Monday, August 14, 2017

The Creative Power of Words

Have you ever considered the creative power of words? Words change the world. They bring order out of
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chaos. Words shine the light of day into the darkness of this world. From the very beginning words have been imbued with divine power. The psalmist reminds us, "By the word of the L
ORD the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth."

But it's not only God's words that have this vast power. Our words—human words, whether spoken written or thought have enormous power too. Adam's first job assignment was to speak words—to name the animals. Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the wild animals (Genesis 2: 19-20).

Strangely, God didn't do what every parent does. He didn't tell Adam what the animals were called. Adam told God their names. By so doing, God vested mankind with the power of language. Life is what we call it. Our words describe the world and give meaning to it.

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Through our words we bring order and make sense of the world around us. As a writer I am continually processing and attempting to make sense of this chaotic thing called life. I do it with words. From the beginning of time, by divine command that's what we are called to do. We are to speak order into chaos—speak accuracy and clarity into this world’s muddled reality.

With our words we shine the light of truth onto a situation. With words we write laws, administer justice and design government. With words we woo and romance and vow our love to one another. Our words create imaginary realms into which we can travel—words that transport. With our words we have the power to elevate the human spirit, or crush someone to the point of suicide.

Finally, there is something innately prophetic about our words. What we think, speak and write is potent. It has within in it the latent ability to become reality. Therefore, we need to guard our lips. See James 3:1-12. The psalmist reminds us not only of the power of the word of the L
ORD, but also our own words. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.

Response: LORD God, help me give careful consideration to my words. Today, may my words, whether written or spoken, be a creative force for good in Jesus' name. Amen.

Your Turn: How has God used your words for good lately? Are your words bringing order out of chaos?

David Kitz experiments in bringing order out of chaos in our nation's capital. His historical novel The Soldier Who Killed a King was released by Kregel Publications on July 25th. 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Surprise Attitude Adjustment

Last week’s shopping trip left me feeling elated and deeply satisfied.  Now if you know me that is quite a statement!  Unlike many women, shopping for anything other than books, is not my favourite thing to do—not even weekly grocery shopping.  However last week turned out to be quite different.  This week I had an identical experience—all the more exciting because of the two happening barely a week apart.

Last week I had walked past the meat department and had rounded the corner past the laundry detergents.  I was headed for the baking goods when the new clerk behind the meat counter came rushing up to me. 

“Ruth?” she smiled with delight and assurance.


I wondered how she knew me and what she was so excited about.

“You don’t know me. I am a friend of Mike and Sarah’s and I just started working here.  Sarah let me read your book that she bought several years ago and I just love it.  I laughed and cried through it and was so sorry when it ended. I could have kept reading if it was twice as long.

 Sarah said it was you when you passed by and I wanted to come tell you how much I loved your book.”

“Was that my latest book or one of my novels?” I asked.

“You’ve written more than one book?” she asked with eyes aglow.  “I’m sorry, I can’t remember the title.  I just know that I almost lived in the story as I was reading it.”

That statement of her inability to remember the title was rather comforting to me, for much as I enjoy stories I read, I often am ashamed to admit that I can’t remember the title either.  Sometimes even the author’s name escapes my mind.   

Once we had established that it was my first novel, Not Easily Broken, I informed this excited and affirming reader that there was a sequel.

“Oh-hh!  Where can I get it?”

“I have one in my van right outside the store.  If you’d like one, I’ll bring it in to you when I take my groceries out.”

I finished my shopping and as I promised, brought the book to her.  She thanked me profusely.

This week, I was barely inside the store when she came hurrying toward my cart. 

“I took Not Far from the Tree home last week and I kept reading for a full day and into the night to finish it.  Again, I laughed and cried and lived with the characters until the book was finished.  You have a way of writing that takes you right into the setting and makes it feel so real.  I felt as though I was living right with them.  Could I get one of the first books from you so I have a matching set?  I just love your books! ”

Somehow the chore of shopping felt much lighter this week.  I came out of the store smiling and I’m still basking in the glow of knowing that someone enjoyed what I had written.  

Not Far from the Tree was based on Freda, a wonderful woman who became my dear friend when she was in her nineties.  Not Easily Broken was based on her mother's life.  Freda had a real sense of humour and a genuine interest in people.  I feel quite confident that she would have been pleased to know her life story and that of her mother meant so much to this reader and many more. She may even have been pleasantly surprised that her life could be that inspiring to much younger readers. We do not know what influence our lives have on others.

Nor do we, as writers often know what effect our writing has on people .  Getting occasional feedback like I received can renew our passion and give us new vision for continuing to tell stories. 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Meeting the Unexpected--Carolyn R. Wilker

From The Guelph Enabling Garden website- Brian Holstein telling to an audience in the garden

This morning was planned months in advance—Tea and Tales, at The Enabling Gardens in Guelph. I was on deck with Jay Wilson, who is no stranger to theatre, with his puppet Prometheus. That the story telling was happening outdoors was just one of the features, in the beautiful Riverside Park in that fair city.
Several things have come into play over the last month and a half. One, that the crowd of seniors and others has multiplied over previous years so that there have been a hundred or more at any one telling. Maybe celebrating the 10th anniversary of Tea and Tales had something to do with it, or that the organizer, Brian Holstein, and his crew from Guelph Storytelling Guild did a lot of work to advertise the events. It may be the  first year that they used Facebook, but they also put up posters around town and promoted it to Baden Guild, of which I am a member, and any other people they knew who might be interested in the event.
When you have an outdoor event, you need to recognize that the weather can affect it. Today started out cloudy and overcast, meaning I could look into my audience’s faces without the need of a sunhat or sunglasses. It’s not really unexpected that there could be clouds and the chance of rain—sometimes a big chance—yet we started out with sunshine and a cool breeze coming off the river. Other Friday mornings this summer, the gathering located itself under one of the picnic shelters, but not this time. We hoped the rain would hold off just long enough. And before the stories began, we receive a blessing from a First Nations member who reminded us we were telling on what was truly native soil.

From Brian Holstein's photos of Tea and Tales

I’d asked to tell second since my friend Doris was coming from work in Kitchener and would be a bit late arriving, and so Jay took his place at the mic after introductions. I would follow him, to tell the second half of the hour.
Probably a good thing Jay went first as he had a laptop beside him. He used it for sound effects when he worked with Prometheus and also background music for a poem he recited that had been written by John Galt, founder of the city. His half hour was quite entertaining, and rain would not have been good for his laptop.

 past storytelling adventures- Open Doors Waterloo 2012

I began with a humorous short anecdote to follow up Jay’s serious ending to a historical tale, then followed with a folk tale, "Old Joe and the Carpenter," from storyteller Pleasant DeSpain. Then a personal story and another from childhood. I’d asked Brian, the host, to give me a signal concerning time, and he did. Not at 10 and 5 as we had planned, but at 5 minutes because of the raindrops that had already fallen.
Several people had put up their umbrellas, but I had the canopy of the tree that helped for part of my performance. The clouds threatened to give way. I offered one last short story and a woman came and stood by my side with her umbrella open, to protect me. I kept on telling, in spite of light rain, and finished the last story, another folk tale, "The Theft of Smell," by Pleasant DeSpain from his collection Tales of Wisdom and Justice.
As in storytelling today, there are often surprises, such as the small brown rabbit that hopped out of nowhere and right across the stage area as I told. I paused briefly as other eyes followed the rabbit's path, then resumed my story. A fellow storyteller said it reminded her of Snow White when the animals all came out when she appeared. Kind of neat that it happened.
Surprises in life happen often, in family and in community, some of them not so pleasant, with long-lasting effects, than at other times. But today's surprises were not hard to take. With God’s grace that holds us and his presence when we need it, we can handle the weather, even in a beautiful garden.

Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Jesus Christ, the Father’s Son, will be with us in truth and love.”  2 John 1:3  NIV

where my stories began
 picture book available now from my website

Wednesday, August 09, 2017

150 Years later.... _HIRD

By the Rev. Dr. Ed Hird
How many remember the late Bobby Gimby’s best-selling song ‘Ca-na-da’ created for the 100th Anniversary of Canada in 1967? Gimby was known as the Pied Piper of Canada, wearing a cape as he led countless Canadian parades. Living in Montreal at the time, my sister and I had the privilege of singing Gimby’s song on TV in both English and French at Expo 67.  I went to Expo 67 ten times on the brand-new Montreal subway. Never will I forget seeing both the US and Russian spacecrafts.  I naively picked up and started wearing a red Russian ‘hammer & sickle’ pin from Expo 67.  Until my public-school teacher pulled me aside and clued me in, I had no idea of this pin’s political implications.
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Fifty years later, we are now celebrating our 150th Anniversary of this amazing land of Canada.  Who would forget those amazing fireworks displays at English Bay and all across our nation?  On July 1st, thousands of us gathered in a ‘Voices Together’ celebration on Canada’s 150th birthday at the Pacific Coliseum.  Many Canadians are unaware that July 1st was originally called Dominion Day because of our being the Dominion of Canada.  Sir Samuel Leonard Tilley, a Father of Canadian Confederation and twice the Lt. Governor of New Brunswick, rose each morning to start his day with prayer and Scripture reading.  As the 33 founding Fathers gathered in 1864 at Charlottetown, PEI, there were many suggestions on what to call this new nation. That morning, as Tilley read from Psalm 72:8, he became so convinced that Canada should be a nation under God, that when he came down to the Conference session, he presented the inspired name “Dominion of Canada”.  Our National Motto on our Coat of Arms “A Mari Usque Ad Mare” (from sea to sea) was drawn once again straight from Psalm 72:8. “He  
Tilley came to a personal knowledge of Jesus Christ in 1839 through his Anglican rector, the Reverend William Harrison. His life was so dramatically transformed that he even became an Anglican Sunday School teacher and a Church Warden (Elder).  Tilley’s son Harrison became a well-known Anglican priest.
One day, an 11-year old girl ran to Tilley for help, after her drunken father brutally stabbed her mother to death.  Because of this tragedy, Tilley went from being a quiet pharmacist to becoming the Premier of New Brunswick in his campaign for alcohol reform. When Tilley brought in actual alcohol legislation, he was burned in effigy, his house was attacked, and his family’s lives were threatened.
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 Tilley the ‘dry’ Anglican was good friends with Sir Charles Tupper the ‘drinking’ Baptist Premier of Nova Scotia.  Both shared a passion for railways which they believed were the key to the Maritimes’ future.  Sir Charles Tupper eventually became the Federal Minister of Railways, bringing the CPR railway line to Vancouver, and BC into Confederation. Before the arrival of the railway, traveling to Vancouver would take all summer by riverboat and stagecoach.
The 1864 Charlottetown meeting was originally intended to bring a Maritime Union of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, to defend against the threat of American invasion. But Tupper and Tilley dreamed bigger, inviting Ontario and Quebec to join them in a new Confederation. Tupper believed in the greatness of Canada, saying: “The human mind naturally adapts itself to the position it occupies. The most gigantic intellect may be dwarfed by being cabin’d, cribbed and confined. It requires a great country and great circumstances to develop great men.”
Tupper read the Bible fully from cover to cover by the age of eight. His father Charles Tupper Senior, a prohibitionist, was one of the founding fathers of the fast-growing Maritime Baptist Churches. While training as a medical doctor in Edinburgh, Charles Jr discovered Scotch from which he never recovered.  Tupper served as first president of the Canadian Medical Association.
In 1867 the Halifax Morning Chronicle had described Tupper as “the most despicable politician within the bounds of British North America.”  Throughout his career Tupper was variously described as “the Boodle Knight,” the “Great Stretcher” (of the truth), “the old tramp,” the “Arch-Corruptionist,” and “the old wretch.”.
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Tupper has the distinction of being the shortest-serving Prime Minister in Canadian history, even beating out Joe Clark and Kim Campbell (67 days!). His marriage, despite allegations of philandering, lasted longer than any other Prime Minister: 66 years!
Tupper, the longest-surviving Father of Confederation, served in six federal cabinet portfolios. If there was something that was really difficult to get done, somebody who needed to be won over, Macdonald often said: ‘Call Tupper.’ Tupper could make things happen.
In 1883 a British Columbia contractor close to Tupper was awarded a two-million-dollar job, even though rivals submitted lower bids. The opposition suspected a payoff. Tupper faced a legal challenge and demands for a full inquiry. He promptly left his retirement home in Vancouver and sailed for London, far from the cry of scandal, to take a diplomatic posting.
On our 150th Anniversary, Sir Charles Tupper and Sir Leonard Tilley remind us that God can use the most unlikely people in building a nation.

Rev. Dr. Ed Hird, Rector

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Enjoying the Sonshine by Steph Beth Nickel

We recently returned from a vacation to Canada's breathtaking Rockies. Dave, my hubby, worked in Jasper for two summers and a Christmas before we were married. However, we had never visited together. We were thrilled to have the opportunity this year. (We have been married for 35 years.)

The weather was beautiful and we most definitely enjoyed the sunshine.

Below are three pictures Dave took while we were there:

The sun is usually an important factor when on vacation. It affects what we do, where we go, and how fulfilling we find the experience.

No matter how spectacular the scenery (and it was) or how brightly the sun shone (and it did), it's almost insignificant compared to the impact the Son has on our lives.

And, amazingly, while Jesus makes it clear from various passages in the gospel of John that He is the Light of the World, He also refers to His followers in this way. (See Matthew 5:14-16.)

So whether we're on vacation or in the midst of our day-to-day routine ... whether the sun is shining brightly or the clouds are thick and grey ... may we all shine brightly in the days ahead.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Ottawa Christian Writers’ Fellowship Facebook page now public - Denyse O'Leary


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 Bookstores are bouncing back. New research shows the health of brick-and-mortar retailers is good even as online mobile shopping continues to grow. compiled publicly available data from Moody’s, the U.S. Department of Commerce, and Retail Dive, among others, and analyzed it.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Choices Overload? – Choose Wisely

Imagine you’re at the coffee shop counter.
“What can I get you, today?” asks the clerk. You’re confronted with a choice of regular or decaf or any one of a great array of specialty coffees. You decide and inform the clerk (more pretentiously, the barista), who then asks, “What would you like in it?” Sugar? How much?  None? Sure. Cream or milk or black? Did you say “double-double?”
My wife or I place our order, plain and simple: Two small coffees, both with double milk.
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Later in the day our order would be for decaf coffees. The establishment offers numerous other choices, such as: baked-good treats – donuts, bagels, cream-filled fancies or soft or crunchy cookies – more decisions! There are options for paying, too – with gift card, loyalty card, cash or debit.

Being alive and living forces choice-making on us from the time we roll out of bed in the morning till we climb back in. A well-stocked wardrobe presents its own challenges: What shirt will I wear today? What colour of socks and tie . . . ? A lady may be concerned about what shade of tights, makeup and accessories will contrast or conflict with – or complement – her pants or skirt and top. It would’ve been easier in the good ol’ days when many of us had only one or two pairs of pants and a couple of shirts or blouses.
What should we have for breakfast, lunch and dinner? – And the decision-making goes on. If oatmeal is all you can afford and the only cereal you have, the breakfast choice is quite simple.
Leaving UK for Canada 43 years ago.
Two young boys and one-on-the-way.
Mum looks at peace; Dad looks glum.
They have long since gone to be with the Lord.
Our Canadian 'Adventure' continues.
CHOICES continue, too! ~~+~~

Options and choice overload – it’s hard to know whether we’re coming or going. Choices in life are not always between the good and the bad. They can be between the good and better or between what’s not so bad and what might be much worse.
I recall in my teens that I had made some less-than-good choices and had gotten in with some youngsters who were not following what I knew to be “the better way.” 

Thank God I wasn’t too far down that track before I realised that this wasn’t “me.” Basically, I said, “This is not who I am.” I had a choice to make: Go through the religious motions and live on the periphery of what only looked like a Christian life, or turn my back and walk away from Jesus altogether – something I was not prepared to do.

And so, there was another avenue: Embrace and pursue the kind of life that in my heart of hearts I knew fitted the higher call that was on my life. At the time I had no idea that I would come to Canada and serve in pastoral ministry for decades and be writing to you, as I’m doing just now. However, I reckoned I’d be involved in gospel and sacred music – as I had been since my childhood.
I began to refocus my life on the Lord and chose to live in the light of His grace, seeking His help in putting into practise the lessons I was learning along the way – one day at a time. The song bearing that title, “One Day at a Time”* has, I’m sure, inspired many to choose wisely and raise their gaze and keep their feet on ‘the better way’!

One day at a time sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking from you
Just give me the strength, to do everyday what I have to do.
Yesterday’s gone, sweet Jesus, and tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way one day at a time.*
*Authors: Marijohn Wilkin; Kris Kristofferson

Peter A. Black is a retired pastor – well, sort of – and lives in Southwestern Ontario. He writes a weekly inspirational newspaper column, P-Pep! and is author of Raise Your Gaze ... Mindful Musings of a Grateful Heart, and Parables from the Pond. ~~+~~

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Healing Evangelism? by Eleanor Shepherd

This week, Glen and I have been involved in a unique evangelism initiative with our denomination at Old Orchard Beach, Maine.  The majority of the participants are college age and activity centres around a fast-paced Cirque de Soleil type of presentation on the main stage at the Pier.  Multimedia performances by singers, dancers and stage bands are accompanied by activities geared to all the family with face painting, balloons, giveaways and opportunities for conversation.  The cooperation of the local authorities and merchants adds to the festival atmosphere.

Simultaneously in another part of town are traditional summer camp meeting activities of our denomination, where the faithful gather for inspiring preaching, Bible studies and prayer meetings that will build their faith. It seems this week that there is something for everyone in town.

Yesterday morning was one of the unique opportunities for the participants in both of these diverse programs to meet together for worship.  My heart was profoundly moved as we sang one of the hymns that has been a vehicle for growth in my own faith journey.  As I sang, I began to make the connection between healing and evangelism.  The song writer, an international leader of an earlier generation wrote:

When shall I come unto the healing waters?
Lifting my heart, I cry to thee my prayer.
Spirit of peace, my Comforter and healer,
In whom my springs are found, let my soul meet thee there.

From a hill I know,
Healing waters, flow:
O rise, Immanuel's tide,
And my soul overflow!

Wash from my hands the dust of earthly striving;
Take from my mind the stress of secret fear;
Cleanse thou the wounds from all but thee far hidden.
And when the waters flow let my healing appear.

Light, life and love are in that healing fountain,
All I require to cleanse me and restore;
Flow through my soul, redeem its desert places,
And make a garden there for the Lord I adore.

As we sang, my mind went back to a time 23 years ago this summer, when this hymn took on new meaning for me.  I had an opportunity to spend a summer in London, England with colleagues from around the world, sharing our common experiences in ministry and learning from one another.

During one of the breaks during the course, I engaged in a personal spiritual retreat at a private retreat centre in Tunbridge Wells.  At the time one of our close friends was fighting a battle with cancer and I wanted to focus my attention on learning all that I could about healing from the Gospels, so we could try to understand how to pray for him.

Each morning I went out into a quiet corner of the garden with my Bible and began to read through the Gospels, focusing my attention on any parts that spoke of healing.  As I did so, often when I stopped to meditate about what I was reading the words of this hymn would come to my mind.

That November, our friend went to be with the Lord, but we were able to enjoy some lovely times together with him and his wife during his last months. Although we carefully followed the instructions provided in the teaching of the New Testament for healing of the sick, our friend, Dave, was not granted healing on this earth.

It was six years later that the topic of healing again became an issue for me.  This time, it hit closer to home with the paralysis of our son after an accident.  During the subsequent years of adjustment, one of the things I have learned is that physical healing may not be the most significant kind of healing.  While it would change things dramatically for our son, the changes that come with the healing of our souls can be equally life-altering.  

So I have found myself, mingling with folks on the Pier at Old Orchard Beach this week, where my particular responsibility is to be a part of the prayer team.  As I walk through the crowds and engage with people as appropriate, my prayer is for their healing.  I want them to be well and whole physically, but even more, I want them to know the healing of the light, life and love that God desires to give them.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Reframing by Carol Ford

The term reframing can be defined as putting a picture in a new frame. What if that picture is an event or circumstance in our life—a disappointment, illness, or setback? Are you able to reframe the situation with a new feeling or attitude? It’s not easy.

I’ve had a firsthand opportunity over the last couple of weeks to do just that. I shifted how I viewed changes to my summer plans.  Because of a medical issue with my husband, I had to stay at home instead of enjoying a summer getaway with friends.  I knew it was the right decision.

 The first couple of days I allowed myself a pity party and some mental pouting, but as I reflected on the bigger picture and what God could do, I had a spirit of change. Not only could I support my husband, but I had an unexpected opportunity to ‘love on’ my grown son.  My son had to work in the city near our home, so he stayed overnight with us for these two weeks.  I made sure he had a good breakfast, a lunch in his cooler and a healthy dinner late in the evening when he returned from his manual labour. How sweet is that! I really enjoyed the experience; one that a mother doesn’t often have once their son becomes a father and husband.

Some of my best devotions in As The Ink Flows: Devotions to Inspire Christian Writers & Speakers were written while I had to lay on my back for two months.  During that time, I was encouraged by Jesus words....
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 NIV

What are you currently experiencing that you need to put in a ‘new frame’?  Can you take the situation that is troubling you and reframe it with a positive attitude?

L-R Claudia Loopstra, Melony Teague, Marguerite Cummings, Carol Ford (Glenda Dekkema absent)
Friends in the Word, Authors of As the Ink Flows: Devotions to Inspire Christian Writers & Speakers

Carol Ford’s is a co-author of As the Ink Flows: Devotions to Inspire Christian Writers & Speakers and has a short story in Hot Apple Cider with Cinnamon and Christmas with Hot Apple Cider (available October 2017). She is featured on Hope Stream Radio in a program entitled Life Under the Sun.

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Unsearchable by SUSAN HARRIS

Who doesn’t love it when they call someone on the phone and that person answers? Or call for help and have someone come to aid in person? Although many have substituted  messaging and emails in lieu of phone calls, or more dejectedly, they choose not to reply, we have an assurance that will always stand.

Jeremiah 33:3 pledges, Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. (NIV).


This verse, which has become very dear to me over the last three years, implies that research as we know it, is lacking. It’s incomplete. There are themes and topics that have not been captured. Untold, unwritten. This is especially exciting for me (us) as a writer and author. Imagine being able to enlighten through fresh revelations. Not just fresh, but new. gives the meaning of  "unsearchable" as  not lending itself to research, hidden.  The Oxford dictionary states it as unable to be clearly understood; inscrutable. Wouldn’t hidden knowledge revealed be the matter of bestselling books? To produce writing that cannot hitherto be found in textbooks or the Internet is ground breaking, revolutionary!

My last post on this blog (June 17) hinged on the theme of restoration. It stirs my spirit that Jeremiah 33:3 in the NIV is classified under the sub-heading Promise of Restoration, and instinctively I feel the revelations push me into "becoming unordinary" (the title of the June 17 blog. I did not notice the sub-heading in the NIV until I was taking the snapshot.)
The KJV replaces the word  tell with shew, and unsearchable with mighty.  I’m astounded at this show and tell, the mark which writers aspire to.  How limitless is the potential of great and mighty and unsearchable things to write about, to show and tell. 


To whom will Father God give the heads-up of this not-yet-known intelligence? He uses a myriad of methods. For me, those insights and fresh material come during times of listening to the Lord when in prayer or ponder. They come through quiet observation. They come when I’m hungry for more of the Kingdom. They also  come through dreams and visions (Joel 2:25).

 King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes 1:9. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; here is nothing new under the sun. (NIV). Does this imply a contradiction?

I think no, because King Solomon’s is an earth-bound perspective, the natural, and God is outside of the natural. I believe that the new revelations will align with Scripture but offer more details, and this will draw men and women to Jesus.  Isn’t this the ultimate of the cross? Therefore I will call unto Him, and call again, and write what He shows me. 

How does the new come to you?

SUSAN HARRIS lives for eternity. Through spurts of pain she has envisioned Heaven and its grounds and is currently writing about it. This year she is focused on reading God’s direct words in the Old Testament on her 1-Minute Prayer page and is finding it transformational. Any is welcome to join.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Breathe by Glynis M Belec

I love that my writing and publishing business is busy. I love to learn. I love that I have a home office and can take courses at home or write whenever the time is right. I love that my elderly father lives with us and I can care for him 24/7. 

I hate that my life is so crazy busy. I hate that I too often don't have enough time to complete what my agenda has set before me on any particular day. I hate that my commitments keep me virtually house/office bound.

Then I remember ...

There is a season time for everything

A time to be born - I don't remember much but I am thankful it happened ...
A time to die - Dear God, we just heard of another death today. A young fellow. Cancer. I hate cancer but I trust You. 
A time to plant - I complained that I was late planting my garden. I look at it now and realize you had it all under control.
A time to harvest - I look at my garden in awe. Tiny seeds produce full plates. Delicious miracles
A time to kill - I will never understand war.
A time to heal - Yesterday we heard the joyous news that the son of a friend of ours who had a stem cell transplant for leukemia has been declared cancer free. Thank you Jesus.
A time to destroy- The forest fires in BC are consuming homes and ripping apart homes; but it cannot tear the fabric of family and community 
A time to rebuild - After the floods here in town, it must have warmed your heart, Lord, to watch people rally together and pitch in to help. 
A time to cry- Lord may my family see the void in their lives. May they find You. I sometimes cry in my pillow wondering if my prayers are futile ... 
A time to laugh - oh my little granddaughter makes me laugh out loud and my stress melts. 
A time to grieve - deep grief is a sign of deep love
A time to dance - I am notorious for dancing when no one is watching - except you, God. Then I hope I make you smile. Ssshh. Don't tell anyone. 
A time for scattering stones - Play is a wonderful thing; even (no, especially) for those who grow weary.
A time for gathering stones - I love to see people who love their work. It shows in their productivity.
A time to hug - Although I am a partial introvert, I cannot imagine a day without at least one hug. I love when my grandchildren come back for another hug. 
A time not to hug - I've discovered that sometimes people just want to be left alone with their thoughts for a while. I don't have to initiate everything.
A time to find - That night. 1986. 3am. I found You, Lord, even though it was me who was lost, not You.
A time to lose - It took me to have cancer before I came to the realization that I didn't have to win every battle. Sometimes it was more beneficial to lose. 
A time for keeping - Oh Lord. I love this. I am a pack rat. 
A time for throwing away - One day it will all be dust. And then a wind. I'm learning to purge. 
A time to tear - My heart breaks when I see the fabric of family ... torn
A time to repair - I am married to the handiest husband ever. He has this special glue. 
A time to be quiet - The sound of silence is something I am learning to appreciate. Be still and know.
A time to speak up - I had to tell her how she was causing pain with her wicked words, as hard as that was to do. 
A time for loving -  Family equals love. The best parts of my life is when I am surrounded by my children and grandchildren and everyone is laughing together and appreciating the moments. 
A time for hating - The result of hatred in this world happens in our house every evening around 6pm. Sometimes I just cannot look at the news any longer. A steady dose of hatred makes my heart hurt and my stomach turn. 
A time for war - How can anyone kill another human? But one look at the state of this world confirms the battles will continue as long as there are those who lust after power ... (and for what end?) 

A time for peace - Quietly, hopefully, patiently ... And then, I breathe. 

Yes the moment my grumbling begins God reminds me that to everything there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8). And then he tells me to be still and know that He is God (Psalm 46:10) and then, I breathe, again. 

        Glynis lives, loves, laughs and does an awful lot of reading, writing, publishing and praying in her home office. 
        How thrilled Glynis is to be part of GOOD GRIEF PEOPLE (Angel Hope Publishing) - an anthology filled with stories that help readers recognize, honour and celebrate  the individuality of grief.            

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