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Love Is the Key


The movie “A Wrinkle in Time” opens in theatres next month. A passage from the book has been with me for many years. This children/adult fantasy is the story of Meg’s journey to seek and rescue her little brother Charles Wallace. Three creatures, Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who & Mrs. Which, give her gifts to help. In the following passage all Meg knows about Mrs. Which’s gift is that Meg has something that the evil “It” has not. When she finds her brother, “It” has invaded him. She feels “It’s” power attempting to overtake her mind as well.

“Her body trembled with the strength of her hatred and the strength of It…Hate was nothing that IT didn’t have. IT knew all about hate… “Mrs. Whatsit hates you,” Charles Wallace said.
And that was where IT made it’s fatal mistake, for as Meg said, automatically, “Mrs. Whatsit loves me, that’s what she told me, that she loves me,” suddenly she knew! Love. That was what she had that IT did not have. She had Mrs. Whatsit’s love, and her father’s, and her mother’s and the real Charles Wallace’s love, and the twins’ and Aunt Beast’s. And she had love for them.
But how could she use it? What was she meant to do? If she could give love to It, perhaps It would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love. But she, in all her weakness and foolishness and baseness and nothingness was incapable of loving IT…she could not do it.
But she could love Charles Wallace…her own Charles Wallace, the real Charles Wallace…the baby who was so much more than she was, and who was yet so utterly vulnerable. She could love Charles Wallace.
Charles, I love you. My baby brother who always takes care of me. Come back to me, Charles Wallace, come away from IT, come back, come home. I love you, Charles Wallace…”

Love is the key, the key to world peace and to environmental degradation. When we learn to use it wisely and with passion, we can change the world.

Cast Your Vote!!!! Please

I need a title. Please!

Thursday night, the sequel to Fireweed, flew through cyberspace to my editor, Ruth Walker. I’m still searching for a title. Looking for something catchy. Here is a list of possibles. Although you haven’t read the manuscript, vote for the title that might get you to pick up the book and check it out. Cast your vote and give your reasons. Thanks a heap. Janet

Possibilities

  1. Seeking Safety
  2. The Love You Give
  3. Finding Hope
  4. Choosing Life
  5. Begin Again
  6. New Beginnings
  7. The Project
  8. A New Life
  9. Love Me
  10. Just As I Am
  11. A New Home
  12. Nothing here you like. Make a suggestion. 

Happy New Year!!!!

Another year, another 365 days to  fill with laughter, kindness, generosity, gratitude and love. May you recognize the abundance of God’s blessings surrounding you. May you be a blessing to everyone you meet. Regardless of what comes your way in 2018, may you know the joy and love that comes with compassion, kindness and generosity. God bless you all. Janet

Lost in Beauty!

In her book, Meet the Austins, Madeline L’Engle tells the story of parents rousing their children from sleep to experience the spectacular beauty of the world bathed in moonlight immediately after an ice storm. The scene, as described by a child, depicts the family standing lost in wonder amidst the beauty of God’s world. The hymn, This is God’s Wondrous World, flooded my soul as I read.

As I pondered the scene, I thought of similar moments in which I, too, have been lost in “wonder.” I remembered being overwhelmed with the majesty of nature, as I stood transfixed by the glory of a summer sunset.  Flaming reds, yellows, purples, lit the sky, not just in the west, but overhead and around to the east. Five minutes and the colors changed, fading and shifting to patches of pink and violet as dusk descended. I remembered the thrill of watching the mating dance of two loons in the moonlight, while being rocked in our canoe on Sturgeon Lake – a momentary privilege, a gift from God.

My mind moved beyond the miracles of nature to family moments of God’s total love. We actually captured on camera the night we found my granddaughter asleep under her bed, cuddling her beloved chocolate lab. The beauty, the love, the innocence of a child fills my soul as I remember. Often, as I fall off to sleep cuddled up to Tom, I thrill to the total safety of his love.

This morning as I look forward to yet another year, the peace and joy of these amazing moments lift my soul. I suggest you, too, take time to relive your spectacular God-given moments of beauty and love. What better way to step into a new year. These moments are a resource of power and energy and peace. They can carry us through the tough and the regular times of daily living.

Every time we notice God’s presence, God’s overwhelming extravagance, love and forgiveness; every time we remember and relive these spectacular experiences, there is a tiny change, a small alteration in the entire world. With this simple shift, our world takes a step closer to being God’s intended kingdom. “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

A Day of Rest? Guess Not!

In these few days between Christmas joy and New Year’s celebrations, I began my morning prayers with gratitude for a time of rest. I’m sure God laughed as I also gave thanks for the desire to walk on my elliptical trainer for 5 minutes three times today, and the desire to get back to editing the sequel to Fireweed. Then I asked for the motivation to clean up my study that has become the repository of the Christmas chaos. Obviously, my idea of what constitutes rest is a little strange.

Still I had wakened feeling good, ready to write something. A few moments with my inspirational reading and these words came. I looked at them, and thought. I can’t post these. I’m not sad today. The sun is shining. Our Christmas family gatherings have been full of love and joy. Yet, God offered me, these words. They must be needed by someone. So here they are.

Tears

I remember when
I did not cry.
I feared my pain.
I did not know
Tears healing power.

The dam is cracked.
Tears seep through
Unbidden, unwanted.
There is no patch
To hold them back.

The crack widens
Control is gone.
Those tears pour through.
Unchecked and free

Tears are my words
The best I have.
They’ll wash me clean.
They’ll bring new life.

THANK YOU, GOD.

 

How Do We Prepare for Peace?

This is Christmas!

The December 10, 2017 reading from the Daily Disciplines published by the Upper Room touched my heart. I will share it with you in its entirety. I typed this into my computer this morning before church. I didn’t have time to look for a picture, besides where would I find a picture of a tree covered with white envelopes. When worship was over we went to the church hall for refreshments. This tree stood by yesterday’s bake table, resplendent in it’s white notes waiting to be part of our tree lighting tonight. God incidents never cease to amaze me. I pray this story will speak to you as it did to me. Blessings as you wait for the Christ child.

“Mike hated the commercialism of Christmas. When forced to retire early, he checked out altogether. ‘Get me nothing,’ he crouched, ‘until people understand what Christmas is all about.’ That year, his wife, Nan, gave him a white envelope, which she nestled into the tree. Inside, Nan pledged to sew uniforms for an underprivileged wrestling team. Once she started, Mike decided to help. Together, they sized the children, cut the fabric and befriended the school kids. By year’s end, Mike was ready for another envelope. Each year thereafter, Nan gave him another envelope. The acts of kindness they shared together sprouted throughout their city: birdhouses for a refuge shelter, a playground for an orphaned children’s home, a community garden from a vacant lot. Those became the best years of Nan’s and Mike’s lives.

One year, Mike died just three days before Christmas. Friends and family gathered to share Nan’s grief. On Christmas Eve, Nan placed for Mike, one last envelope into the tree. She awoke Christmas morning to squeals downstairs. As she came down, she saw their Christmas tree covered in white. Dozens of envelopes from every child, grandchild, nephew and niece – pledged acts of kindness in honor of Mike, the man who had come to love Christmas.

How do we wait faithfully for God in today’s wilderness? The prophet Isaiah says, “Prepare the way of the Lord; make his paths straight.” We pave a straight path for through acts of kindness, justice, generosity and compassion. When we love, God will come. “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me,’ John says. As sure as a baby’s birth in a manger, as abundant as Christmas envelopes multiplying into the future, God will walk the path laid out. Love will encompass the world.

PEACE WILL COME!!!!!

Dear God, Baby of the Manger, may each act of kindness be a straw in your crib, preparing the way for your coming. Amen

“I’m Right?”

At the moment I’m using The Shack: Reflections for Every Day of the Year” as part of my daily devotions. Yesterday, the words”How can I see in fresh new ways unless I admit that my current way of seeing is flawed?” inspired this poem.

I’m Right?

I’m right.

I know I’m right.
Others agree with me!
And yet…
Is it possible?
Is there more?

Jesus brought a new way.
Our rightness led to crucifixion.
Have we not learned?

Is there a flaw in my thought today?
Have I lost his “Way of Love”?
Is fear leading me astray?

Maybe?   Possibly?

Lord Jesus, come.
Open my heart.
I want to see!!!

 

A Huge Dose of “Hope”

God’s Love Will Prevail

The news media keep flogging the darkness in our world. Cruelty and selfishness seem to be growing.  Wars just never seem to end. Hunger and poverty are not shrinking. In fact, with the population explosion in third world countries, it seems hunger and poverty are increasing. Sometimes it’s hard to hang onto my belief that we are slowly progressing as human beings towards a world of peace and love. I keep telling myself I cannot lose hope, for hope is essential for living.

Twice in the last two days, I have been reminded about the goodness in this world. Yesterday, my granddaughter and I went for lunch at the Galley Pub on Church Street in Pickering Village. As we were preparing to pay the bill, our waiter came to tell us that the young man sitting around the corner from us had already paid for our lunch. Of course, we thanked him. He smiled. I told him that his act was a sign that goodness and generosity was on the rise. My granddaughter and I left that restaurant with smiles on our faces, feeling loved. The sun seemed to be shining just a little bit brighter.

Today, while I was at the Arts Festival in Cobourg, I walked downtown for a snack and a cup of tea. I chose the “Buttermilk Café” on King Street. The friendly waitress suggested the chef’s special dessert, pumpkin cheesecake. It was scrumptious. I ate it slowly savoring every bite. Again, when I offered the waitress my credit card to pay my bill, she informed me that the two ladies that had been sitting across from me had already paid it. As I walked back to the church, my heart was lighter, my energy higher, my spirit flying.

Twice in two days, I have been the recipient of a random act of kindness. I have received a strong message. In my heart ,God is saying, “Don’t give up hope. In the midst of what seems like an epidemic of selfishness and greed, this country is rising up with love.”

There is a movement afoot. The general population is being infiltrated by people determined to live generosity and love. Hope abounds. Random acts of kindness and pay it forward choices can bring new life. I am truly grateful.

 

The Strength of Our Scars

This morning I read some wise words written by Madeline L’Engle in her novel, “In a House Like a Lotus”. I plan on remembering these words and applying them to my own life. I decided that they might be helpful to some of you.

“There isn’t anything that happens that can’t teach us something, that can’t be turned into something positive. One can’t undo what’s been done, but one can use it creatively…The only thing is to accept and let the scar heal. Scar tissue is the strongest tissue in the body…so I shouldn’t be surprised if it’s the strongest part of the soul.”

As we journey through the tough times in our lives, for me it is helpful to remember that the scars when fully healed will provide us with the strength we need for living. I guess the secret is, to have the courage, and take the time, for the healing to happen.

Is Faith a Magic Charm?

What Do You See?

Is faith a magic charm? Some people think so, but not me. Faith is not my “lucky rabbit’s foot”, or special hat that will ensure my life goes smoothly. Faith doesn’t protect me from failure, or accident or illness. Faith won’t even keep my loved ones alive. So what good is it?

Faith is that strength from God that comes when I feel totally overwhelmed. When I’m amazed that I actually survived such a tough time, I know that God joins me in life’s journey. Faith tells me that God’s strength will sustain me through the joys and tragedies that come with living. With faith, I will not just survive, but live creatively. My faith is my anchor for living. I will not lose hope. When darkness surrounds me, God gives me enough light for the next step, and that is all I need.

My faith also calls me to journey in gratitude. I am grateful for the abundant blessings I receive. I am also grateful for God’s presence carrying me, leading me through the storms of life. I am grateful that I can trust that there will be new life at the end of the storm.  God will not be defeated.

Forty-five years ago, a sixteen-year-old high school student painted an intriguing masterpiece just for me. It hangs in my living room still today. In the picture, a teenager stands at the water’s edge with her dog. Wind blows her hair and clothes. White caps roll in. Thunderclouds fill the sky. There is a gap in the clouds with just a sliver of sun showing. Sometimes, my guests think the teen is watching a storm coming. Sometimes they see new life in the sun that is peeking through the clouds, bringing an end to the storm. I see faith in that painting. The presence of the son, whether or not he is hidden by the clouds, is always there waiting, loving, giving strength. The teen in the picture can face whatever comes, and whatever has been. For me, that high school student of so long ago captured Jesus’ words, “I will be with you always, even unto the end of the age.”