Today of all days..

I will continue to pray for creative inspiration.
I will continue to smile and seek out the happy things in life.
I WILL trust that the Lord knows what He is doing in me.
I will look to Him for comfort.
I will always laugh when things are funny..even if it means I have to leave a quiet room.
I will look for the good things in uncomfortable and tough situations.
I will sing when nobody but my Maker is listening.
I will dance, yes dance for joy because of my Saviour's sweet love for me.
I will fight for truth.
I will remember that I've chosen to do these things even when I don't want to and the easy thing is to be grumpy and want to run away.
With God's help, I WILL kick the devil's butt.
Nuf said.

Carpe Diem..

Monday morning off..

I am constantly in awe of the beauty of this place. There is not one day that goes by where I don't wish there was a way to capture even a corner of this perfect view in a painting or photograph or even a song. It seems all my attempts fail. Then, sometimes I wonder... perhaps it's not meant to be humanly captured like an animal in a cage. It's best when in the wild; natural and free to do what it wants. The leaves can't change colour and the brook can not bubble and flow when captured in photography or even as I attempt to write it down now. I am reminded of Psalm 8.."O Lord our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth..."

The Lord is good and I am His. I find much delight in this today.

Today as a part of a year round staff retreat Simon Ng, one of the speakers who comes to camp each summer spoke to us about Luke 7:36-50 and about sin. We were given time to think and pray on our own and this is what came out of it for me...


I feel like...a fake? Like I'm carrying around a garbage can full of filth and disease, dirty diapers, feminine hygiene products, black and rotting banana peels. I slip and fall and as I grip the garbage can so I don't drop it, I get some of the ketchup from old food on my hand. Without knowing it, I wipe it across my forehead as I wipe the sweat from my brow. 


I continue on in my day with a ketchup-stained face. People are starting to notice my filth. I notice them treating me differently, but no one tells me why. 


One would think it easy not only to empty the garbage can, but to get rid of it completely. But I can't...not on my own. I've become accustomed to discomfort and dis-ease. I'm used to it, it would be more uncomfortable to get rid of it?


I know the answer, I know it's Christ. It's just the part of letting go and the embarrassment of allowing Him to clean me of my filth and heal me of my disease. Can I bear it? Can I handle the pain of Him re-shaping and moulding my heart?


Lord...Abba! I want to, but I don't know how.


I keep coming back to this same spot. Ketchup stain on my forhead. Wanting so badly for You to wash me and clean me. To replace the stain of ketchup with anointing oil. To remind me of what's been done before. 


Jesus, help me to remember. And to live like I believe You love me. Amen. 

My Fair Lady

I have been searching for this movie for what seems like years. I have watched it before, but so long ago; finally Kevin and Brenda found a VHS copy amongst their old videos! It was wonderful to watch it tonight with them and two other friends.

"Friends are those who know all about you and STILL like you." - Elbert Hubard

Here's a few snap shots of Mar's visit back to the Island..