Of all the four letter words bandied about in everyday life, my favorite is…love…L O V E…love.
I love to say it, I love to hear it, I love to feel it, I love to express it.
Love is the most mentioned word in the Bible.
Love makes up most of the world’s songs.
Love means the same in any language.
Love is like wisdom; there is nothing better to be gained.
I will always be in love with love; it really is a many splendored thing.
Don’t you just love it?
There is something happening on our planet that needs world wide prayer to overcome.
We are told not to fight evil with evil but to overcome evil with good (Romans 12:21).
The Power of Prayer manifested in global consciousness will go a long way in combating the forces of evil filtering into all corners of our world.
Shall we as a world wide community join forces in calling upon that Power to destroy the evil that seeks to destroy us?m
To those who know that Power as God, should we pray?
To those who don’t, for the sake of humanity, would you? Or not?
Living alone, I often go without a hug for days on end. Two weeks ago, a church friend, knowing this, gave me my usual Sunday hug. I responded by saying, “I don’t need a hug today because I had so many yesterday.” “Yesterday” was the day of my book launch. It was filled with hugs and well wishes.
The following Sunday, my hugging friend approached (reproached) me, saying, “Last Sunday you said you didn’t need a hug…but I did.”
Ouch! How often do we overlook the needs of another simply because our own needs have been met?
Another life lesson learned. TYG.
With the horrible happenings in the world today, and even in our own communities, I am reminded once again of the need to take heed, which prompted this reblog of my August 1st post.
Do you remember a post where I mentioned that a marriage counsellor once told me I think too much? Well, you know, he may have been right after all. It seems to me that more of us should do more thinking. I don’t mean random, willy-nilly, helter-skelter thoughts, but deep down, deliberate thoughts that lead to changes in the way we see ourselves and others; the way we see our world and the way we live in it.
In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is…
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This month I had the privelege of observing the celebration of life in two entirely different ways.
Both were the ending of old lives and the beginning of new.
One was a wake, and the other, a wedding.
The first was a memorial for a dear friend who exchanged life on earth for life everafter in the heavenly realm, leaving behind her role as daughter, sister, mother, wife; a life that death did part.
I witnessed the second celebration from a distance, but the reality was the same. This time the life left behind was that of singleness, in exchange for the role of wife, helpmate, lover, friend; a new life of sharing til death do part.
Both events were not only celebrations of life but continuations of life. One life had been fully lived, and the other will now be lived more fully.
It was my privelege to observe both the wake and the wedding of two beautiful ladies, exchanging old lives for new, and for each, the journey continues.
My Precious Life, my book, has received many positive and promising reviews, and this one, which landed in my Inbox yesterday, is among the most encouraging.
The writer of this message can be found in Chapter 23, page 89, of My Precious Life. He is mentioned in only one sentence, and yet that sentence seems to have moved him to this response.
Lawrence Crews is Senior Pastor at Calvary Community Church in Barrie, Ontario, and has given me permission to share his words.
This then, is a Pastor’s response:
Lawrence 😎
It is with a thankful heart that I share this glowing tribute to My Precious Life, the book, which, through Jeremiah 30:2, God prompted me to write.
A young lady known as “Mamasongs” posted this today and I believe it is too meaningful not to share. How many of us are hiding our lights under bushels? Thank you, Mamasongs aka Love One Another. I hope this encourages more and more people to share their God given gifts.
People are dropping out of my life at a rapid rate.
Three days ago a friend went for her morning walk, and instead of returning home, she went to heaven….via a bus. I’m having a difficult time comprehending that.
The absence of others is not so dramatic, but just as incomprehensible.
Different instances giving different meaning to three little words…here and gone.
I cannot lean on my own understanding.
Yesterday I wrote about seeing God, and that we’d been told that no one has ever seen Him.
Today I found out where I had heard (or seen) that phrase.
1 John 4:12 says No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. (NIV)
Is it any wonder I saw God on Saturday? Love was everywhere that day!
Today’s title is from Isaiah 65:24
Until tomorrow….or whenever 🙂
We have been told that no one has ever seen God.
Well, I’m here to tell you that I saw Him on Saturday at My Precious Life’s successful book launch!
I saw Him in the faces of my church family who worked for hours setting up tables and chairs, food and drink, and nourished me with the gifts of flowers, words of encouragement, and a cuppa tea and a plate of goodies after the books were signed and sold.
I saw Him in the faces of my dear and lovely family, rearranging their day to come to my launch; and in the faces of three of my little great-grandchildren who gave up their play time for GG.
I saw Him in the faces of friends who came from far and near; friends from bygone days who nourished me with warm hugs and loving memories.
I saw Him in the faces of those who lined up to buy copies of My Precious Life.
Have you seen God?
Look closely at those whose lives touch yours in any wonderful way, and like me, you will say, “I saw God today.“
My Precious Life 