This morning there was an outdoor sound that imitated horse hooves on pavement. It took me back to the clip-clop days of horse and wagon deliveries of my childhood. It was always a treat to see a horse doing its job except when the tail went up and you knew that anything but a treat was about to land on the road. I always wondered how the horse knew to lift its tail out of the way. Back then there were milk wagons, bread wagons, ice cream wagons and even ice wagons. Iceboxes were still the norm for storing perishables in some homes in the forties.
I couldn’t identify the sound I heard today but enjoyed the memory it invoked. I hope your weekend includes some sounds of old. Happy Saturday.
In 1977, while on vacation in Trinidad, I was introduced to Silent Unity, a 24/7 prayer ministry using affirmative prayer to provide others with faith, courage and strength. A delightful old woman named Miss gave me their devotional magazine, Daily Word, to take home. I subscribed to it for many years and have recently been re-introduced to this wonderful organization. The following prayer has been in my possession for over forty years and is within my daily vision. Happy Sunday.
“The light of God surrounds me; The love of God enfolds me; The power of God protects me; The presence of God watches over me. Wherever I am, God is!” James Dillet Freeman (March 20, 1912 – April 9, 2003)
Today I’m thinking of venturing out to Canadian Tire for a couple of paint brushes. It will be my first retail experience in three months if you don’t count getting my snow tires changed over. Back in the eighties, one of my daughters gave me the following quote in the form of a wall plaque. It will be in my mind the whole time I’m out.
Lord, help me to remember that nothing is going to happen today that You and I can’t handle together.
Yesterday I wrote of something from the past, “A Rainbow Apology”. It was cathartic to do so whether or not the person ever sees the post. And now that episode has passed never again to be relived.
The trouble with living in the past is that it can affect our present by draining some of its happiness.
There are some who dwell on negative past history to the point where it robs their life of the fullness of joy that can be experienced by living in the present and doing what can be done to make it better.
In Canada, we are about to haul down the statue of Sir John A. MacDonald, the first Prime Minister of Canada who was hailed as the “father of confederation”. He had a political career which spanned almost half a century.
Yes, along with his many achievements, Sir John made mistakes but the monument was erected to honor the man of accomplishment not the man of error.
When the past has passed would it not be better to learn from it and move on without making present life a victim to it? Once again ancient scripture speaks to today’s issues.
But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, Philippians 3:13 NIV