Sunday, 14 September 2014

Heat by Susan L.

   I had to break down yesterday and put the furnace on. The house was chilly and damp despite a whirlwind of rare and downright unusual domestic kitchen activity. The aroma of almonds and peaches as well as oatmeal raisin muffins warmed the soul. It was topped with the heartwarming fragrance of spiced applesauce coffee cake but the body was left shivering. Most of these tempting goodies have gone into the freezer for days when comfort food is needed but of course there had to be quality control testing accompanied by a cup of coffee. It doesn't get much better than that!
  I am feeling led to go to church this morning. Don't know if it my own guilty conscious or what. Ill ask the Lord to bless the situation regardless of the reason. He will anyways.
  "Come, eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed. Forsake foolishness and live, and go in the way of understanding." Prov 9:5-6

Saturday, 13 September 2014

A Bit of a Territorial Display by Susan L.

  Anonymous is a busy bee. As much as I like to respond to comments people thoughtfully take the time to write in response to my posts, there's an increasing issue with spam. A majority of the unknown add links to their own web pages in the body of the text for products. When everything from hair care systems to I don't know exactly what they are pushing is included amidst a barrage of flattery, it leaves me wondering and cautious.
  And rather sad that my blog is trying to be used for unsolicited and unapproved advertising.
  For these commenters please note: Blogger does the sorting for me by sending any comments including links into a separate file. They do not get posted on this site for the general public to read. It's a waste of time if your intention is to simply hawk a product. Your entries get read by me and me alone and usually deleted.
  Yes, there is a security setting where it is necessary for someone to type in the distorted letters and numbers seen in a small box before they are allowed to comment. It's too bad such measures are even needed. When I first started this written journey, my writer's group encouraged me to omit that step so it was easier for readers add their own thoughts. I have no problem with that at all.
  I am more than willing to extend compassion and grace to those who are reluctant to use their names because often my posts are related to mental health. That's a touchy subject.
  Not only that but Anonymous, minus the ads, has written some extremely insightful and thoughtful comments that I know have blessed me tremendously and helped me rethink some of my own attitudes and understandings. Please continue to do so!
  As for the advertisers, I hope, should you take the time to read them, my little writings bless you in your daily life.
  "Wisdom and knowledge will be the stability of your times, and the strength of salvation; the fear of the Lord is His treasure." Is 33:6

Friday, 12 September 2014

The Sound of Silence by Susan L.

  My folk's condo is in a busy suburban area. A major highway runs near their place. The Toronto International Airport has a runway a few kilometers south of them. It's neat to watch the planes coming in for a landing or taking off to places unknown. Compared to my little house in the country, it is a noisy place and takes some getting used to. My folks don't notice it.
  Years ago we used to live a bit north of where they are. It didn't seem noisy but I guess it's all what we're used to. The area has changed a lot with huge subdivisions built and tons more retail. The traffic is constant, rush hour or not. I am glad we left when we did. I thought it was too busy then.
  I remember our first night on the farm in 1993. My ears throbbed from a silence so intense it was almost painful. It was October so even the nighttime cricket chorus was gone by that point. There was only an occasional moo from the cow tenants who were residing in the barn. It felt like a sensory deprivation experiment and took some time to acclimatize to the absolute stillness and peace of the country; a peace I now relish and celebrate.
  My city dwelling son commented on how unbearable the crickets were when he stayed over, that he'd had a hard time sleeping. Crickets? What crickets? It took active listening on my part to hear them again.
  It's funny how the music of our lives becomes sub-audible until something isn't quite right like the fridge motor starting to grind. For me, it's the sound of my sump pump. It wakes me from a deep sleep if it isn't working properly.
  I wish...or should it be pray... I would hear the quiet whispers of my Lord all the time. Somehow they seem to fade into the background unless I take the time to focus on hearing His voice. Somehow, sadly, He gets lost amidst the sounds of silence.
  "He who has ears to hear, let him hear!" Mat 11:15