Monday, January 30, 2006
random
today my cousin gave me a box of magazines. this is like merry christmas! ya, big fan am i of magazines, looking for pictures to cut out to make collages. chow.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Sow a thought
and you reap an act
sow an act
and you reap a habit
sow a habit
and you reap a character
sow a character
and you reap a destiny
~Samuel Smiles
"I am ready to be, all You've given me to be, Lord I offer You my pride, lay it down. Where I have been bound, Father come and set me free. I am ready now to be~ finally, faithfully, willingly~me." Twila Paris
"I will open up my heart and let the Healer set me free!"
~Delirious5?
Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalm 139:23,24
Lord, I choose You over discouragement.
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
Psalm 91:4
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
LORD, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, let me sow pardon.
Where there is friction, let me sow union.
Where there is error, let me sow truth.
Where there is doubt, let me sow faith.
Where there is despair, let me sow hope.
Where there is darkness, let me sow light.
Where there is sadness, let me sow joy.
Oh Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. It is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
and you reap an act
sow an act
and you reap a habit
sow a habit
and you reap a character
sow a character
and you reap a destiny
~Samuel Smiles
"I am ready to be, all You've given me to be, Lord I offer You my pride, lay it down. Where I have been bound, Father come and set me free. I am ready now to be~ finally, faithfully, willingly~me." Twila Paris
"I will open up my heart and let the Healer set me free!"
~Delirious5?
Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Psalm 139:23,24
Lord, I choose You over discouragement.
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
Psalm 91:4
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
LORD, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, let me sow pardon.
Where there is friction, let me sow union.
Where there is error, let me sow truth.
Where there is doubt, let me sow faith.
Where there is despair, let me sow hope.
Where there is darkness, let me sow light.
Where there is sadness, let me sow joy.
Oh Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. It is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
willingness to wait
I was listening to Charles Stanley last night and I jotted down some of the points. He was talking about the importance to wait on the Lord. I find it hard to wait sometimes; but when I take things into my own hands, it doesn't work out so good.
1. Being willing to wait
2. Humility~ being submissive to Him, in ourselves we're helpless
3. Patience~ being willing to remain calm and quiet
4. Courage to resist: following my schedule vs. God's; pressure of attitudes/oppinions of others
to move when God says wait; fear of failure & criticism
1. Being willing to wait
2. Humility~ being submissive to Him, in ourselves we're helpless
3. Patience~ being willing to remain calm and quiet
4. Courage to resist: following my schedule vs. God's; pressure of attitudes/oppinions of others
to move when God says wait; fear of failure & criticism
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Tazzy
my kitty.
what a blessing she has been to me! she showed up at our back door late november and stayed for 3 weeks, eating, more eating and sleeping on the dryer. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. we put her outside and didn't come back for another 3 weeks or so. now she comes in and out. she still sleeps on the dryer, and has now discovered the inside of the laundry basket! i love her.
Ellie, our cute geriatric cat of 12 years is so mean to Tazzy. You see, she's top cat and isn't too pleased that there is another feline sharing her house. ha ha. fear. Tazzy gets afraid of Ellie and growls sometimes just incase Ellie is around. letting go of fear.. hmmm. i have this collage on my wall that i did back in Winnipeg i think. i'm so passionate about the words, pictures, expressions that i come across sometimes that hold really symbolic meanings. there is this great picture on that collage of a plunger hitting a bulls eye target with the word fear on it.
what is life all about anyway? to live for for than me... to rest, to trust, hope, let go, i'm glad i don't have to do it on my own. i totally can't rely on my on strength. i'm learning(and relearning) to give my concerns to Jesus. it sounds cliche, give your cares to Jesus, but it's not. i remember this song from when i was a kid-"i will cast all my cares upon You. i lay all of my burdens, down at your feet, and anytime, I don't know, what to do, I will cast all my cares upon You."
i've made some cool friends at school. last night, some of the girls got together to play CRANIUM!!! it's the best. it was a hoot. Cranium is a combination of pictionary, trivial pursuit, charades, etc. very fun.
Canada is changing.
People are precious.
Each person has a gift that only they can give.
i was visiting my sweet friend this past weekend in Ottawa. i bought 2 Native art cards. They are beautiful. One is of a mother and daughter (who is pulling her sled) walking and the other is of a mama with her newborn babe. That one is called A New Beginning. Every day is a new beginning.
My favourite colour is red. i used to be afraid of it.
Psalm 112:7 "They do not fear bad news they confidently trust the Lord to care for them."
what a blessing she has been to me! she showed up at our back door late november and stayed for 3 weeks, eating, more eating and sleeping on the dryer. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. we put her outside and didn't come back for another 3 weeks or so. now she comes in and out. she still sleeps on the dryer, and has now discovered the inside of the laundry basket! i love her.
Ellie, our cute geriatric cat of 12 years is so mean to Tazzy. You see, she's top cat and isn't too pleased that there is another feline sharing her house. ha ha. fear. Tazzy gets afraid of Ellie and growls sometimes just incase Ellie is around. letting go of fear.. hmmm. i have this collage on my wall that i did back in Winnipeg i think. i'm so passionate about the words, pictures, expressions that i come across sometimes that hold really symbolic meanings. there is this great picture on that collage of a plunger hitting a bulls eye target with the word fear on it.
what is life all about anyway? to live for for than me... to rest, to trust, hope, let go, i'm glad i don't have to do it on my own. i totally can't rely on my on strength. i'm learning(and relearning) to give my concerns to Jesus. it sounds cliche, give your cares to Jesus, but it's not. i remember this song from when i was a kid-"i will cast all my cares upon You. i lay all of my burdens, down at your feet, and anytime, I don't know, what to do, I will cast all my cares upon You."
i've made some cool friends at school. last night, some of the girls got together to play CRANIUM!!! it's the best. it was a hoot. Cranium is a combination of pictionary, trivial pursuit, charades, etc. very fun.
Canada is changing.
People are precious.
Each person has a gift that only they can give.
i was visiting my sweet friend this past weekend in Ottawa. i bought 2 Native art cards. They are beautiful. One is of a mother and daughter (who is pulling her sled) walking and the other is of a mama with her newborn babe. That one is called A New Beginning. Every day is a new beginning.
My favourite colour is red. i used to be afraid of it.
Psalm 112:7 "They do not fear bad news they confidently trust the Lord to care for them."
Friday, January 13, 2006
Table for Two- by Kirsten Burgess
He sits by himself at a table for two. The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock--almost half an hour.
"No, thank you," the man smiles, "I'll wait for her a while longer.
"How about some more coffee?"
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napking allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
"No thank you."
The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at his curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopordize his tip.
"Go ahead," the man encourages. His is strong, yet sensitive, invitiong conversation.
"Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone.
Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times this week."
The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you still come here and wait?"
"Cassie said that she would be here."
"She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
The waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into hiis cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mouth and sips, silently watching those around him.
He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's coive. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats...anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but sill hoping she will arive.
The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks toward the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide. The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. May Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for pary of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That's right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has wached the man many times at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the window the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. "7:00," it says. "Spend some time in prayer." Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her. And she's sure he doesn't mind.
"No, thank you," the man smiles, "I'll wait for her a while longer.
"How about some more coffee?"
"Certainly, sir."
The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napking allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in a sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable. It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone.
The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?"
"No thank you."
The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at his curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopordize his tip.
"Go ahead," the man encourages. His is strong, yet sensitive, invitiong conversation.
"Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone.
Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times this week."
The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know."
"Then why do you still come here and wait?"
"Cassie said that she would be here."
"She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?"
Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her."
The waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week. The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into hiis cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mouth and sips, silently watching those around him.
He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits. Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five.
The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's coive. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats...anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but sill hoping she will arive.
The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?"
"Yes, sir."
When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and sighs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.
"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks toward the door.
"Good night. Thank you for your service."
"You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide. The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good time he and Cassie could have had. He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. May Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks.
"Seven o'clock tomorrow for pary of two?" the hostess confirms.
"That's right," the man replies.
"Do you think she'll come?" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has wached the man many times at his table for two.
"Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her." The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the window the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt.
As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends. As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. "7:00," it says. "Spend some time in prayer." Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her. And she's sure he doesn't mind.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Quotes
"Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety."
~Ben Hecht
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship.
~Oscar Wilde
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
~Erich Segal
The aim of an argument or discussion should not be victory, but progress.
~Joseph Joubert
Communication is power. Those who have mastered its effective use can change their own experience of the world, and the world's experience of them.
~Anthony Robbins
Calm self-confidence is as far from conceit as the desire to earn a decent living is remote from greed.
~Channing Pollock
All possibility of understanding is rooted in the ability to say no.
~Susan Sontag
A peace maker has prepared oneself......
Heros are made when you make a choice!
~Superchick
~Ben Hecht
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship.
~Oscar Wilde
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
~Erich Segal
The aim of an argument or discussion should not be victory, but progress.
~Joseph Joubert
Communication is power. Those who have mastered its effective use can change their own experience of the world, and the world's experience of them.
~Anthony Robbins
Calm self-confidence is as far from conceit as the desire to earn a decent living is remote from greed.
~Channing Pollock
All possibility of understanding is rooted in the ability to say no.
~Susan Sontag
A peace maker has prepared oneself......
Heros are made when you make a choice!
~Superchick
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
AlLeGoRy
Son-
She's so lovely Father, I'm so excited for our wedding day! Wow~isn't she gorgeous---
Father-
Yes Son, I'm refining her to be the best for you. Sometimes she feels unworthy and that she's continually making mistakes and that she often gets distracted.
Son-
Oh Dad, I know. I hate it when she beats up on herself, she doesn't have to. She does still have some wrinkles and insecurities, but I'm so gonzo over her. It's just the fact that she wants me in her life that sets my heart rejoicing, for I know she still loves me and that she is set towards me.
Father-
Yes Son, You see the bigger picture, you see her as the bride that I've chosen- she's picked you too, and is daily learning how to love you more. I'm so crazy about this daughter of mine, I tell her that all the time!
Son-
Darling, my Father's chosen you for me. I'm so in love with you! I have such focused doves eyes for you. I see you day to day. I know that you love me too. Some mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights are very hard, I know, but I am with you. I get so blown away witih joy when I hear your voice... I love everything about you~ I'll continue to be your strength. I'm always with you. I love how you make me laugh. I love how you love on others. I love how you take the time nurturing and investing in others. I love how you wiggle your toes, I love how you sing to me in the shower, how you journal your thoughts and how you are a good stewart of what has been entrusted to you. I love how you're nice to your neighbour, even when it's hard, and how you help others accomplish their goals! You're so diverse! I love how you smile! You are my prize! I am longing for the day of our wedding!
Be aware that there is one on the prowl to steal your joy, peace and love for me. He's small though. Resist him, and he shall flee in my name. I am with you. My Spirit will counsel you and prepare the way for you. Keep going my beloved, you're so incredible!
She's so lovely Father, I'm so excited for our wedding day! Wow~isn't she gorgeous---
Father-
Yes Son, I'm refining her to be the best for you. Sometimes she feels unworthy and that she's continually making mistakes and that she often gets distracted.
Son-
Oh Dad, I know. I hate it when she beats up on herself, she doesn't have to. She does still have some wrinkles and insecurities, but I'm so gonzo over her. It's just the fact that she wants me in her life that sets my heart rejoicing, for I know she still loves me and that she is set towards me.
Father-
Yes Son, You see the bigger picture, you see her as the bride that I've chosen- she's picked you too, and is daily learning how to love you more. I'm so crazy about this daughter of mine, I tell her that all the time!
Son-
Darling, my Father's chosen you for me. I'm so in love with you! I have such focused doves eyes for you. I see you day to day. I know that you love me too. Some mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights are very hard, I know, but I am with you. I get so blown away witih joy when I hear your voice... I love everything about you~ I'll continue to be your strength. I'm always with you. I love how you make me laugh. I love how you love on others. I love how you take the time nurturing and investing in others. I love how you wiggle your toes, I love how you sing to me in the shower, how you journal your thoughts and how you are a good stewart of what has been entrusted to you. I love how you're nice to your neighbour, even when it's hard, and how you help others accomplish their goals! You're so diverse! I love how you smile! You are my prize! I am longing for the day of our wedding!
Be aware that there is one on the prowl to steal your joy, peace and love for me. He's small though. Resist him, and he shall flee in my name. I am with you. My Spirit will counsel you and prepare the way for you. Keep going my beloved, you're so incredible!
Quotes
"How far in life you go depends on your being tender with the youn, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these."
George Washington Carver.
Laughter is one of the best things that God has given us, and with hearty laughter neither malice nor indecency can exist.
~Stanley Baldwin
English Statesman and writer
George Washington Carver.
Laughter is one of the best things that God has given us, and with hearty laughter neither malice nor indecency can exist.
~Stanley Baldwin
English Statesman and writer
Monday, January 02, 2006
Melody in F
(Prodigal Son)
Page 125-126
The Last of the Good Clean Joke Books
Compiled by: Bob Phillips
Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow
Forced his fond father to fork over the farthings.
And flew far to foreign fields
And frittered his fortune feating fabulously with faithless friends.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine.
He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farm yard.
Fairly famishing, he fain would've filled his frame
With foraged food from fodder fragments .
Fooey, my father's flunkies fare far finer,"
The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts.
Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding,
He fled forthwith to his family.
Falling at his Father's feet, he forlornly fumbled
"Father, I've flunked,
And fruitlessly forfeited family fellowship favor."
The far-sighted father, forestalling further flinching,
Frantically flagged the flunkies
Fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast.
The fugitive's fault-finding brother frowned
On fickle forgiveness of former folderol.
But the faithful father figured,
"Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!
What forbids fervent festivity?
Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!"
Father's forgiveness formed the foundation
For the former fugitive's future fortitude!
Page 125-126
The Last of the Good Clean Joke Books
Compiled by: Bob Phillips
Feeling footloose and frisky, a feather-brained fellow
Forced his fond father to fork over the farthings.
And flew far to foreign fields
And frittered his fortune feating fabulously with faithless friends.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine.
He found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farm yard.
Fairly famishing, he fain would've filled his frame
With foraged food from fodder fragments .
Fooey, my father's flunkies fare far finer,"
The frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts.
Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding,
He fled forthwith to his family.
Falling at his Father's feet, he forlornly fumbled
"Father, I've flunked,
And fruitlessly forfeited family fellowship favor."
The far-sighted father, forestalling further flinching,
Frantically flagged the flunkies
Fetch a fatling from the flock and fix a feast.
The fugitive's fault-finding brother frowned
On fickle forgiveness of former folderol.
But the faithful father figured,
"Filial fidelity is fine, but the fugitive is found!
What forbids fervent festivity?
Let flags be unfurled! Let fanfares flare!"
Father's forgiveness formed the foundation
For the former fugitive's future fortitude!
