Thursday, 5 May 2016

Day(s) of Rest by Susan L.

  I've come down with a nasty cold. It's really taken the wind out of my sails. Yesterday was a full day at work: staff meeting followed by a picnic/barbeque in the park to give those of us from both centres a chance to socialize. It was nice to see everyone but all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed. Chills, fever, sea lion barking made the day rather miserable.
  It meant I missed Bible study last night and it might be prudent to cancel being on the worship team this week. God is good, though. This is a rare week where there aren't any flute parts. It's all vocals. Seeing as I can't talk without coughing, singing is out of the question.
  Meanwhile, plenty of liquids, rest, cough syrup and I'll hook up the warm mist machine again. Hopefully this will get rid of it ASAP. It is a virus so there's not much sense in going to the doctors unless it drags on too long.
  The deck will have to wait until I am feeling a bit better.
  Oh, well.
  It's a good day to start filling out the long form 2016 Census paperwork I found hanging on my door last night when I got home. It's the law so as much as paperwork isn't my thing, its 36 pages of questions have to be answered and sent in before May 10. At least I don't have to travel to the place of my birth!
  "And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city." Lk 2:1-3
  
 

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Slow as Molasses by Susan L.

  As I packed up the wheelbarrow yesterday, it felt like there hadn't been much accomplished. Only four boards, the base for the new angled piece stepping off the deck, got cut and installed. It gave me some idea that the deck rebuild may take longer than planned. Which I should know anyways. Allow a certain amount of time to do any project, then triple it.
  I did do more that that. There was a honking, great big slab of concrete that had to be moved because it was in the way of the new flowerbed. It's part of an original cement path that led to the front door and the only piece remaining. Two feet long, twenty inches wide and anywhere from one to four inches deep, it was a questionable task to get it out of the way. It probably weighs close to three hundred pounds, if not more.
  Oh, I love a challenge!
  It's all in the leverage. Pushing down on a pry bar wedged against a hard block loosened the slab enough to get some scrap bits of wood underneath. Eventually I switched to a longer four by four post for better pushing power, then slipped in more scraps of wood to hold it safely in place until it was high enough to clear the driveway. (Finger and toe safety were in the forefront of my mind.) My thought had been to flip it over onto the driveway but instead ended up simply sliding it out of the way.
  It was a successful adventure into physics.
  Now what do I do with it?
  It's in pretty good shape. The step at the back door isn't. If I used round wood to act as wheels, it would be much easier to roll it into its new home just like the Egyptians did to move massive blocks of stone for the great pyramids. Getting the slab installed level is a challenge for another day.
   Thank You, Lord, for this lesson: pushing something down has the power to raise something to unimaginable heights. Thank You, Lord for life's challenges.
  "Blessed is the man whose strength is in You." Ps 84:5

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Story From India by Susan L.

  Apologies to any of my readers in India for the liberality taken with this beautiful story. It was only briefly mentioned during a documentary but nevertheless, struck a chord with me. I hope I've been able to maintain the heart of the story.

  When man was first created, the lesser gods were upset because of the status man had; how God had made him in His image. They decided to steal the God-head from man and hide it from him. The gods discussed the best place to hide it.
  One said, "Let's hide it at the bottom of the ocean!"
  The others replied, "No, because one day, man will be able to go there."
  Another said, "What about hiding it in the sky?"
  The others replied, "No, because one day, man will be able to go there."
  One of the lesser, lesser gods suggested, "What if we hid it inside of man? They'll never think to look for it there!"
  And so it was agreed.
 
  Searching. Longing. Missing something. Empty. Disconnected. I hear these words all the time from people who have yet to fully embrace Jesus as their Lord. I felt the same way before He was invited into my life. I held out a wistful hope that there was something better, something more to this life on earth. Only now do I realize the invitation was an awakening of the recognition that God had always been there. It was me who had been blind.
  Science has proven we are genetically wired for God, for a connection that surpasses the physical restraints of this life. The "God Gene" is part of the makeup of every single cell in every part of our body. Seeing as genetics has also proven the existence of a genetic Adam and Eve, it means every single one of us on the planet share this gene.
  Is this coincidence?
  Nope.
  With God, there are no coincidences.
  "For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height--to know the love of Christ which passes all knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." Eph 4:14-19