As He was approaching [the city], at the descent of the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of the disciples began to rejoice and to praise God [extolling Him exultantly and] loudly for all the mighty miracles and works of power that they had witnessed…. (Luke 19:37&38a Amplified)
…So that your faith might not rest in the wisdom of men (human philosophy), but in the power of God. (I Cor. 2:5 Amplified)
I’m forever expecting God’s mighty miracles and works of power to break out.
When I pray for someone, I’m surprised if the person still has the problem next time I see them. I’m surprised a lot.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Blooming reviewed
Janet Sketchley over at God With Us: Finding Joy did a review of Blooming. I like it.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Washing a Packet of Five Gum
Five Gum
These Machines
Result
This is what happens to a packet of Five Gum left in the pocket of a sweater washed and dryed in this laundry equipment.
These Machines
Result
This is what happens to a packet of Five Gum left in the pocket of a sweater washed and dryed in this laundry equipment. Note: except for the colour change...that didn't happen.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sometimes We Don’t See the Signs
(continued)
Maybe the do-not-enter signs were covered with snow. Maybe we didn’t look in the right places.
Sometimes in life we head off in the wrong direction. It takes a police cruiser experience to wake us up.
Sometimes in life we head off in the wrong direction. It takes a police cruiser experience to wake us up.
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The other night someone was having a three-cruiser experience right outside our bedroom window at 2:15 in the morning. The light flickering across my ceiling woke me up.
Getting Caught Going the Wrong Way
(continued from previous post)
I pulled the van over beside a snow bank and rolled down my window. A young police officer, disgust all over his face, strode up to the van.
“We are SO lost.” I said.
“That is a one-way street. There are a plethora of signs at the entrance.”
I hadn’t seen any signs beyond the no exit sign, but thought it best not to admit to blindness.
Where you from?”
“Hamilton.”
He nodded. My answer seemed to explain something to him.
“Where are you headed?”
“We’re looking for a place to eat.”
“Well, you won’t find it here.” He motioned at the residential homes all around us. “Head down to the end of this street and turn right. That’s the main street. You’ll find all kinds of places there.”
“Down to the end of this street and turn right? Oh, thank you sir. Thank you! Thank you,” I called after him as he disengaged.
I rolled up my window.
“I didn’t see any signs,” said Lizzy.
At the end of the street, we found our Tim Horton’s.
(continued)
I pulled the van over beside a snow bank and rolled down my window. A young police officer, disgust all over his face, strode up to the van.
“We are SO lost.” I said.
“That is a one-way street. There are a plethora of signs at the entrance.”
I hadn’t seen any signs beyond the no exit sign, but thought it best not to admit to blindness.
Where you from?”
“Hamilton.”
He nodded. My answer seemed to explain something to him.
“Where are you headed?”
“We’re looking for a place to eat.”
“Well, you won’t find it here.” He motioned at the residential homes all around us. “Head down to the end of this street and turn right. That’s the main street. You’ll find all kinds of places there.”
“Down to the end of this street and turn right? Oh, thank you sir. Thank you! Thank you,” I called after him as he disengaged.
I rolled up my window.
“I didn’t see any signs,” said Lizzy.
At the end of the street, we found our Tim Horton’s.
(continued)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Going the Wrong Way on a One Way Street
We didn't bother asking anyone for directions: we had two whole hours between games at Lizzy’s basketball tournament and we had a GPS (global positioning system). That's how Lizzy and I found ourselves driving around St. Catharines looking for a Tim Horton’s at noon last Saturday.
Our GPS didn’t know Geneva Street was off limits due to construction. Our GPS kept telling us to turn left to head back to said street. We stopped listening and ended up navigating slushy snow-covered residential streets. At one point I drove past a sign which declared no exit. I was all set to turn the van around, but then I noticed a narrow, freshly plowed alley—snow piled high on one side and freeway fence on the other.
Without hesitation I entered the alley. We rounded a corner. Ahead I could see a do-not-enter symbol on a sign just past an adjoining street. I saw a police cruiser coming at me from beyond the do-not-enter sign. At that point it occurred to me that I was possibly traveling the wrong way down a one-way street. I signaled left onto the adjoining street. Maybe the police wouldn’t notice. Rather unlikely.
(continued)
Our GPS didn’t know Geneva Street was off limits due to construction. Our GPS kept telling us to turn left to head back to said street. We stopped listening and ended up navigating slushy snow-covered residential streets. At one point I drove past a sign which declared no exit. I was all set to turn the van around, but then I noticed a narrow, freshly plowed alley—snow piled high on one side and freeway fence on the other.
Without hesitation I entered the alley. We rounded a corner. Ahead I could see a do-not-enter symbol on a sign just past an adjoining street. I saw a police cruiser coming at me from beyond the do-not-enter sign. At that point it occurred to me that I was possibly traveling the wrong way down a one-way street. I signaled left onto the adjoining street. Maybe the police wouldn’t notice. Rather unlikely.
(continued)
Monday, March 1, 2010
What the Olympics Did for Me
What a great way to spend February…watching fellow Canadians live their dream.
The elation.
The disappointment.
The courage.
The pain.
The joy.
The agony.
The superhuman effort.
The beauty.
The despair.
The relief.
The unity.
It was all there and I felt like I was part of it. When I went cross-country skiing with Amanda on Thursday, we were Canadian athletes on a practice run. When I went to Lizzy’s basketball tournament on Saturday, her team was playing for Gold and came home with a Silver.
Life suddenly mattered more. The games stirred up joy in taking ownership, in caring about outcomes, in participating with my heart.
I want life to matter. I want this blog to matter. I want the book I’ve written to matter. I want the book I'm writing to matter.
I want God to say, “Well done good and faithful servant!” every day of my life.
The elation.
The disappointment.
The courage.
The pain.
The joy.
The agony.
The superhuman effort.
The beauty.
The despair.
The relief.
The unity.
It was all there and I felt like I was part of it. When I went cross-country skiing with Amanda on Thursday, we were Canadian athletes on a practice run. When I went to Lizzy’s basketball tournament on Saturday, her team was playing for Gold and came home with a Silver.
Life suddenly mattered more. The games stirred up joy in taking ownership, in caring about outcomes, in participating with my heart.
I want life to matter. I want this blog to matter. I want the book I’ve written to matter. I want the book I'm writing to matter.
I want God to say, “Well done good and faithful servant!” every day of my life.
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