or what ? Makes one feel very loved.

I Love His Voice

2010-02-16T18:12:00.003-08:00

Chapter 18.....

Why, why had Yeshua opened the ears of Peniel's soul to the whisperers ? The accusations of the unseen enemy had trampled the newborn truth in the meadow before it drew a single breath !

Peniel fled to the apple orchard, He closed his eyes in misery and leaned back against the trunk of a tree. Clamping palms over his ears, he tried to shut out the memory of the voices he had heard.

But he could not shut out the despair that overwhelmed him.

Why Lord ? Peniel wept quietly as he prayed. 'Why should I hear such things ? I was happy here with you. Thought you were making a difference. Thought maybe I could make a difference too. Teach somebody something like you do. Tell somebody you love them.But no. No! They won't listen ! How can they hear you with that going on in their heads ?

Exhausted, Peniel finally fell asleep.

Peniel knew no one had heard Yeshua. No one in that vast assembly had listened...really listened...to a promise from heaven that could revolutionize their life forever.

How could Yeshua compete against those hideous whispers ?

Yeshua was watching Peniel from a distance. He seemed unperturbed by what had happened earlier that day.'How long have you been there Lord ?'

'Long enough,' Yeshua said kindly.

'You might as well come sit down then Lord. If you heard what I heard today rattling in the air you must be very tired'.
Yeshua joined him , leaning against the tree. 'Peniel, why did you run away ?'

Peniel bit his lip. 'The voices.'

Yes, I hear them all the time. They are always working against us. They are the enemy.

'I'll be honest. It was a dirty trick, you opening my ears and letting my illusions be smashed like that.'
'I thought you should know what you'll be up against if you're going to follow me. Discouragement is the Evil One's best weapon against those who do the work of my Father.'

'Well spoken. Point taken. I'll tell you what I think. I think the people might as well have stayed home. And you might have saved your breath for all the difference it's made. .......I heard the voices plain as anything.
All of them arguing with you . Arguing about you. Calling you a liar.'

'That's the nature of the enemy' Yeshua said. His voice was calm. 'He lies.'

'He's strong. Too strong for me.' Peniel shuddered.

'Did you notice the silence when I spoke the Truth?'

'I was happier before I knew Lord. Every human being in that field today was listening to some other ...thing...talking...talking...talking, while you taught.

'There are some who fight self delusion, Yeshua answered. Some who fight the numbing grip of daily life.
Truth. A handful in a thousand cling to it like a raft on a stormy sea.
But it's beginning. We're gaining a foothold here on earth. Yes, It's beginning.

Today, there was a man near the back. I saw him come late. After everyone was already seated. He needed real hope today. And he drank The Word down like cool water. He chose to believe me.'

'Chose ? Can a person choose to believe ?' 'Of course Peniel. It's the only way your faith can grow. You choose to trust that I cannot lie. You act on the word I have spoken. Then you discover that what I told you really is the Truth.'

............................................................

So, I have discovered another great series by my all time favorite authors Bodie and Brock Thoene. 'A.D. Chronicles.'

Way better for me than zoning out watching my tv at bedtime . I am blessed. There are a total of eleven books in this series. They are biblical fiction, and present a very accurate picture of the world in the days when Jesus walked the earth.

Sometimes the brutality of those days shock me and I wonder at the 'fullness of time' when God sent His son to earth to fulfill all prophecy and die on a Roman cross.
These books are full of scripture, and how all scripture speaks of Jesus. Rich very rich indeed and a timely discovery for me.

Elevator Encounter

2010-02-12T11:23:00.005-08:00

Time. Time is ticking by.
I can feel an explosion inside.
People get ready.
(lyrics by Misty Edwards)

Last night. Nine thirty or so. Time to walk Zoe .

As we wait for the elevator, the door opens and a Lady who was my neighbor downstairs steps off. She is pale and rather shaky.

I had missed her presence around the building, since she is on the housekeeping staff and loves Zoe. I had heard she was not well...speculations abounded.

This lady invited us to come and visit a while. She is now staying with her eighty eight year old mother who lives on our floor.

'I have five brain tumors. Cancer.'

Shock registers on my face. So we talk.
She has known for three weeks and has begun radiation therapy.
She has also had to 'get her house in order' and has been driving herself to accomplish this in the midst of her symptoms.

She says she is fine. Ready to die. She must be finished what she was put here to do....right god ?

During our conversation, mostly listening on my part, my friend is chain smoking, cursing a little, but she is fine...not afraid, at peace actually.
Was I familiar with a certain psychic ? No, I wasn't.

So you have some kind of faith I ask ? Oh yes ! I'm fine, really, it's ok.

'I will pray for you my Lady .'

Thanks Nancy, but I'm ready, actually looking forward to it. I'm at peace. Haven't even cried. She is 57.

Meanwhile I am already standing with Jesus asking Him. Ok, now how are You going to do this, and once the shock wears off of me please Holy Spirit kick me into high gear prayer.

We know she is not 'ready' to stand before her Creator. The spirit of the age has spread it's veil over her .

So where else to go but to the Mercy Seat where we all stand on level ground . Please pray for this Lady, that Jesus will come to her in the midst of the symptoms of her illness and show her He is absolutely Real. Absolutely Alive, and Absolutely her loving Savior.

That when she takes her final breath she is Safely Home. That when she really 'wakes up' for real, she is smiling at her welcome into the Arms of Eternity.

Please Jesus, teach me how to pray. 'For the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us, with groans that words cannot express.' Romans 8/26

Long Ago

2010-02-05T19:09:00.002-08:00

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, an old southern gentleman came to our town to promote his 'down home recipe' of some fried chicken.
There was a chap in town, name of Dave Foster, who opened a restaurant that served this old gentleman's chicken exclusively.

My father was in radio at CHEX and was involved in promoting new sponsors.

In this picture is my father and Colonel Harlen Sanders , of the 'original recipe'fame. I seem to remember being present in the restaurant and feasting on the product.

From that time on our family always had free KFC and we all still love it to this day, though I think it somehow tasted better way back then. Check out the jacket my father is wearing...no lapels...I will have to check on the year this was taken and the fashion styles....oh my !

He Really Is !

2010-02-04T06:25:00.003-08:00

Behold !

2010-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00

I looked ....
There before me ...... A Door
I heard ....The Voice

Photo courtesy of my friend Dennis.

My Portion

2010-01-31T18:47:00.003-08:00

Oh Lord, You are my Portion
My inheritance and my Cup;
You have made my lot secure.
Boundary lines fall to me in pleasant places;
Yes, I have a good inheritance.

Paint Your Picture

2010-01-25T16:04:00.005-08:00

Honoring My Mom

2010-01-24T07:18:00.008-08:00

A happy young lady, born into a family that would eventually number ten children. Mom had to get to work early to help support the family. That was the way it went back in the days. One of the stories she told us, was that she started smoking when she was nine.

During the Second World War, mom was one of the many who enlisted. There were six of her siblings that also signed up. They were literally called the 'Fighting O'Toole's' a name that they lived out frequently even after the war.

My mom was a dancer in Army Shows , the company that entertained the troops.
It was among this group of young people where she met and eventually married my father in Italy.

Later, in 1945 mom had to return home because she was expecting me. That was a very hard thing for her to leave my dad overseas . She returned to her family here and dad came back in 1946 after I was born.

They had five children together and our mom was such a trooper. She was made our clothes, which was the way of life in those days. I loved my First Communion Dress. It really made me feel like a Bride and so pretty for Jesus.

This was taken during a visit to Winnipeg back in the eighties. I can still feel the emotion of the moment, and knew she loved me.

My favorite picture of the two of us. Ahhhh...how young I was then....and brunette, my own color...well almost anyway. Maybe I should try that again.

Today is the day my mom graduated to heaven into the arms of Jesus. About three days before she died, I had a dream . In this dream mom came rushing into my kitchen. She was wearing her p.j.'s as usual, a Flight Jacket and big ol' wellington boots. She ran in and said to me....''hurry up and get moving, I have to go .''
Where are you going mom ? Then I followed her outside into the night. I took notice of the weather, no snow, wet streets...Mom jumped into the back seat of a taxi . In the vehicle were other members of her family who had gone before her.

Next day, the phone call comes and I was soon on my way here to Peterborough. When I arrived at the hospital it was night, no snow , wet streets. Same as in my dream.
Mom by this time was in a coma, but when I walked into her room she sat up in response to my presence, though she didn't regain consciousness.

As for me, I was privileged to remain alone with her the whole night, holding her hand, praying, singing to her and just being with her. Such a wonderful gift from the Lord, to be with her at her leaving. That was eighteen years ago today. I know she is enjoying her eternity with Jesus, and so just want to say thanks mom for all your hard work on our behalf . I love you and will see you soon.

My Soul Sings

2010-01-22T16:50:00.003-08:00

Just a little while longer
and I'll see You
Just a little while longer
and I'll know You
Just a little while longer
and we'll be together.

All I want is just
to know Your heart
Would You keep me here
until we're one.

My soul sings !
How I love You Jesus.

Wrestle and Encounter

2010-01-20T12:42:00.011-08:00

The good news is....we win !

Is.45:1-3 This is what the Lord says to his anointed, to Cyrus, Whose right hand I take hold of to subdue nations before him and to strip kings of their armor, To open doors before him so that gates will not be shut:

I will go before you and make the crooked places straight.

I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron.

I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord the God of Israel, who calls you by name.

Recently I watched a service taught by Bill Johnson over at iBethel.T.V.from the date Dec.27,2009 titled 'The Power of a Promise.' It's free...and so very worth watching . Be encouraged.

For instance I didn't know that Cyrus wasn't even born yet when the Lord spoke this word through the prophet Isaiah.
And ...we too were called by name...known by God...way before we were born as well...yep...knew this.
Treasures of darkness...also includes people .

So seems like we or me.....can rest in the fact that His promises concerning us will also be brought to fulfillment .

It's in the Genes

2010-01-18T17:31:00.002-08:00

This is just what I feel like some days.

Pearl of Great Price

2010-01-13T11:10:00.004-08:00

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought the field.

Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls.
When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it. Matt.13:44,45

He did it for me, can I do any less ? Whatever the price Lord, you have my Yes.

Happy Birthday Jonathan

2010-01-12T07:07:00.010-08:00

Wonderful memories....a few old pictures....so much love.

Have a wonderful Birthday my son. You are loved beyond measure and a blessing to my life always.

'Arms Wide Open'

2010-01-07T12:04:00.011-08:00

This is a powerful songs from one of Misty's Newest releases.

The Year of Suddenly

2010-01-01T13:31:00.005-08:00

January 1, 2010

I have been listening,praying, waiting to hear the Word of the Lord .

I have felt on the brink of something, like when I was on the edge of the plane seconds before my skydive. I took a deep breath ....and we were in the air.

Today while tuned into the Prayer Room during a Julie Meyer set at noon, there came the sound I had been waiting expectantly for.

I will just make note of the general direction of the declarations.

This is the year of suddenly, suddenly, suddenly...
You just wait and see what I'm gonna do

The year of suddenly , suddenly, suddenly....
Say yes ! I'm comin' to you, heaven is comin' down...open door..no ceiling.

You just watch and see... a year of suddenly, suddenly, suddenly.

Releasing the New Wine for the New Year... you will be a spectacle of My Glory.
Say yes ! The wine is on the house...it's FREE....drink up , drink deep.

It's a brand new day !

Behold the Whirlwind has gone forth.

The Light Has Come

2009-12-25T18:58:00.003-08:00

Isa 9:2 The people who walked in darkness have seen a great Light; they who dwell in the land of the shadow of death, on them the Light has shined.

Isa 9:6 For to us a Child is born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be on His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Derek Loux

2009-12-23T14:06:00.005-08:00

Please pray for the family of Derek Loux.

Here are Randy's thoughts as we process this tragedy.

This n' That

2009-12-23T06:36:00.005-08:00

This is the tree that graces the lobby of our apartment building. It has remained in place for over two weeks now...an amazing fact since last year someone stole the tree within a day. Those folks must have moved out.

Kind of nice to see , since these last several years I do not bother with any Christmas festivities or decorations since there is just myself and my dog and so I am not interested any longer.

Moving right along.....

Due to the fact that the cold is bitter these days, much to Zoey's chagrin it becomes necessary to bundle her up for outings, even brief ones.

She does look disgusted with the whole deal I have to admit.

But it does keep that cute little butt moving and warm and protected from the ice and sidewalk salt.

Jon Thurlow

2009-12-21T06:26:00.001-08:00

Just in the nick of time, you can get this lovely album of Christmas hymns and carols in mp3 format at ihop

Advent Images Of Hope

2009-12-17T06:43:00.006-08:00

These lovely images are courtesy of Richard Lyall.
Pilgrims Progress and Engage Worship.

God Came Near

2009-12-15T18:50:00.004-08:00

It all happened in a moment, a most remarkable moment. God became a man.

While the creatures of earth walked unaware, Divinity arrived.
Heaven opened herself and placed her most precious one in a human womb.

The omnipotent, in one instant, made himself breakable.
He who had been spirit became pierceable.

He who was larger than the universe became an embryo. And he who sustains the world with a word chose to be dependent upon the nourishment of a young girl.

God as a fetus. Holiness sleeping in a womb. The creator of life being created.
God was given eyebrows, elbows, two kidneys, and a spleen. He stretched against the walls and floated in the amniotic fluids of his mother.

God had come near.

It all happened in a moment. In one moment … a most remarkable moment.

The Word became flesh. Oh what a Savior !

(Max Lucado)

How Did We Do That?

2009-12-10T07:04:00.010-08:00

In a small apartment with three computers, each doing something different...this is how we did that!

One child chose this place.

Anneka loves to chat and play games with her cousin Sammie who lives in South Carolina.
There is a camera in her mom's computer and Anneka even let Sammie visit with Zoe through the web cam.

As well the girls were able to watch movies together, and seriously this is where they wanted to sit.

I set Aila up here in the chair.

In the meantime, Gramma and Zoe had the best place .

Just having fun.

As for Miss Zoe, she has taken to sweetly trying to distract me and obstruct my view of the prayer room web stream. Pretty much works I must admit.

So Sweet

2009-12-09T13:30:00.001-08:00

Aila drew this picture on her way back home after the weekend with me. It says I miss Gramma...just so lovely to this heart.

How Time Flies

2009-12-04T17:15:00.002-08:00

This weekend the grandchildren are in the house....would you believe there are three computers on the go around here? This is definitely the tech generation.

I may be a Gramma, but I am not too old to share the fun of internet communication. In fact, I am definitely internet dependent...and it was in 2002 that the journey began. Saved my money and bought my very own computer.

Aila ...grade one, six years old.

Anneka...grade four , nine years old.
In 2000 Anneka was born, and my heart lept with joy when I first held her in my arms. She was barely a few minutes old.

Memories of dancing to the worship music of David Ruis at the Vineyard with Anneka and later with Aila, with her daddy leading us into the Presence of the Lord.

Sweet memories !

2009-12-03T07:45:00.004-08:00

He Lives Within You

The virgin birth is more, much more, than a Christmas story; it is a picture of how close Christ will come to you. The first stop on his itinerary was a womb. Where will God go to touch the world? Look deep within Mary for an answer.

Better still, look deep within yourself. What he did with Mary, he offers to us! He issues a Mary-level invitation to all his children. "If you'll let me, I'll move in!"

Proliferating throughout the scriptures is a preposition that leaves no doubt- the preposition in. Jesus lives in his children.

John was clear, "Those who obey his commands live in him, and he in them" (I John 3:24 NIV, emphasis mine).

Christ grew in Mary until he had to come out. Christ will grow in you until the same occurs. He will come out in your speech, in your actions, in your decisions. Every place you live will be a Bethlehem, and every day you live will be a Christmas. You, like Mary, will deliver Christ into the world.

God in us! Have we sounded the depth of this promise?

God was with Adam and Eve. God was with Abraham. God was with Moses and the children of Israel. God was with the apostles.

But he is in you. You are a modern-day Mary. Even more so. He was a fetus in her, but he is a force in you. He will do what you cannot.

Can't stop drinking? Christ can. And he lives within you.

Can't stop worrying? Christ can. And he lives within you.

Can't forgive the jerk, forget the past, or forsake your bad habits? Christ can! And he lives within you.

From Next Door Savior

Safely Home

2009-12-01T16:19:00.001-08:00

My lovely Aunt Anna.....home in heaven Nov.30, 2009.

Waiting Room

2009-11-24T11:44:00.021-08:00

Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her by the Lord. Luke 1/45

And it came to pass....

Misty has been singing a new lyric lately...one of the many new songs the Lord is breathing forth....in this time of Spiritual Awakening.

"I'm here in the waiting room...of unanswered prayer
Still in the waiting room, I'm still in the waiting room...of unanswered prayer.

Keep on askin', keep on seekin', keep on believin',

Prayer... prayer... prayer... prayer's all I've got here
and time... time...time... seems to taunt me... sometimes it haunts me

I know You are God, and Your ways are wonderful
Oh God, and sometimes they're terrible

I'm still in the waiting room ,stuck in the waiting room
still here in the waiting room, of unanswered prayer.

You make all things beautiful ....just in time."

Recently I have felt prompted to 'remember how the Lord has led you'...kind of like the way Moses reminded the people of Israel of the Faithfulness of the Lord during their wilderness journey.

Looking back in my journals....is always a good thing for me...since I haven't seemed able to write for a long time.

Back in 2007, working in Lakefield....

And there I was moaning to the Lord about my living conditions. Will I ever be able to move out of this room and have my own place ???

Mourning the loss of my beloved pet Sam ...will I ever have another puppy to hold and pour my love upon ?? Will the pain ever ease ?

The longing in the heart of this woman to share life with someone....comes straight from the heart of God , who also longs for this.

God is essential ! He wants us to need Him desperately!

So in His love He leads us to the wilderness....

when I think about prayer, when I think about silence, I feel a great painful scream inside of me . Hear me scream Jesus, see my pain, my broken and contrite heart , meet me there, hold my heart, and understand. (Jan.08)

Kind of intense looking at it now....but maybe it was more real then, maybe I was raw, but at least I could write it down then.

So...Nancy...consider what God has done.... who can straighten what He has made crooked?

He changes times and seasons....you anoint my dying with your beauty and myrrh is my gift. The Fragrance of Christ on my life.

Last night gentle whispers reminded me...'who is here in your arms ?'
My puppy Zoey! Did I ever imagine I would ever have her ? No.

'Look around you ... you have your own place...did you ever imagine it ?'
No...not through the veil of my pain...no....but now ?

Actually when I really think on things past...I never thought I would ever have my very own car, never thought I would find freedom, never imagined my dream would come true of spending eight months of my life at the International House of Prayer and my destiny.

One day as my time there was drawing to a close...I was so sad to leave...there was a day in the prayer room, the Lord seemed to be sitting right beside me, and almost audibly spoke to me and said.

"Nancy, do you believe I am able to keep you ?"

Naturally I responded..'of course Lord I believe'....easy to say when there was money in the bank, and I was there in His Presence never wanting to leave.

So there has been a testing in the years since then....he has taken me through the fire, the rain, the pain, the trials, the refining....like the gold...whatever it takes to be one who carries Him everywhere I go.

Today, the season has changed ! The Winds of the Spirit are blowing with renewed hope empowering us with life and joy.

Even though I may still be in that waiting room of unanswered prayer for some issues I have been longing for I will surrender my heart and step into the swirl of the Wind and Fire.

Have your way Lord. Let my life be a Fragrance. The Fragrance of Christ as I give up my life....let it rise before You.

You're Still Smiling

2009-11-19T11:57:00.040-08:00

While tuned into the Prayer Room yesterday, Tim Reimher was doing the noon set and as always the lyrics to a song struck my heart.

"After all of these years, after all of this time.
How can it be ?

That Someone like You would love someone like me.

You're still with me....You're still smiling....You're still smiling."

Just picture it....Jesus smiling at you, Jesus smiling at me....

I grew up in a troubled home, where I don't remember many smiles. Life was difficult for my parents especially my mother, and as an adult , I came to understand why her life was tough and why she seemed to take it out on us.
Since I was the first born, somehow I thought all the unhappiness was my fault.

I also seemed drawn into relationships with some people where smiling was withheld as a punishment. Maybe I was even drawn into not smiling as well.
I regret it if this was the result of learned behavior.

There is something wonderful that happens when someone smiles at us. There seems to be an acceptance, sometimes a loving, sometimes just a kindness, or a joy, but when someone smiles at me it's a blessing and causes an immediate response of returning the smile.

I have been caught up in the Spiritual Awakening happening with students and faculty at IHOP-U . Jesus is so present in the midst of the youth, healing, setting free, doing miracles delivering from all sorts of affliction. It's wonderful to see and be part of , even on the web stream.

Freedom....freedom...freedom ...is the declaration, over and over.

Last evening I had the image in my minds eye of The Father embracing the whole body present there and even experienced the feeling of being embraced by Love myself right here at my computer.

I can see Jesus smiling triumphantly as His children are set free and healed.
His smile is beautiful to behold, especially the victory in his face.

Sometimes we don't realize how deep our sadness goes, and how much we need Him to lift our chin to meet His gaze and see His smile of loving acceptance.

again and again and again and again !!

So...here are some smiles that I treasure..... others that I would like to post I am restrained.

Good Post

2009-11-18T05:21:00.006-08:00

A Whole 'Nuther Kind of Alive

Posted on November 18, 2009 by randybohlender

I slipped in to the Student Awakening service tonight just in time to hear Laura Hackett tear into the sing-songy “I was made for / I was made for / I was made for / I was made for / I was made for / I was made for love”.

This lyric probably best exhibits the fact that some things do not make the transfer from music to prose, because reading it back it sounds rather dorky…but sung, at the top of one’s lungs, with 2000 other people who are singing at the top of their collective lung, it’s a different experience.

Across the room, they were bouncing. ‘Dancing’ is too kind of a word for most of what was happening, as it denotes a certain grace and panache. No, the joint was jumping in a pentecostal pogo the likes of which I’ve rarely seen. And why? Because the lyric pings the heart of anyone with an ear to hear it. It declares what we all pray is true – that we were made for something beyond ourselves.

There is a growing discontent with the hollowness of self gratification.

Read the rest here.

To enjoy what Jesus is doing go here.

He Understands

2009-11-10T05:18:00.003-08:00

Why did Jesus grow weary in Samaria (John 4:6), disturbed in Nazareth (Mark 6:6), and angry in the Temple (John 2:15)?

Why was he sleepy in the boat on the Sea of Galilee (Mark 4:38), sad at the tomb of Lazarus (John 11:35), and hungry in the wilderness (Matt.4:2)?

Why? Why did he endure all these feelings? Because he knew you would feel them too.

He knew you would be weary, disturbed, and angry. He knew you’d be sleepy, grief-stricken, and hungry. He knew you’d face pain.

If not the pain of the body, the pain of the soul…pain too sharp for any drug.

He knew you’d face thirst. If not a thirst for water, at least a thirst for truth, and the truth we glean from the image of a thirsty Christ is—he understands.

And because he understands, we can come to him.

Max Lucado from He Chose the Nails

Simplicity

2009-11-02T18:53:00.004-08:00

Tonight I have been pondering the wonder of the Gospel. The truth that the Lamb was slain before the foundation of the world, that I was found to be IN CHIRST , before...the foundation of the world....

I am standing astounded and in awe once again.

God....the Uncreated Transcendent God....sent His Son....

God...put on flesh...and walked among us.....What kind of God loves like this I wonder?

He knew we would reject Him....but still He was willing ....

What love is this I wonder ?

Standing at my window this evening I was thinking about Jesus as a man, walking among us. Walking down the dusty roads of Israel way back when.

God.... just walking down the road out there.

Walking down the pavement outside my building this night. I can imagine Him there.
I thought 'what if He came walking down Armour Road tonight?'

I can see it....I can see Him suddenly...standing down on the road .
He looks up at my window on the seventh floor and smiles a wonderful huge smile.

He waves up at me and gestures with His arm....
'Come On...Follow Me!'
I can't help but smile back and feel with all my being my response....I'll be right down !

I can feel the pull, the wonder of the joy of leaving everything and heading out into the future with Jesus. ( I imagine we would bring Zoey because He loves little dogs).
It's easy to hold the things of this world very lightly at times like this.

I am astounded over and over....

God...walking among us still...calling , inviting, full of joy at the prospect of the adventure ahead.

I am all in Jesus...lets go ! No wonder they followed Him !

There's been a 'shift' you see......

God Entered Time

2009-11-02T05:46:00.002-08:00

They will sing about what the LORD has done, because the LORD’s glory is great.” Psalm 138:5

When God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound…For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet.

I wonder, was he ever tempted to reclaim his boundlessness?…When the rain chilled his bones, was he tempted to change the weather? When the heat parched his lips, did he give thought to popping over to the Caribbean for some refreshment?

If ever he entertained such thoughts, he never gave into them…Not once did Christ use his supernatural powers for personal comfort.
With one word he could’ve transformed the hard earth into a soft bed, but he didn’t. With a wave of his hand, he could’ve boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces, but he didn’t.
With an arch of his brow, he could’ve paralyzed the hand of the soldier as he braided the crown of thorns. But he didn’t.

Originally printed in
From He Chose the Nails
by Max Lucado

Sometimes it is just so amazing to stop and think about this whole Truth, that the God of Creation, Uncreated and Trancendant God of Love....set aside His Glory and entered time....just for us.

Reflections of IHOP

2009-10-26T18:15:00.006-07:00

So Come...and sit with me awhile....a prayer room moment.

In the midst of all the prayer room activity, worship, adoration, supplication and declaration, and unseen figure sits alone veiled to human sight and awareness.

I perceive Him sitting praying to His Father. My heart is immediately drawn to this Man. He is clothed in a dark colored garment, with a soft hood covering His bowed head. He doesn't look at me, but somehow still, I feel His gaze beckon me to come and sit beside Him for a while.

As I look upon Him sitting solitary I sense a deep sadness surrounding Him. My heart responds with a quickening pulse and I hasten to His side. His heart draws me in and I am quieted with tender gratitude. He reaches out and takes my hand in His.

My heart surrenders as His love floods my soul. We sit quietly together in the house of prayer, while the worship team offer their devotion to His Throne. The songs are of the Lamb, songs of His Great Worth, songs of His Great Sacrifice.

As he holds my hand, he tenderly invites me to explore the wound I know is there. This is just one of the wounds Love knows. The hands that formed the galaxies and lovingly fashioned my heart, held fast to the cross of suffering and death. I am humbled as I think upon His restraint and submission.

Then I know it's my turn. Can I search your wounds dear one ? Oh no! My heart cringes. He knows . I long for His touch, even though my fingers are bent and twisted and I am so ashamed that I am not beautiful enough for Him.

I am dark, but lovely.... and it is with joy He whispers

Behold you are fair my love! Behold you are all fair! You have dove's eyes.

The King has brought me into His chambers and I am finally home where I belong.
(October 28, 2005)

Gone Too Soon

2009-10-24T18:37:00.007-07:00

Come to Me

2009-10-23T07:33:00.002-07:00

“Come to me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

Come to me…The invitation is to come to him. Why him?

He offers the invitation as a penniless rabbi in an oppressed nation. He has no political office, no connections with the authorities in Rome. He hasn’t written a best-seller or earned a diploma.

Yet, he dares to look into the leathery faces of farmers and tired faces of housewives and offer rest.
He looks into the disillusioned eyes of a preacher or two from Jerusalem. He gazes into the cynical stare of a banker and the hungry eyes of a bartender and makes this paradoxical promise:

“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls” (Matt. 11:29).

The people came.

They came out of the cul-de-sacs and office complexes of their day.

They brought him the burdens of their existence, and he gave them not religion, not doctrine, not systems, but rest.

“Come to Me”
By Max Lucado

My Prayer

2009-10-20T06:26:00.002-07:00

Let the winds blow.....let the winds blow

Fling wide the door to my soul
Open up the door to my heart
Have Your way....have Your way.

I won't be afraid, I will face the wind
I won't be afraid, I will embrace the flame

Take me thru the fire, take me thru the rain
Take me thru the testing, I'll do anything

Test me, try me, prove me, refine me
Like the gold....

Fling wide the door to my soul
Open up the door to my heart
Have Your way.....

(Worship set Oct.18 6 pm. FCF Service: Misty )

Isaiah 42:1 - Fear not for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name
you are Mine

When you pass thru the waters;I will be with you
When you pass thru the rivers, they will not sweep over you

When you walk thru the fire, you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze

for I am the Lord your God....

Since you are precious and honored in my sight and because I love you
Do not be afraid, for I am with you.

More Worship

2009-10-16T12:57:00.000-07:00

2009-10-14T12:46:00.002-07:00

She who has been forgiven much....loves much.

MRI

2009-10-13T13:18:00.000-07:00

The Sound of Music

2009-10-11T19:45:00.012-07:00

Today I experienced musical theatre for the very first time. My son Jonathan took me to the Princess of Wales Theatre here in Toronto for the Sound of Music. It has been playing here for at least a year and is soon ending its run.

I was so impressed by everything from the superb vocal talent of all the cast, the orchestra and the music of Rogers and Hammerstein to the way the sets were so amazingly slid into place.

A wonderful day with my son was a lovely bonus. It was like magic.

I have always loved this story and when it made its debut with Julie Andrews in the movie , I was so very young I not only fell in love with Christopher Plummer but must have seen the movie at least ten times in 1965.

I guess I'm very romantic at heart and would most certainly take to the hills with some very handsome 'Captain' myself if given the opportunity.

2009-10-09T12:24:00.002-07:00

2009-10-09T06:42:00.003-07:00

Don't be afraid....take courage....I am here !

Just Can't Stop Worshipping !

2009-10-08T12:40:00.003-07:00

Worship just seems to want to pour out of me these days and so I am compelled to share the moment with you.

God's Kids

2009-10-06T06:14:00.005-07:00

I just love God's kids especially Cory Asbury. When the joy of the Lord hits him it makes my whole heart smile it's so contagious. No one else can love you / like I love you Lord/ I was made unique in Your heart/I was made to bring you joy!

Picture me right up there at the front dancing with joy with the rest of His kids.

Family Time

2009-10-04T15:29:00.013-07:00

Naturally we had to visit the park named for Jasons' Grandpa Del and Anneka and Aila's Great Grandfather. I am sure he was smiling on from heaven.

This is a recent addition to the park in honor of fallen fire fighters from our city.

Back at the apartment Anneka spent time on the computer. Just like her mom....in many ways.

Zoe in the meantime seemed somewhat overwhelmed by all the company.

Bedtime was very fun for everyone as you can see.

Here is prayer time. Aila had a song of encouragement. Goes like this.

'My Lord is so Great, so Strong and so Mighty
There's nothing my Lord cannot do .(clap clap)

The mountains are His , the valleys are His
The birds in the sky are his too . (tweet tweet)

My Lord is so Great , so Strong and so Mighty,
There's nothing my Lord cannot do !

This morning breakfast at Smitty's . Pre-food activity included coloring.

A tearful departure...for Aila and Grandma.

Aila sang me another little song that I just have to mention. It is such good advice for all of us. The faith of little children. Makes me understand why God loves them so much.

God be in my mouth and the words that I am speaking
God be in my eyes and everything I see
God be in my hands and the actions that I am doing
God be in my heart to love my neighbors and my friends.

Crucible

2009-10-03T07:08:00.003-07:00

Come as close as you want
Consume this heart that longs to burn

I know your fire can hurt
But I would be worse here without you

I was made to dwell with you
and how I ache until I do

Holy God !!

Take my heart ... purge with flame and truth
A holy heart is all I want , that I may live with You

I want to live with you......

Come and take all these chains
That get in the way of what you want

As I stand in the flame
Still I will say I trust You God

For I was made to dwell with You
And how I ache until I do.

Like oil upon Your feet, like wine for You to drink
Like water from my heart, I pour my love on You.

If praise is like perfume, I lavish mine on You
Til every drop is gone, I pour my love on You.

Holy God take my heart purge with flame and truth
A holy heart is all I want that I may live with You .

I want to live with You.

do you know how you caught my eye,
In the secret place, where you chose to die.....

Worship song by Misty Edwards .....stirs me to a rare passion.

Faithful Friend

2009-09-30T05:47:00.001-07:00

This is just too cute and very true , couldn't resist it.

Amazing!

2009-09-29T10:33:00.000-07:00

Be Ready

2009-09-28T18:25:00.002-07:00

In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps
Prov. 16:9

Yes !

2009-09-27T17:35:00.003-07:00

To the One Who will one day take my breath away -
You take my breath away even now.

Read this over at The Uprising this morning.

Honoring My Father

2009-09-24T12:58:00.014-07:00

Lately my journey has taken me way down memory lane, and not necessarily my memories but those held dear by others.

My Father loved music. He was a musician in the core of his being and though I grew up in our home, somehow who he was as a person brushed by me in the midst of life in a tumultuous household of five children.

Below he is on the bottom left with the Saxophone, and he was about 17 or 18 years of age. I recently discovered that his mother scraped enough money together at the height of the Depression Era to buy my dad his first saxophone and a career was born.

I wish I had known her better as well. He actually began studying clarinet in the classical vein when he was twelve and played with Gliddons Concert Band, but the sax was his love. Tenor sax I believe. Also my Grandmother Crary used to let all the band come and jam in her living room, and I'm told there were crowds outside on the sidewalk enjoying the entertainment.
I am so impressed with that little lady and hope to hear her story some fine day in Eternity.

My dad became a well known celebrity and radio personality with all the 'glam' that goes with the way the world presents it's beautiful people.

As the years rolled by , and the price he paid for fame began to take it's toll on his body , life changed for everyone in our family.

His frail body was assaulted with the destruction of kidney disease and so my dad became the first person in Ontario to have his very own kidney dialysis machine in our home.
First my mom, and then my brother in law were the ones trained professionally then willingly took on the responsibility for 'keeping him alive'.

I can't imagine what must have been in his heart to come to dependence upon those he loved to serve him in such a huge way. I'm sure his gentle heart was humbled.

This was my little sister Dar. I just love the smile on daddys' face. This process cleansed his blood so that he could go out and work and do what he loved most to do, with the exception of playing his beloved saxophone. He no longer had the strength required.
He also had a Sunday morning radio program and played mostly Big Band Music, though once I convinced him to play 'You Light Up My Life' by Debbie Boone for me .He also hosted charity events like the Easter Seals Timmy Show where he got to dress up real pretty !

In the early seventies, when the Wind of the Holy Spirit began to move across the land my dad met Jesus at a Kathrine Kuhlman meeting. He so loved the Lord ! Little did we know he was being prepared to meet his Savior sooner than later.
In the meantime he was much more than a silent witness. On Jan.2, 1978, my 32nd.birthday actually, dad left to go to Kingston. He was now needing three times a week dialysis and the hospital in Kingston was where he had to go to get it.

This last picture was taken as he was out the door. Jesus whispered to my heart during that hug that this would be the last time we would hold each other until heaven.
He took flight for Eternity a mere seven weeks later.

My dad gave me my name. Nancy, after a then very popular song by Frank Sinatra 'Nancy with the Laughing Face'and I'm told he used to sing that to me when I was just a wee infant.
(Hmmmmmm....don't know if I've lived up to that one.)

I have loved rediscovering my dad these last few weeks and am grateful to everyone who has helped me in my journey. You know who you are. Thanks so very much.

A Troubled Night

2009-09-23T19:16:00.005-07:00

i sleep but my heart is awake. it is the voice of my beloved !
he knocks.... saying... open for me my sister my love ...

my dove.... my perfect one;
for my head is covered with dew... my locks with the drops of the night.

my beloved put his hand by the latch of the door
and my heart yearned for him.

i arose to open for my beloved and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh on the handles of the lock.

i opened for my beloved but my beloved had turned away and was gone,
my heart lept up when he spoke. i sought him but i could not find him.
i called him but he gave me no answer....

i will arise now...it's time go !

God Is For Me

2009-09-22T07:51:00.003-07:00

Blessed am I to hunger
To give up my life
To be where You are
*******************************************

“You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle.”
Psalm 56:8 NKJV

God knows you. He engraved your name on his hands and keeps your tears in a bottle (Isa. 49:16; Ps. 56:8)…

God knows you. And He is near you! How far is the shepherd from the sheep (John 10:14)? The branch from the vine (John 15:5)? That’s how far God is from you.

He is near. See how these four words look taped to your bathroom mirror: “God is for me” (Ps. 56:9 NKJV).

And his kingdom needs you. The poor need you; the lonely need you; the church needs you…the cause of God needs you. Get the word out. God is with us; we are not alone.

( Max Lucado)

Good Company

2009-09-16T12:13:00.003-07:00

Sometimes when we are called to lay it all down....again and again ...
In turning we find we are in Good Company....

In sorrow we are comforted
In the bleeding of our hearts an understanding Heart sitting with us sharing our pain.

The Fragrance we then carry bears the beauty of His Nearness and the Smile of His affections .

Too Incredible

2009-09-12T17:38:00.002-07:00

Too Incredible
Saturday, September 12, 2009
“The One who comes from above is greater than all.”
John 3:31

The idea that a virgin would be selected by God to bear himself…
The notion that God would don a scalp and toes and two eyes…

The thought that the King of the universe would sneeze and burp and get bit by mosquitoes…
It’s too incredible. Too revolutionary. We would never create such a Savior. We aren’t that daring.

When we create a redeemer, we keep him safely distant in his faraway castle. We allow him only the briefest of encounters with us.

We permit him to swoop in and out with his sleigh before we can draw too near. We wouldn’t ask him to take up residence in the midst of a contaminated people.

In our wildest imagination we wouldn’t conjure a king who becomes one of us.

But God did.

More of Max Lucado and every day my heart is touched with gratitude and love for You Jesus.

So Cute

2009-09-10T10:32:00.004-07:00

This is a picture sent to me by a friend. His brother in B.C. near Kamloops found this little fellow and rescued him . His name is Powder and he is an albino white tailed deer.

Beautiful....we all need to be rescued don't we ? And so we are !

Big Walk

2009-09-08T10:59:00.025-07:00

While the power was on again off again yesterday, Zoe and took a lovely walk around the neighborhood.

I am always struck by the beauty of the changing season, and this has become my favorite.

At a lovely beach down the street called Rogers Cove, the little ducks were taking an afternoon rest. They were not even bothered by our presence.

On one side of the lake, is the fountain and the park named for my father, and to the east of this little beach is another well known camping and swimming beach called Beavermead Park.

This little fellow stopped by to check out my girl .

The water was clean and sparkling with swimmers and boaters enjoying the sunshine and warm temperatures.
It was only a few years ago that this water was not healthy for swimming but now it's lovely again.
Many many years ago this was the site of a marble works factory. Now it's a lovely park with walking and biking paths.

On to the Trent Canal and 'here come the boats' just through the Lift Locks and soon through the swing bridge at Maria Street.

Of course there is the ever continuing construction happening on Armour Rd.

Lo and behold a very large hole in the road, but there is a path around for pedestrians like myself...how interesting ....right ?? This actually triggered something the Lord had spoken to me three years ago. The way was blocked, but now there is a way around and through what was formerly blocked by the enemy. Cool !!

Mr. and Mrs.Canada Geese or is that Goose ??

The Lift Locks in action with a boat full of tourists.

We were in need of a rest a few times, and even tip toeing through the duck, bird and goose doo doo did not dampen our spirits. A lovely day all in all.

Over a hundred years ago my grandparents had a homestead on this road, so close to the canal that tragedy took one of their ten children when four year old Austin drowned.
Over the years the generations mostly enjoyed the canal, myself included , swimming and enjoying the summer. Today though they do not dredge the weeds out and so it is only suitable for fishing, boating and skating on in the winter. Still nice though.

Power Interuption

2009-09-07T17:03:00.005-07:00

Today being a holiday , it seemed fitting for the folks who manage our apartment building to arrange electrical maintenance . We received a notice that the power would be off and on over the day, and to make suitable arrangements. They had promised that one elevator would remain running and that the emergency lights in the halls would be on.....well , they lied....at least for the first five hours.

So...good little Zoey made no insistence on going for her morning business, so we waited and waited and waited. Finally, I decided to venture out with my trusty Dollarama flashlight and carried Zoey down the seven flights of dark stairs. Let me tell you, I am so out of shape that I wondered how I would make it back up all those many stairs.
Thankfully, the power was back on by the time we were needing to come in. So...I got myself ready and we went out for the afternoon.

I must say, I could not help thinking about Amrita who has to endure power cuts as a way of life. We are so blessed here and I am thankful.

About six fifteen the power went off again for over an hour. Laying upon my bed and enjoying the scenery, lo and behold the hydro boys pull up across the street.

First they sit in their big yellow truck for a few minutes awaiting orders I imagine. Then they put their lovely bright clothes on, and sit on the chairs at the empty and defunct hospital across the street.

Then finally a little action boys... and someone designated takes the big ride. That's why they get the big pay they say. No, I don't know who 'they' are.

Notice the buddies leaning against the rail helping out so much. I was so tempted to shout out the window but restrained myself and my dignity.

All in all, everyone did a good job, and our hydro was back up and running just before it got dark outside. What an exciting Labor Day !!

Happy Birthday Julie

2009-09-06T12:11:00.005-07:00

Love you and miss you my girl ! Have a wonderful day .

Believe

2009-09-01T06:31:00.002-07:00

Believe

by Max Lucado

Jairus fell at Jesus’ feet, “saying again and again, ‘My daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so she will be healed and will live’” (Mark 5:23).

There are no games. No haggling. No masquerades. The situation is starkly simple: Jairus is blind to the future and Jesus knows the future. So Jairus asks for his help.

And Jesus, who loves the honest heart, goes to give it…[He] turns immediately to Jairus and pleads: “Don’t be afraid; just believe” (v. 36).

Jesus compels Jairus to see the unseen. When Jesus says, “Just believe … ,” he is imploring, “Don’t limit your possibilities to the visible. Don’t listen only for the audible. Don’t be controlled by the logical. Believe there is more to life than meets the eye!”

“Trust me,” Jesus is pleading. “Don’t be afraid; just trust.”

From Fear Not Promise Book

These words pierce my heart and take my breath away...