Sometimes goodbye`s such a hard thing to say

There`s a Muppets song that always makes me cry.

Saying goodbye, going away

Seems like goodbye’s such a hard thing to say

Touching a hand, wondering why

It’s time for saying goodbye

Saying goodbye, why is it sad?

Makes us remember the good times we’ve had

Much more to say, foolish to try

It’s time for saying goodbye 

Don`t want to leave, but we both know

Sometimes it’s better to go

Somehow I know we’ll meet again

Not sure quite where, and I don`t know just when

You’re in my heart, so until then

Wanna smile, wanna cry

Saying goodbye

La la la la la la la la

It’s time for saying goodbye

I feel like singing it to the amazingly beautiful warm autumn we have had.

And crying.

But I Fear No Evil

Photo: Morning walk

As I walked this path in the early morning haze the words of a song by Eden’s Bridge came to me.

Sun-filled morning,

Endless haze,

Whispers of dew on the ground

Such beauty, golden day

lightens the dark all around…

I fear no evil

 

Perspective

Photo: The farmhouse

So often we pray, Lord, give us our desires, establish our plans, bless our ministries.

When I saw this lovely farmhouse yesterday and the size of it compared to the back yard God created, it was as if the Lord was saying, “Here’s an idea. How about you pray to be a part of what I am doing? How about you pray that my desires become your desires, that my will be done on earth, that you can bless my ministry by consulting me on my plans?”

“Your project is lovely, but I have bigger plans.”

Many are the plans in the mind of a man,
    but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand. (Proverbs 19:21)

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Down to the River to Pray

Photos: Down by the riverside

I was lost this morning. Somebody chopped down my landmark trees and shipped them off to build a house. I missed my turn and ended up on a very narrow road I haven’t seen before, so I followed a logging truck out, because I figured I’d rather see the back end of one of those things going around a curve than the front end coming at me. All was well though, and I came out of the forest near the river. So I decided to go down to the river to pray.

My soul got happy and I stayed a while.

I was lost. Now I’m found. God is good.

More abundantly

Photos: Yesterday I had time to go out with my camera for a while. The skies were overcast in town, but I saw some interesting light to the west so I pointed myself in that direction. I asked the Lord for a bit of light, both in my life, and on the hills so I might get one good shot. I followed the sun westward and ended up on a logging road that led to St. Marys Lake and the headwaters of the St. Marys River, then circled back by Marysville Falls at twilight. He supplied abundantly more than I asked. Out of this abundance I share with you.

Can you see the house in the above photo? It puts the size of these trees into perspective.

…and many more, which I may post at a later date…

Oh, wait. I have to include this one, just because I don’t think you will see community bulletin boards like this one in Toronto or Pittsburgh or Mumbai:

Hope: Vision-led endurance

Photo: I waited all through a dark, dreary, rainy day to be able to go out for a walk. Finally, in the early evening, the sun broke through.

This is going to sound weird because, well, it is weird.

About 4 ½ years ago we had a particularly difficult week in our family. We received three bits of bad news, any one of which meant a change in lifestyle –and all of them negative. Two were diagnoses of incurable degenerative diseases and one was about a business my husband put a lot of effort and time into, which literally went south.

Then I had a strange experience. I awoke hearing a voice with a BBC accent saying, “Follow 228 ban our tires.” It sounded like a commercial that adds a voice-over saying, “For further information go to www dot…”

It was so clear I grabbed a pen and pad and wrote it down, like it was a phone message.

In the morning I looked at it and felt rather silly. What an odd thing to write down. I never told anyone, but secretly, later in the day I googled it.

Nothing. I put the experience down to stress.

The next day I was thinking about the strange note to self when I remembered the voice had a British accent and in the UK tires is spelled tyres.

I googled it again using the “proper” spelling.

This time I followed the trail to a British bicycle shop site selling tyres which were featured in a click-able box at the top. On the side of the page was a box with an advertisement for Ray Ban glasses. Featured in the center was a photo and description of a head lamp for a racing bike. It must have been for very serious bikers because it cost 228 pounds.

Here’s the odd thing. The lamp was an LED Vision lamp made by the Hope company and called the Endurance model. What jumped out at me when I looked at the page was this:

Hope: Vision-LED Endurance.

As a person who suffered from depression for many years I know that living without a sense of hope is hell, but I wasn’t sure what hope really was. I knew it didn’t mean “a dream is a wish your heart makes” or “any dream will do”. I believe God was giving me a puzzle to solve in which the answer was a definition of hope, “vision-led endurance.” The Bible says without a vision (I believe the word there is a God-given active rhema word) the people perish. Hope means endurance that is attached to a promise from God. Hope gives a reason to live and a purpose with which to fight discouragement.

God is faithful. Those three problems which loomed so large that week are no longer big problems. One was healed out-right, quite miraculously, shortly afterward; one became less threatening when God had an unusual creative solution and is much improved, (hubs is not wheel-chair bound, in fact, he jogs six kilometres nearly every day); and the project is back on the rails –with much more reliable partners this time.

Jesus never ceases to amaze me.

Messengers

Bless the Lord, O you his angels,
    you mighty ones who do his word,
    obeying the voice of his word!
 Bless the Lord, all his hosts,
    his ministers, who do his will!
Bless the Lord, all his works,
    in all places of his dominion.
Bless the Lord, O my soul!

(Psalm 103:20-22)

Ending well

Photo: going out in a blaze of glory

How wonderful it is to spend time with elderly people who are filled with hope, not only for themselves, but for the generations yet to come. How encouraging it is to listen to those who have experienced many trials and come through praising God for his goodness.

I watched a documentary on the characteristics of centenarians (100-year olds). They had little in common as far as diet, exercise, or lifestyle were concerned. What they did have in common was a reason to get up everyday -a project that mattered to them or other people or pets to care for. The other practice they had in common was the ability to handle grief well. When a person lives to 100 years they have probably lost most, if not all, of their familiar friends and family. The ability to grieve and avoid bitterness seems essential to remaining a person who is physically,  mentally and spiritually healthy and capable of seeing past their own aches and pains and weaknesses.

Oh Lord, may we be thankful and increase in fruitfulness even as we grow older. May we remember to tell the next generations the wonderful stories of your grace.

Give ear, O my people, to my teaching;
incline your ears to the words of my mouth!

 I will open my mouth in a parable;
I will utter dark sayings from of old, things that we have heard and known,
that our fathers have told us.

 We will not hide them from their children,
but tell to the coming generation
the glorious deeds of the Lord, and his might,
and the wonders that he has done.

(Psalm 78)