Monday, 25 May 2015

Rain by Susan L.

  We finally had some showers but it still isn't enough. The ground is terribly dry, the lawn already browning. I pray for the farmers who have planted crops. May there be more rain. They are calling for thundershowers over the next few days but what is needed is a day or two of gentle, constant precipitation. For now, every drop counts. I heard some thunder rumbling off in the distance. I hope it's moving this way.
  I've been watching the robins feed their fledgling. Only one made it that I can see. They must be having a hard time finding grubs and worms who hide deep in the ground when it's dry. They are happy when I water my flower beds and go poking through the moist soil. Their young one is very demanding.
  The fireflies were out last night. The air was still and calm, just the way they like it. As always their blinking light fascinates the child in me.
  I stopped at the pharmacy on Saturday to see if there was anything to boost my immune system that wouldn't interfere with my other meds. I'd heard somewhere that Vitamin C was taboo for anyone taking anti-depressants. That's not true, at least in my case. However products like Cold FX or Echinacea are off limits. It's best to check with a pharmacist anyways.
  The 1000 mg vitamin C tablets are as huge as horse pills and I am topping it off with a multivitamin specifically for women over fifty. (Gasp! That number keeps jumping out of the bushes and surprising me!) Hopefully the combination will quickly knock this cold on it's nether regions. I pray it is so unless, Lord, I am always open to a miraculous healing...Your will, not mine.
  "Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all." Ps 34:19

Sunday, 24 May 2015

Speech by Susan L.

  I was wrapped in a blanket of peace and confidence as I entered the church. Thank you, all who prayed. It's an old Anglican church built in the 1800's with wooden pews, fold down, padded kneeling thingies, a cathedral ceiling, and beautiful stained glass windows. A piano was playing in the background as the women filed in but I noticed an ancient pipe organ to one side. It was a small group representing the various Anglican churches. Everyone expressed a great deal of joy in seeing each other. They all made me feel most welcome.
  There was a communion service before the meeting. I remember dreading those as a child. They seem to last forever. That was when we had to kneel for the entire time the congregation filed to the front. It wasn't unheard of for one of the choir to drop like a stone in a dead faint. I don't think Children's aid would allow that nowadays.
  The piano player switched to the pipe organ as we sang an old hymn to open the service. Somehow I knew the melody. It must be from my days in the church choir more years ago than I care to think about. The reverend was a man in his forties, slightly balding with a refreshing sense of humour and gentle way of teaching.
  I took communion with the ladies which involved walking up to the front, kneeling, with palms crossed and facing upwards to receive the host. The ritual was something that also came from the dusty halls of memory. Another reverend from one of the other churches came with the wine in a single goblet. As much as I enjoy the way my own church does communion with the passing around of the elements so everyone can consume them at the same time, there's something special in coming humbly on my knees for these most precious of gifts.
  When the ladies had completed their short business meeting, it was my turn to speak. It went well and was well received. After I'd completed the talk about the Krasman Centre, it was wonderful to add a short, personal testimony of how important the Lord is in my life.
  As the meeting closed, the president of the ladies group commented that I had been the only speaker ever who had joined them for the service. It makes me doubly glad I went when I did.
  During lunch, I had a chance to talk to the visiting reverend. He heads the church where, many years ago, I had taken a pair of autumn lambs to be part of a nativity play in the old drive shed behind the church. We shared a moment of smiling recollection because that was the last time the church had done anything like it. It was the one where the young bull sang along to "Silent Night" and had instantly transported me to another stable in Bethlehem. It was a seed moment because I had yet to dedicate my life to Christ. That would come a few years later.
  So, despite another heavy cold filling my lungs and sinuses, modern medicine got me through without too much sputtering or snuffling. I hadn't wanted to cancel at the last minute and thankfully was at the end of the line for communion. I pray the cold won't spread to anyone else.
  "Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a merry heart; for God has already accepted your works." Eccl 9:7

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Speech by Susan L.

  I am going to the Anglican church in a small town about a half hour's drive away this morning. They invited the Krasman Centre to give a talk to the ladies of the church for Deanery day. I've got about fifteen minutes and have written out what I am going to say about who we are and what we do. I touch very briefly on mental health before opening the floor for questions.
  I had an appointment with my psychiatrist yesterday and shared this. He asked me if I'd thought about what sort of questions might be asked. I hadn't really.
  He played the role. "Aren't most mentally ill people violent?"
  I thought for a minute and replied, "Statistically, more people who have mental health issues are victims of violence, not perpetrators." As I thought some more, it wouldn't have hurt to include some of what I've shared on the blog, that TV tends to stereotype and amplify the worst. I'll trust in the Lord anyways to give me the answers necessary anyways.
  Another cold (groan) has worked its way into my sinuses leaving me congested and snuffly. 
  So, my gentle reader, prayers would be appreciated.
  Thanks ever so much.
  "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good testimony." Heb 11:1-2