Thursday, November 15, 2012


     On the afternoon of Remembrance Day my friend's husband called that she had slipped away Home at ten o'clock that morning. People often say "passed", but Din and Bet and I had shared a YouTube story on the subject. We always dipped our heads and chuckled when "passed" was mentioned during after skating tea time. My chuckle is AWOL just now. I am discombobulated. That word should be discombobled in my opinion. Syllables creating any sound close to "elated" do not fit. Any way you say it, Din may be singing alto in the most amazing praise team in the universe. For sure, she is totally well, totally happy, totally at peace. Her husband, sons and their families and oodles of friends are discombobled. Every one of us needs God's grace.

     I've heard Joyce Meyer say, "Grace is like manna." That is perfect... exactly the portion we need for each day. When I thought back over that morning, before daylight I'd happened to read Mercy Me's lyrics to "I Can Only Imagine"... "Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel?" On the way to church I'd stopped to take a picture of the sugar bush with no leaves on the maples, no sign of life. Yet we know the sap will rise in the spring. People will make syrup. New leaves will grow and that forest will be a thing of beauty once more. Before noon I watched my grand-nephew lay a wreath at the cenotaph in honour of those who gave their lives in war for our freedom. Life continues..

     Deuteronomy 33:25 says, "As your days, so shall your strength be." (NKJV) So we choose to be faithful to Him and trust Him to supply what we need one day at a time. Din has fulfilled her days. For the rest of us, the best is yet to come.    

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Our Comforter

     Recently I heard Robert Morris telling about his bride buying a comforter for their bed. He looked forward to pulling that soft warm cover up around his neck, but when they went to bed that night the new comforter had disappeared and the thin, worn one they'd been using was back in place. His wife wanted the new one to be kept "for looks" when company came. She had no intention of them using it.

     We humans have been given intelligence, but sometimes lesser creatures display more sense. The other morning a grey squirrel was huddled on our window sill. His tail was curled up over his back and head protecting him from the cold rain. If that tail is an important symbol of his worth and identity, he did not tuck it under his body to keep it dry in the storm. He did not hesitate to use it to its full potential to provide shelter.

     That same day Mr. Whiskers found a cozy corner on top of the eiderdown for his afternoon nap. When he was ready to curl up, he burrowed into the softness of the comforter. Whether his paws were dirty or he had burrs stuck in his coat from his outdoor shift was of no concern. He did not ask permission. He welcomed and used what was available for his comfort.

     Robert Morris went on to teach that we have the Comforter, the Holy Spirit for our use, not for show. He delights in comforting those who receive Him. Psalm 91:4 says, "He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge." (NIV) Whatever storms come against us, we are welcome to snuggle into the shelter He offers freely to all. He "is no respecter of persons." (Acts 10:34 KJV)