I often quote one of my favorite scriptures, Jeremiah 29:11-13, to those who are going through difficult times in their lives and things look hopeless. I also quote it to new believers who will begin to learn the promises of God, and this is one of His best.
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”
This morning I read in Luke 1:45: Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!”
I have believed this promise since I learned it in 1995 and it has proven itself, or better, God has proven Himself, many times over in my life since.
I have found it pays great dividends to believe…especially in difficult times.
A few weeks ago a friend was diagnosed with stage four cancer. She was devastated to hear this news and became sad and depressed.
After many more tests and appointments, she began to hope that with the right treatment, perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.
And then the other shoe dropped. Terminal. The prognosis is a few weeks, perhaps months.
This lady picked up the pieces of what life she has left and began preparing to die. Her affairs are in order and her family, while being heartbroken, is comfortingly close and supportive.
In conversation with her, I am overwhelmed by a sense of respect, admiration, and inspiration.
Her family, friends and church family are praying earnestly for a miracle.
As she faces her second chemo treatment today, which will hopefully prolong her life beyond the prognosis, I am praying for her, and hope whoever reads this, wherever in the world, will also offer prayer for this courageous lady.
Last Sunday’s sermon, “The Feast of Saint Jim”, was very inspiring. We learned that as believers, we are all “saints”.
I don’t know about you but I sure don’t feel very saintly; however I do know people who truly deserve that title.
These are people who give of themselves, their time, resources, energy, and never seem to tire of being saintly, although I’m positive that they don’t see themselves as saints.
It was an excellent sermon, “The Feast of Saint Jim”, and offered much food for thought.
If you are wondering who Saint Jim is, just substitute your own name or the names of people you know who not only believe but act on their beliefs. Go ahead…name a few saints you are acquainted with and the next time you are in their company be sure to say, “Hello, Saint So and So.”
In Soul Stories, a book by Gary Zuvak, he wrote, among other things, “Believe that when you ask a question you always get an answer.” I don’t know why, but the question I asked was, “Where am I from?”
I was led to a meditation site online from a note I had taken on a television program a few nights earlier. The meditation that day was titled “Home”. It suggested that I am from another dimension, one of peace, and light, and silence. This explains my love of silence…I bask in it when stillness seems to envelop me from time to time.
At different times in prior years I had written poems, one titled,” A New Dimension” where becoming aware of the things we usually ignore opens our eyes to what’s around us. “The Journey” depicts a life of love and serenity.
To my mind, heaven is another dimension and perfectly fits the description above…love and serenity.
If I had ignored the prompting to take a note from a television program, I would not have been aware of the online meditation that gave me a fairly apt description of “where I am from”.
I attribute the inspiration for “The Journey” to a surgeon who many years ago released me from hospital with these words, “Live, love, and be happy.” And this is precisely my life today.
Do you believe it?
On Wednesday I acquired a new wall hanging. It was displayed on the doorstep of a lovely shop in Bowmanville, On. and I was drawn to it immediately. It made me smile.
In the room where I hung it are photos of me with each of my daughters and sons. There is also a musical angel figurine which my youngest daughter gave me for Christmas many years ago. Along with these favorite items is an angel clock, (there is a different angel at every hour).
This newest acquisition is already a favorite and I have named it The Painted Pony. It will be my new focus for meditation.
This room is my favorite in the whole house as it’s where all my writing occurs, where keepsakes are kept, where nature beckons just outside sliding doors and where my daily quiet time with God takes place. In other words it’s my smile room. Do you have one?
Here is a song that carried me through some very difficult times in my life and I know of many people at this very moment who are living this song right now including myself. Smile was composed by Charlie Chaplin in 1936 with lyrics added in 1954 when Nat King Cole recorded it. It’s a beautiful song with a beautiful message…another lesson in life.