Seems Like It’s Going To Be A Red Letter Day

According to Oxford Languages on Google, a red letter day is “a day that is pleasantly noteworthy or memorable.” Of course I hope today will be pleasantly noteworthy, but that is not what I am referring to.

Lately, I have been hearing the questions deep within my soul, “have you set yourself apart, are you noticeably Mine (belonging to the Lord)?” “Is your temple in order?” “Do the work!

In case you haven’t noticed the world is a bit of a mess right now. There is turmoil, division, fear and hate. Many have shut themselves up in their homes like dark caves, quaking in fear. Others are rioting in the streets. It has become taboo to speak of God, and to hold onto morals and ethics.

This is not Christian! We walk humbly and boldly. We fearlessly speak the name of Jesus. We love, but call a spade, a spade. Or do we?

I mentioned Jesus in a discussion yesterday with someone I did not know if they were Christian or not. His face lit up. Ended up being a long conversation.

How can it be, that in a society built on Christianity that we don’t hear the name of Jesus? That we don’t talk about the greatness of God?

How is it that our morals and ethics are being trampled on, and we sit quietly by, not warning of the impending danger?

Today is a red letter day, in the book of John 5 there is a familiar story (for anyone that went to Sunday school) of a healing at Bethesada. Jesus asks a man who had been lame for a long time “Do you wish to get well?” Of course he did, so Jesus told him “get up, pick up your pallet and walk”. The man was healed, but he did not know Jesus. Later on Jesus found him in the temple and said to him, “look, you are made well, do not sin anymore, so that nothing worse happens to you” @NASB (Jesus words in my Bible are red.)

I find myself contemplating those red letters deeply today. I know the salvation is a free gift from God. Free meaning we can not earn it, it was VERY expensive to God to give it to us, it cost a precious life, but free for us to receive.

What has my mind churning is Jesus’ warning, “do not sin anymore, so that nothing worse happens to you.” Can salvation be snatched away?

In my opinion North American Christianity looks for a great number of “Christians ” just like secular living, in many ways, myself included. We accept the gift of grace and mercy, without the dedication to the relationship and discipleship. The Bible warns in Paul’s letters that our sins add to the punishment of Jesus. Do we want to add another stripe to His back? (Don’t get me wrong, I do not expect perfection, we are not God, only God is perfect.)

I believe God is becoming weary of the uncircumcised hearts of His “believers”. I believe our testimony is being compromised. I believe the Lord is calling us to repent, to weep for the brokenness of the world. I believe if we do not change our paths, we may relearn what it is to “fear the Lord” in our time.

I do have hope though, a story from 2 Chronicles 20. If we repent. If we stand firm. The Lord will direct our paths even unto war, so we can live in peace.

Today I ponder my red letters, as I ask the Lord to cleanse my own temple. 1 John 1:9 says “If we confess our sins to Him, He is faithful and just to forgive them and to cleanse us from unrighteousness.”

Will you make today into a “red letter day” ? Has the Lord stirred your soul with deep questions? Are you willing to respond to Him?

December 1st, 2021; Rush To The Finish Line!

I awoke this morning with the thought that maybe December should be a month of “inventory ” as apposed to the final push to the finish. I thought maybe a pause to see and remember all of the accomplishments, and count all the items yet to be finished, and an account of what worked and what didn’t go so well.

December can be such a busy month, with all the holiday cheer, decorating, cooking, gathering, fun.

Would a pause now, break the pace? Or would a “water break” give us the energy to finish the year stronger?

Jesus while sitting by a well resting in Samaria, asked a woman for some refreshing water. As the discussion continued He told her that “if she only knew who He was, she would ask Him for a filling of living water”.

I personally think I could use a drink of living water, to finish this 2021 race strong. How about you, do you need a water break?

Self care, pause, rushing through life.

How quickly we can be swallowed fully into life.

We rush around forgetting to breath, forgetting to pray, just going through the motions.

The mind, the heart, the soul needs time to pause, to reflect, to catch up with the body.

In what way will you give yourself permission to pause today? How will you disconnect from life, to listen to hear the desires of the Lord connecting with your soul?

What

The Last 30 Days:”Live like you were dying”

What if today you found out you have just one month to live?

Hold on a second though, as your mind shifts into overdrive, a few parameters before you answer. One you are relatively healthy, meaning, you can do everything that you usually do. Two you have relative freedom. Three you only have your normal resources to work with.

Would your mind immediately start making a list?

What would be on your list?

Would you have all the jobs you have yet to complete still on your things to do list?

Would God come into focus, with all your screw ups that you suddenly feel an overwhelming need to repent of?

Would there be people you would want to reach out to? Mends to make? Love to show?

How about your spouse and your kids?

Do you need to explain anything, any action or inaction?

Would you finally clean out the clutter from your life?

Would you pursue every pleasure for your sight, sound, taste, smell and touch?

Would you try to bury any “ugly stuff” or would you clean it up?

What would you do with one month to live?

How would you, in the words of that ol’ country song (Tim McGraw), “live like you were dying”?

Surprising bursts of beautiful colour!

Purple

I have got to admit, although you may already know, I struggled through this summer. Because I struggled, and let my peace slip slowly away, I am tired.

What I have learned though, through this journey in life, is that when you are low, the Lord will send encouragement. Resources to lift you up, and encourage one more step.

Sometimes they seem to show up when it almost feels too late. It might be a brief encounter that flashes some heavenly light, but then leaves you wondering, “did I see that”.

Summer is over, though the beautiful weather lingers on, as a blessing to complete all the chores that have been left undone.

God is still good, His joy renews my strength. I may be tired, but I am not defeated. In His mercy and grace I will push on!

If you feel tired and weary, may my Lord grant you peace and rest, may He renew your strength, and raise you up, may His love fill you and be the energy you thrive upon.

Seeking Solace

Last week was an unusually stress filled week. I was dealing with negative things I could not control. It was so negative, I actually went to the dentist just to relax!

I am usually a glass half full/overflowing type of person. I can distract myself with blessings and gratitude.

Last week I tried, I faked it, I reached for crutches, but really my insides just churned, and my body rebelled.

Saturday I was engaged with my daughter and her disc dog. That was fun. A bit of distraction.

Two 2nd place wins, happy girls

Sunday the family headed for “my happy place”, Algonquin Park. Usually I can sit and reflect, and feel the love of God through the beauty of creation wash over me.

This week surrounded by nature I struggled to find that peace. In fact I was grasped by such depression as I haven’t felt in a long time. Hopelessness in fact!

How can one feel so negative when witnessing such stunning scenes?

My journal didn’t help. Despair came over me. It held me in it’s claws!

I know in my heart, “be anxious for nothing, give it to God in prayer, with thanksgiving.” Sometimes it’s really difficult to do. Even when your faith is strong, your circumstances on this earth can be trying.

The moment that finally broke through my misery was when God gave me a fish. The fight, the surge of adrenaline, the success. Wasn’t a huge fish, but it was a fun fish. My smile in that moment became genuine.

Kickin’ bass!

For awhile it felt good to be alive. The trouble disappeared from my mind, and I found myself firmly planted in the moment.

As we packed up to come home, we all agreed what a great day it had been. No one knew of my struggle.

Exhaustion set in, it was hard to stay awake on the trip back. Something I try to do, to watch out for the eyes of animals along or on the road. The moon guided our path.

I fell into bed, crashed for the night.

I woke up thankful for a bass, that for a while, brought my heart and soul back to the present moment and gave a little burst of joy, a moment of solace.

Seeking Authenticity

Which path, do they both lead to the same ending?

I have an anxious feeling in my soul today and I can’t explain why.

I feel like something is going to happen. I am uncomfortable.

Is it from a recent discussion? In my studies, and discussions I have been bombarded by a thought so foreign to me I can’t grasp it. I feel like it’s a rabbit hole.

Is it just a moment of stretching and growth?

Maybe it’s too much coffee, not enough sleep, the weather???

Whatever it is, I choose not too live in this state!

I know that God is good, and His love lasts forever. I know He cares for us even in our weakened state. So as uncomfortable as this moment is, I choose to face today with love, patience, kindness, goodness, and hopefully a bit of self control.

Who knows maybe this anxiety will lead to something new and authentically great! After all, I am seeking the “real thing”!

MONARCH SEASON

Tiny fluttering beauty

It started with a science experiment with the kids. We gathered a monarch caterpillar, some milkweed leaves and carefully placed it into the insect cage.

We watched and waited. We waited and watched.

A chrysalis formed.

Wait some more, and changes started. The colour of the chrysalis transformed.

Then one morning it immerged. Wings kinked up. Unable to fly.

As the day progressed, the butterfly stretched it’s wings a little more and a little more. Fluttering and strengthening.

It’s favourite place to rest was in the sun, stretching and fluttering.

By the end of the day it stretched one more time, then it fluttered away.

Every year now, I watch and wait till the butterflies return. I leave a few milkweed plants in the flower bed so they know they are welcome here.

To understand the amazing transformation from ‘worm’ to beautiful butterfly a miracle of grand proportion. I stand amazed!

Upon the waters

When I agreed a few months back to take on this little mission I am on, I expected to receive some good fellowship with my friend, and to see something new.

I found out last night about the icing on this cupcake, I was taken fishing!

We piled in the boat, and set off. Up the lake we went passing our cabin on the right.

We continued breathing the fresh moist air deeply into our lungs. Bouncing across the waves, at the speed of youth. Refreshing and invigorating after a hot day of gardening and landscaping.

Our guide slowed the boat and announced we were at the first good fishing hole. I jokingly asked him if it was the best one.

He showed me how to bait the jig with the frozen shiner, and I cast it out into the water. Started reelling back and bam there was a fish on my line. I pulled my first pickeral/walleye into the boat. The adrenaline corsed through me, I couldn’t believe it!

A couple minutes later, bam, the little lady fishing with us snagged a nice size pike on her Barbie rod.

We continued casting and reeling but not long after my rod quickly laid aside for this beautiful family appeared on the horizon. In awe I grabbed my camera and fired away.

We cast a few more times then moved up the water a bit more.

All of us in the boat pulled at least one fish, amazing. I ended up with three. This one was too little.

Too soon it was time to turn back. The sun was setting, the kids needed to be tucked in bed.

We headed back in, enjoying the ride, the speed and the setting sun.

Back at the dock, we admired our haul. As we dreamed of the sweet reward of the fish fry to come.

The Creator displayed His beautiful art display, and smiled upon our pleasure.

The journey part 1

The Master’s Painting

The journey is so very long.

The road is twisty and hilly, sheer drop, or rock cut rise up. Perils on every side.

The trees fly by, so fast they meld into a blur of shades of colour.

Pause for a moment on the shores of possibility, and breath deeply of the clean clear misty air. A re-centering of the spirit, the very breath of God filling your lungs. Peace, peace, peace.

Travel on.

The daylight guides the path, late into the night. The sun plays hide and seek with the hills.

Darkness falls. Traveling on.

The flashes in the distance. Unsure if they are of human hand. Far reaching, but from the height of the majestic hill perception can be unclear.

Zig zagging from the heavens, lighting to the ground, no mistaking now. Gasping in awe of the Creator’s mighty power over and over again. Spectacular and frightening! Sit, watch, wait.

The ground drinking deeply of the soaking rain. Needs provided from the heavens above. Rest, rest ,while the work is done.

As the rain slows, the weiry travellers continue onward through the dark.

Hazzards lurk in shadows, ready to make life altering dashes into the travelers paths. On guard and ready, shield of angels ever near. Sharpened focus, diligence, press on.

Finally the sky begins to brighten. The sun begins to play again.

Rising, rising, a new day. One destination, by faith, and perseverance.

The Master says “well done”. An arrival. Rest now weary travellers, your journey has just begun.