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Thankfulness Mondays – A Gift This Mother’s Day

Week 47 (of 52) along with Bernadette of Haddon Musings and others, posting of things to be thankful for in our lives ‘big and small’ to offset some of the more negative areas of life.

This Mother’s Day we had lunch with our two sons, which was very nice. Our daughter and her family live near Chicago, in Illinois so couldn’t come. What was even nicer was that one of our son’s usually goes away most weekends to their cottage, but stayed home in order to come and see me.

That is special in itself, but he also came to church with us this morning. While our children, 2 sons and 1 daughter are Christians, they don’t usually attend church. They used to, but like so many of this generation they don’t do so now. There are many who like them, don’t see the need. They believe in God and they pray. but I guess somewhere along the line, the desire to go and listen to God’s word being preached, has gone by the wayside.

They work all week, and then the weekends are spent ‘doing’ all the chores, shopping and relaxing; and in one son’s case going north 3 hours to their summer cottage.

So this Mother’s Day I am thankful because one of my sons, said to me that he could have bought me a present (though he did give me some flowers and a card), but he thought I might appreciate more, him staying home this weekend, and coming to church with us.

And he’s right, I did !

Family picture last 2015

We Pray………………..Poem

I’m the prayer coordinator for special requests by those in our church or for anyone who asks. The requests come to me, and I record them, and then send out to those who are in our ‘Prayer Chain. The requests are varied, and yesterday I just felt like expressing my thoughts with a short poem…. and sent it to those who pray.

We pray oh Lord, and wait on thee

To know what the answers will be

Will the healing take place?

We seek your face.

Will those grieving feel peace

And will the hurting cease

For those who shed tears

And facing their fears?

There are so many dear Lord

Who pray in accord,

We know that You hear

And shed many a tear

For all who we pray for

And so many more.

We will continue to pray

As our burdens we lay

At Your feet, and we ask

If you’d bless our task

Of praying for all who have need

For those whom we intercede?

For answers received and yet to be

We thank You dear Lord and give praises to Thee…..



Too Much Violence

Because in my denomination of the Church, and the fact that we practice the season of Lent I’ve been reflecting certain areas of my life. Personally, even though some believe in giving something up during Lent I choose not to, as I found I spent so much of my thoughts around what I was giving up or missing out on, that it was a distraction over the spiritual side .

The other night however I really felt prompted that there was one area in my life, that I needed to make a change, not just for Lent but for good, and that is that there was a couple of programs on the television I needed to stop watching.

I do enjoy a good mystery like Sherlock Holmes (the old one I’m speaking of) and I used to enjoy Hercules Poirot and a few others, even modern-day ones. However, I used to watch a couple of current ones, and I believe when I started watching them they were not so intense, but the general theme now, is too much violence for the most part.

As I watched one recently, I wondered truly why I did because some of the show I wouldn’t watch or I’d switch the channel temporarily. I questioned myself then the reason I watched at all. Considering there is too much violence in our world today that is a reality, I could not justify these programs being part of my life. In fact I was ashamed that I ever watched them.  I often used to say that by producing these programs, perhaps they were putting thoughts into others’ minds, that were not healthy. At some point I guess I thought that since they weren’t real, it was okay, but that logic to me was false. And the truth of the matter is, I didn’t feel good when I did.

Each person should determine for themselves what it right for them, and no one should impose their beliefs on anyone else.

So, I will continue to watch shows with mysteries, but not ones with the violence shown that seems rampant right now.

I am actually embarrassed  to admit that I had watched these shows, but I felt the need to express my opinion. Maybe it will resonate with someone else but in any case……….

….this is a decision I made for me and since I am a Christian, also for God …. somehow I think he approves my decision.

Now This is the Living Bible

I received this through as an email and thought it very profound in its’ truth, so decided to post it here.


His name is Tim. He has wild hair, wears a T-shirt with holes in it,jeans, and no shoes. This was literally his wardrobe for his entire four years of college. He is brilliant. Kind of profound and very, very bright.

    He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well-dressed, very conservative church. They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it..
    One day Tim decides to go there. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his T-shirt, and wild hair. The service has already started and so Tim starts down the aisle looking for a seat.The church is completely packed and  he can’t find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything.
    Tim gets closer and closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats, he just squats down right on the carpet. By now the people are really uptight, and the tension in the air is thick. About this time,the minister realizes that from way at the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way toward Tim.
    Now the deacon is in his eighties, has silver-gray hair, and a three-piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very  dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he starts walking toward this boy,everyone is saying to  themselves that you can’t blame him for what he’s going to do. How can you expect a man of his age and of his background to understand some college kid on the floor?
    It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent except for the clicking of the man’s cane. All eyes are focused on him. You can’t even hear anyone breathing. The minister can’t even preach the sermon until the deacon does what he has to do.  And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor
    With great difficulty, he lowers himself and sits down next to Tim and worships with him so he won’t be alone.
    Everyone chokes up with emotion…When the minister gains control, he says, ‘What I’m about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen, you will never forget.
”Be careful how you live.
You may be the only Bible some people will ever read!”

‘Good’ Friday

I used to wonder why Good Friday was called ‘Good’, as I suppose many have at some point in their Christian walk.

Today I missed going to the service, which I normally attend because it is a time to feel and recognize I guess the time of sorrow that Christ felt on that day so very many years ago. We went to the service last night to commemorate the Last Supper by having one at church. But due to my husband’s medical condition that flares up sometimes, today being that day we could not go.

I do like to spend that time reflecting on how much Christ gave to us that ‘Good Friday’. How much more to celebrate on Easter Day that He overcame that horrible death and rose again. And in doing so, gave us eternal life.

I don’t always express my faith in such a definite way, but I somehow need to, today.

So, Good Friday is good because it brought us salvation when we choose to believe in Jesus, and for that I thank Him so very much.

Happy Easter …. Diane

DP Challenge http://dailypost.wordpress.com/ Resolved

Prompt: Have you ever made a New Year’s Resolution that you kept?

new-year-2013-537x358Well, this prompt popped out at me because normally I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions…but last year I did. I had decided that as a Christian I wanted to spend more time with the Lord.

Before that time I did go to church although not every week….and I was Christian and tried to live the way I thought God would want me to, and I did ‘try’ to pray each day.

However I realized that it was not for me, enough. Sometimes when I would intend to pray I would wait until I went to bed, as was my normal time for prayer. During the day I did at times realize that I had thoughts and perhaps unspoken prayers that I said, but it seemed as though my ‘set-aside’ prayer at nighttime wasn’t working because sleepiness would overtake me many times and I would wake up with the knowledge that I had not prayed for the things or people who I had intended to. Instead I had given in to my fatigue!

So last New Year’s 2012, I decided to set aside a time for reading some scripture, a devotional and then some time in prayer each and every day.  For awhile I didn’t zero in on when that time would be, and I soon determined it did not work out well in the early morning because I am not a ‘morning’ person. Neither was it good during the day, because there were too many distractions and I could not guarantee a specific time would be uninterrupted. But I persevered in finding that a half hour before going to bed was my best time. The busyness of the day was over and the chances of a telephone ringing, or someone at the door were negligible and I was not in a prone position so I would not fall asleep.

So here I am New Year’s in 2013 and I look back and say that I have been able (with the exception of perhaps being unwell) to continue with my time of prayer and reflection, as I resolved to do, and with God’s help I will be able to continue in this year.

Daily Prompt http://dailypost.wordpress.com/ High Noon

Prompt: At noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.

At noon today I was speaking with our daughter, her husband and two of our grandsons who live in a little town about an hour from Chicago.

We couldn’t be with them and it is too hard for them to take their boys away from home on Christmas Day. This is the third Christmas they’ve been away since they moved. For the first year they flew home, but now it’s just too much to do every year. My daughter and one of her sons happen to be sick but it’s not stopping them from having a wonderful Christmas Day.

I’m a little nostalgic remembering when our family of two sons and a daughter were small and there was such excitement in the house and in the air.

Nativity SceneWe taught our children what the true meaning of Christmas was, and had a home-made nativity scene built by my husband when they were very young. He only had some plywood lying around and only two colors of paint…black and white, but he made the stable and painted the sides black…well we thought the manger having been for animals could be black. Then we reasoned that although the top of it would likely not be white in Bethlehem….well in Canada with snow on our roofs we could kind of justify painting it white. Then we put glitter on top to shine like the snow sometimes does.  And then we made a star from cardboard and covered it with aluminum foil and put it on the front of the manger. Somewhere we managed to buy some small figurines including the most important person ….the baby Jesus. …Oh and the straw of course! …….We still use the same nativity scene every year.

When the children were small we would go to the early service at church at 7:30 Christmas Eve and then we would go home and each one of us was allowed to open one present.  Then they would go to bed to wonder about the arrival of Santa.

Yes, Santa was part of our celebrations. We are Christians and know what Christmas means, but having grown up with a bit of fantasy included in our tradition…. both my husband and I… we raised our family in the same manner.

That was how we carried on for the years when I children were growing up.

Now, they have their own families and have their own traditions…. and we go to our children’s homes to celebrate. This year we went to one son and his family on Christmas Eve, and then on Christmas Day (today) we went to the other son’s and had Christmas dinner with his family.

Now we’re home and I’m thinking about times gone by and reminiscing a bit…

And we’re thinking that just maybe next year we will drive to Illinois and spend the holidays with our daughter and her family. Now that’s a PLAN!     

Side Note….I’m sitting here writing this after midnight, and watching for the umpteenth time…. ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’