For twenty-five years I kept a honey swirler in a kitchen drawer. It never got used in all those years. It was time to give it away and so I did. I consume a lot of honey but had never made use of this particular item and had no intention of ever doing so.
Not long after the honey swirler went the way of the donation bin, Mother’s Day arrived. I received a lovely gift basket made up of several delicious edibles including a jar of fresh honey accompanied by…you guessed it…a honey swirler.
Of course, I couldn’t say that I had just parted with one of these gadgets and so I had to take it.
It is now in the same spot in the same drawer and will probably be there for the next twenty-five years.
The following is taken from Charles Stanley’s book, Relying on the Holy Spirit:
God knows who you are. He knows who He created you to be and which natural gifts, talents, abilities, and personality traits He put into your life. He knows which motivational gift is best suited to you.
God knows how to place us within a body of people to accomplish His ministry. He will open doors of opportunity for you to minister in a way that is suited to your natural gifts. Be open to how and when the Holy Spirit chooses to use you.
This is sound advice for those asking the question, “Who am I and why am I here?” Happy Sunday.
Today’s blog is inspired by Pastor Duncan’s sermon last Sunday. He talked about how we tell someone we love them with the gift we give. He then went on to some of the ways we say we care, and I have added to them…
The gift is thoughtful
Preparing a favorite food
A warm, meaningful hug
A telephone call
A surprise visit
Sharing a life event
A helping hand in time of need
A hand written note
There are so many more ways to say we care…
When we celebrate Christmas with turkey and stuffing, presents and trees, let’s remember the reason we enjoy all of these. Happy Birthday, Jesus! Merry Christmas to all and may this spectacular birth of centuries ago remain in our hearts for the rest of our lives.
Have you ever received more than you expected? A week ago on Saturday I welcomed a sixth grandson-in-law into my growing family. Before the day was over, however, I was overwhelmed with the gift of another grandson-in-law…totally unexpected.
Amberley and Chris had married on the previous Tuesday in the Channel Islands…Jersey, to be exact. It was a small and private wedding, which, they tell me will be followed by many celebrations in various parts of the world where they have so many more friends and family.
Both sets of parents, along with siblings and a few friends attended this very special occasion. I do wish I could have been there.
Love knows no bounds when it comes to people meeting people. Chris is from Scotland, Amberley is from Jersey; one works in Houston, Texas, the other just moved from Dubai, and they met in Whistler, B.C. I hear it was love at first sight, and I don’t doubt it because it was the same for me when I first met this new family member.
If you can be hung over from an overdose of love, then I have the biggest hangover in history. But I’m not complaining; in fact I’m enjoying the after-buzz very much.
So, I guess the moral of this story is that you never know what’s waiting for you in each future moment.
Many congratulations and blessings Amberley and Chris and thank you so much for my unexpected gift.
On Friday, I attended a memorial for yet another of our church members. This man was relatively young…under seventy. Unlike other memorials we’ve had, this was very sparsely attended, because Andy tended to be somewhat of a loner since his parents died a few years ago. He was devoted to his parents and especially his mother after his father passed. He brought her to church every Sunday, wheeling her up to the front of the church where she could see and hear everything, even though she was far from understanding anything. You see, she had Alzheimer’s Disease. But that didn’t stop Andy from being the attentive son he always was. His parents were the only family he had here in Canada, though I’ve been told there were a few cousins in Holland.
Although none of us at the service felt we knew the man very well, in his meditation, our Pastor made it possible to get a glimpse into Andy’s lonely life. He spoke of his dedication as a teacher, his political affiliations, his generosity, his devotion to his parents. Andy donated and dedicated several hymn books to the church in memory of his parents. I opened one on Sunday with his name in it. Even though Andy’s ashes were in plain view, awaiting interment in our cemetery, it was Andy the man who occupied my mind during Friday’s ceremony.
I could see him sitting in a back pew or even in the Narthex, slightly disheveled, but attentive. Very seldom did he mingle after service for coffee or tea as most of us did. He came, he worshiped, he left…or so it seemed. (In case you’re wondering how I could see him sitting at the back of the church, I’m in the choir facing the congregation.)
There is a a saying that someone can be conspicuous by their absence…that was Andy on Friday, and the weeks previous to his death. He died peacefully in his sleep one night and save for Jesus, he died alone.
Dear God, it seems that the times I need the most patience are when I have the least. Help me to recognize that I first need to be patient with myself and my own shortcomings before I can be patient with others; that it is from these shortcomings that I am short with others. Remind me daily that your unending patience with me is a gift to treasure, to learn from, and to share when and where most needed. Amen.