I’ve been feeling like a blob of clay lately, rearranged and pushed in ways that are not comfortable. Being comfortable, peace at all times tends to be my motto! This challenge to leave my complacency has happened most of my life and I should be used to it. Yet as I look back I can see that when I resist the potter’s hands life becomes more difficult, painful and unfruitful. The times I have embraced The Potter’s gentle, loving spinning and molding, the baking and glazing I see in myself something wonderful that amazes me! I can see that I have been, am being molded into a vessel that my Father God can use for His glory!


Fenced in beauty

Biblical boundaries… a life of love, freedom, responsibility, and service to God’s glory. Lately I have been flourishing as I embrace establishing Godly boundaries in my life.

Dancing in the rain

Blueberries, blue cheese, blue coffee

“What are you doing tomorrow?” My husband texted me. I was alone for the weekend as Michael was “Island cooking” “Pasta & garlic bread, burgers, pancakes, grilled cheese, and french toast.” Was his response to my what’s cooking?
While my dear man was in his element with no carbohydrate restrictions, what was I going to do on this day to myself?
“You can wander through the market” was the next text. Yes! (He doesn’t enjoy market days as I do).
I am discovering that I don’t enjoy “lots of time to myself” as I used to. People chatting in the hallway of our apartment complex, contruction workers noisey activity and conversing as they build, are a comfort to me: I’m not alone! Focusing on myself too much brings the blues.
“Good morning. Have a good time at the market.” Was the cheery text this morning.
Old tyme market music

Old tyme market music

And a good time I had indeed. After interesting conversations with venders, a walk to and from the market observing frisbee golfers amongst the lawns and trees of her majesty’s park and a cup of coffee, I realized all my purchases were blue! (Water buffalo blue cheese, fresh blueberries and coffee from Blue Parrot Cafe)
As I entered our complex one of the many artfully displayed sayings caught my eye: “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass: It’s about dancing in the rain!”
I am so thankful that I can dance in the rainy blue days! “And in the midst of everything be always giving thanks, for this is God’s perfect plan for you in Christ Jesus.”
1 Thessalonians 5:18 TPT

Thoughts on the rainbow.

Genesis 9: 11. I will establish my covenant with you: all flesh will not be cut off any more by the waters of the flood, neither will there ever again be a flood to destroy the earth.” 12. God said, “This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations: 13. I set my rainbow in the cloud, and it will be for a sign of a covenant between me and the earth. 14. It will happen, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the rainbow will be seen in the cloud, 15. and I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh, and the waters will no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. 16. The rainbow will be in the cloud. I will look at it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is on the earth.” 17. God said to Noah, “This is the token of the covenant which I have established between me and all flesh that is on the earth.”

The rainbow is for everyone. May those who use it as a symbol of their cause/ identity see God’s great love and undeserving grace for them!

Urban Blooming

My husband’s and my favourite thing to do when we visited the city was to walk the neighbourhood streets admiring the character gardens and homes.  Yet my personal preference has always been in living on a rainforest island with acres of trees, deer, isolated homes, dirt paths through canopies of foliage and where quietness abounds.  So when God orchestrated (the melodies of provision and family drowning out the discord of my preferences and comfort) we moved to the bustling city.

Today, nearing the anniversary of our move, I walked home along the paved sidewalks and actually had a delightful time enjoying  our urban neighbourhood.

The nearer I came to my home the realization of what a change God lovingly and graciously had done in my heart washed over me. In solitude I walked under a canopy of trees, then across a beautiful field with daisies, butter cups and clover, to our apartment’s community garden flourishing in the absence of deer.

Our community room, hallways and bright cosy suite often echo with the voices of long-time friends, our children and grandchildren who could not afford the distant grandeur of my rainforest island.

This evening, as I relax here in city solitude (the faint rush of traffic, the roar of the crowds at the neighbouring stadium, folks chatting on the street and footsteps, voices echoing, doors closing in the hallway): I am thankful for a all-knowing, loving God  who knows best. I am learning that where God wants you, is the best place to be.

Hebrews: 13. 5. Be …. content with such things as you have, for he has said, “I will in no way leave you, neither will I in any way forsake you.” 

Snowy Paths

snowy path

Oh Lord! When I am confused by which path to go and the right way is confused by brush and snarls and I feel snowed under, you open my eyes and show me the right path beyond the confusion!


Thank you Lord for covering my sins with Your righteousness!

Thank you Lord for covering my sins with Your righteousness!

and my fingers for fighting…

2013-08-05 13.44.521 Blessed be the Lord my strength, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for fighting. Psalm 144.1

Where I live for the summer is like a little taste of heaven; The scenery is absolutely gorgeous, the food is amazing and in abundance, every day a sunny day, lots of things to do and enjoy all my needs provided for. Best of all a community that is loving, forgiving, trustworthy and gracious.

However the burdens I brought with me are like this arbutus tree it’s twisting, peeling, red branches piercing the beautiful. As I struggle with these burdens, frustration, humbling mistakes and a feeling of being a blind woman leading the blind I cannot see yet a conclusion to the buffeting. Yes, God’s grace flows through this place enabling me to carry on with His words echoing in my mind: “He trains my hands for war.”

I had the opportunity to paint under an artist I admire last week drinking in his little suggestions on how to improve and hearing his wisdom of  “focus on where you are going not on the bumps along the way lest you loose sight and fall off the path”  While I painted my bumps and burdens fell away and I had the joy seeing some good from my efforts.

This painting hangs on the wall in our little room and as I get up in the morning it reminds me of His promise:  “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love Him…”   He is training my fingers for fighting … but the key, I see is in loving Him even when I don’t feel like it, even when it is hard and I can’t see for the bumps and twists. All I have to do is focus on Him…on loving Him!