Saturday, 13 February 2016

Out of Steam by Susan L.

  It's been tough these last few mornings to think of something to write about. This morning has me distracted by the snow and bitter cold that rolled in last night. The driveway needs a shovel again only this time it will mean putting on snow pants and a heavier coat just to stay warm. Yuck. But thank You, Lord, that I have them and that I am up to the task.
  This could be called getting steam...I bought a warm mist humidifier for the house. It seemed like a good idea to help with this cough. The furnace dries out the air terribly. The machine has a little cup for adding inhalants that slowly evaporate into the mist. The smell of Vicks is an old familiar; comforting even if it doesn't do any real good as rumour reports. There was condensation on the windows this morning so it might be a good idea to run it on a lower setting. The combination has helped loosen my cough. Woohoo!
  When I was sick as a child, I remember my mom setting down a bowl of boiling water with a bit of waxy Vick's Vaporub floating in it. The water would be streaked with a rainbow as it melted. Using a towel draped over head and bowl, it created a mini-sauna for breathing in the steam. I always hated having to do it but realize now it wasn't because of the steam or the smell, it was being claustrophobic and hating anything over my head.
  Even my bangs falling over my face in the middle of the night wakes me up gasping. A mini-panic episode explodes as my half-asleep hand flails around trying to clear them away. I know I can breathe through hair! Someone ought to inform my subconscious. I'd really appreciate it.
  It leaves me wondering, as it always does, where the claustrophobia came from. If the Lord could lead me to the core memory that started this, it could be the beginning of being set free. I wouldn't be averse to a Divine healing either.
  Lord, I am listening. Please, free me of this. In Jesus' Name I pray. Amen.
  "I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I do hope,. My soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning." Ps 130:5-6
 

Friday, 12 February 2016

A Bit More Investigation by Susan L.

  Instead of looking up the word "unworthy", which in the King James Bible only appears twice, I decided to look up the word "worthy". In previous posts, I mentioned that Christians should not call themselves unworthy because it negates the work Christ did on the cross. This attitude can rob us of all the good things He stands for: forgiveness, redemption, grace...the list goes on.
  As I read a few of the scriptures containing "worthy", it was often preceded by "not". Jesus is quite clear on who is not worthy. "He who does not take up his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me." Mat 10:38
  Jesus is very clear. Those who follow Him are worthy.
  Here's the good part. Our Lord is a lord of second chances. And third. And forth.
  Broken. That's what we are. Living in a broken world. Acknowledging our brokenness encourages us to keep our eyes on the Prize, the Light of the World. It is an expression of humbleness, of being aware that we cannot go it alone but need Someone greater than ourselves to help us be greater than ourselves. A Rock. An Anchor. A Hope.
  One of my favorite sayings that I've shared before is in Christ, the ten commandments become the ten promises. The "thou shalt nots" become "you won'ts" because your heart and soul is full of the love of God. Brokenness falls away under the healing power of Christ and the Holy Spirit.
  "Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, an you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." Mat 11:28-30
 
 
 

Thursday, 11 February 2016

More Snow by Susan L.

  Yesterday's dusting of snow was added to over night. Not much, just another half a dozen inches or so. Enough that I'll have to shovel the driveway today. The exercise will do me good. At least, that's what I will tell myself if I can get through it without coughing too much!
  It was my granddaughter's birthday yesterday. She turned the ripe old age of four. I called to wish her a happy day, leaving a message for her on the phone. When my cell phone went off at Bible study, I was delighted to hear her voice on the other end. With prompts from her dad, we had a short 'n sweet conversation. I hope to get down sometime soon to see them all.
  The snow is beckoning so this will be a short one today. It's time to throw on the outside gear and get stuck into it.
  May your day be blessed.
  "Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all the depths; Fire and hail, snow and clouds; Stormy wind, fulfilling His word." Ps 148:7-8