I believe Scripture teaches that humanly speaking time is nothing else than a gift of God, a precious package of life sent to us by our Heavenly Father, individually gift-wrapped and with our name on it...The last sands are dropping through the hourglass. What will we do with the time that is left to us?
--- Sherwood Eliott Wirt
"I Don't Know What Old Is, But Old is Older Than Me"
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Something to Ponder
"The characteristic of Christianity lies in the fact that its source, depth, and riches are involved with the knowledge of God's Son. It matters not how much we know of methods or doctrines or power. What really matters is the knowledge of the Son of God."
-- Watchman Nee
-- Watchman Nee
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Journalling
As I mentioned in my blog on "Mice", Lois read a number of quotes from her mother's journals during the eulogy.
Each time she mentioned that she was quoting from a journal it made me think about how much a journal can be a blessing to later generations. I now regret destroying all my journals during one of my many moves because there are times I wished I could go back and read about things that I had written in the past.
But I cannot sit here and wallow in regrets. I can start today at doing better at writing in my journal and holding on to each book I write in the future.
So here's to all the today and tomorrow journalling that I will be doing.
Have a happy day writing in your journal.
Each time she mentioned that she was quoting from a journal it made me think about how much a journal can be a blessing to later generations. I now regret destroying all my journals during one of my many moves because there are times I wished I could go back and read about things that I had written in the past.
But I cannot sit here and wallow in regrets. I can start today at doing better at writing in my journal and holding on to each book I write in the future.
So here's to all the today and tomorrow journalling that I will be doing.
Have a happy day writing in your journal.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Mice
Today I did the multimedia for the funeral of a lady from our congregation. I didn't know the woman but I feel that I can minister to the grieving family in this way.
Martha's daughter gave the eulogy. She interspersed her talk with quotes from Martha's journals. One of the things Lois read was a poem found in Martha's papers. The poem was:
Mice - by Rose Fyleman
I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white.
They run around the house at night.
They nibble things they shouldn't touch
And no one seems to like them much.
But I think mice are nice.
Why would I care about this poem read as part of a eulogy? Because back when I was in elementary school in Saskatchewan it was mandatory that the lower grades (1-4) memorize poems and then say them in public speaking contests.
In grade 2 I memorized the poem "Mice" and went on to win a medal in the district public speaking contest for my grade.
It was my Mom who helped me memorize the poem.
Martha passed away on August 27, 2010. My Mom passed away on August 30, 2001. Martha's funeral was held on September 3, 2010. My Mom's funeral was held on September 4, 2001. Martha was only 2 years older than my Mom.
After the funeral service was over, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and went to the fellowship hall to find Lois. I told her about my connection with the poem and about my Mom. Lois told me she was glad I had told her my story and she was planning on putting it in her journal tonight.
I don't think it was a coincidence that I had been asked to do the multimedia for Martha's funeral and that Lois read that particular poem. I think it was a God-thing. I am glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and spoke to Lois.
My Mom didn't know Martha here on earth but maybe they have now met in heaven and may even be talking about the poem "Mice".
Martha's daughter gave the eulogy. She interspersed her talk with quotes from Martha's journals. One of the things Lois read was a poem found in Martha's papers. The poem was:
Mice - by Rose Fyleman
I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces small,
They haven't any chins at all.
Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white.
They run around the house at night.
They nibble things they shouldn't touch
And no one seems to like them much.
But I think mice are nice.
Why would I care about this poem read as part of a eulogy? Because back when I was in elementary school in Saskatchewan it was mandatory that the lower grades (1-4) memorize poems and then say them in public speaking contests.
In grade 2 I memorized the poem "Mice" and went on to win a medal in the district public speaking contest for my grade.
It was my Mom who helped me memorize the poem.
Martha passed away on August 27, 2010. My Mom passed away on August 30, 2001. Martha's funeral was held on September 3, 2010. My Mom's funeral was held on September 4, 2001. Martha was only 2 years older than my Mom.
After the funeral service was over, I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and went to the fellowship hall to find Lois. I told her about my connection with the poem and about my Mom. Lois told me she was glad I had told her my story and she was planning on putting it in her journal tonight.
I don't think it was a coincidence that I had been asked to do the multimedia for Martha's funeral and that Lois read that particular poem. I think it was a God-thing. I am glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and spoke to Lois.
My Mom didn't know Martha here on earth but maybe they have now met in heaven and may even be talking about the poem "Mice".
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Handling Losses
The last few days have been sad and stressful for me.
On Sunday we had a farewell service for one of our pastors. Both he and his wife have helped me in so many ways along my journey. It is very sad to see them leave and make that dreadful move to Calgary. (Just joking.) I will miss them a great deal.
May God bless you, Pastor Doug, Roxy, Bradley and Bethany. May you be a blessing where God has placed you.
Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my Mom's death. I spent most of yesterday staying away from interaction with any one. I needed to be alone in my grief. I miss my Mom a great deal. We were very close and I some times feel that she was torn away from me before I was ready to let go of her. But, I guess, God does not make mistakes. His timing is always right.
What bothers me most about Mom's death back in 2001 are the facts that Mom did not get to see the weddings of her grandsons and now the births of her great-grandsons and great-granddaughters.
And she wouldn't have seen how far along I have come dealing with my depression and health issues.
Mom would be proud to see how the boys and Allison have grown in maturity, physically, mentally and spiritually. Her purse would be weighted down with pictures of the kids to show anyone who showed a miniscule interest.
God, please bless Mom in a special way today. Please let her know that I miss her. Also let her see her grandsons, granddaughters, great-grandsons and great-daughters. She would have been so proud. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!
On Sunday we had a farewell service for one of our pastors. Both he and his wife have helped me in so many ways along my journey. It is very sad to see them leave and make that dreadful move to Calgary. (Just joking.) I will miss them a great deal.
May God bless you, Pastor Doug, Roxy, Bradley and Bethany. May you be a blessing where God has placed you.
Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my Mom's death. I spent most of yesterday staying away from interaction with any one. I needed to be alone in my grief. I miss my Mom a great deal. We were very close and I some times feel that she was torn away from me before I was ready to let go of her. But, I guess, God does not make mistakes. His timing is always right.
What bothers me most about Mom's death back in 2001 are the facts that Mom did not get to see the weddings of her grandsons and now the births of her great-grandsons and great-granddaughters.
And she wouldn't have seen how far along I have come dealing with my depression and health issues.
Mom would be proud to see how the boys and Allison have grown in maturity, physically, mentally and spiritually. Her purse would be weighted down with pictures of the kids to show anyone who showed a miniscule interest.
God, please bless Mom in a special way today. Please let her know that I miss her. Also let her see her grandsons, granddaughters, great-grandsons and great-daughters. She would have been so proud. I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!
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