It’s only 1 kilometer, 1 slice, 1 sip, 1 click, 1 peek, 1 time, 1 lick.
“It’s only 7 km.” my husband and I said as we inched our way further and further north. “It’s only 39 km. Let’s go.” We kept driving and then realized that we could eventually end up on the west coast of Canada by saying “it’s only”.
‘It’s onlies’ can make the world of difference; 1 smile, 1 verse, 1 prayer, 1 thank you, 1 scrap of litter, 1 hug, 1 kind note, 1 helping hand, 1 yes to God. ‘It’s only 1 bite’ got us into this mess. Thank God for His Only, who has gotten us out.
Almighty God. God is mighty. He is “My Tea”.
It is not formal communion, but while sitting with Jesus and sipping tea, I am communing with Him. When I inwardly drink the warm tea, it is like when I allow Him to inwardly refresh and warm me with His words and touches of love. I pray that however you like to commune with our Lord and Saviour, you are warmed and refreshed in His presence.
(interesting that “t” is also the shape of the cross…I love these little splashes from Him…have a super day!)
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Christmas gifts, so fun to wrap. Trying to find just the right colour paper or concealing the bumps and lumps of that awkward gift that just won’t seem to fit into a box or bag, can be challenging. All the while we are thinking about the one who will be opening it up and hoping they will love what we have chosen especially for them.
God does that too. He wraps up gifts for us in all shapes and sizes and colours and gives them to us daily. We can choose to smile at them or walk by and ignore them.
God has other gifts for us too. We often think “oh God, don’t bother, I don’t need anything more”. Aren’t you glad about the ones you stopped to unwrap with a thankful heart? What wonderful surprises!
Perhaps we want to say, “God, you really shouldn’t have, it wasn’t necessary”. But oh, yes it is and He does, daily, hourly, moment by moment, give. He gives big ones, like those in 1 Corinthians 12 and Romans 12 and Ephesians 4. They are like the gift game where an enormous, gaily decorated, package is slowly unwrapped, layer by layer of paper as the music stops. We never know who will get the gift. The fun part is when the gift inside is revealed and shared with the others. Like us, our gifts are to be enjoyed and shared with the rest of the world, so we can do our part in continuing to build ‘His kingdom on earth as it is in heaven’.
Have a Merry Christmas!
Gifts of Grace
Concerning Spiritual Gifts
Psalm 63:8 jumped out at me and clung to me this morning. Like that annoying plastic wrap designed to cling to a bowl, but entangles itself around everything else, I want my soul to cling to God. I think He is the One allowing all the irritants in my life so I will cling more to Him.
I’ve noticed lately that our dog does the same thing, so much so that I often trip over her. As she longs to be close to me, God longs for me to be close to Him. The closer I am and the more I allow my soul to cling to God, the better it is. Bring on the Cling Wrap!
Our dog, Ivy likes it too.
My friend, Cathy, gave me a freshly chosen lily from her garden and unexpectedly, a lovely aroma wafted over me.
“Thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christ’s triumphal procession and uses us to spread the aroma of the knowledge of him everywhere.” 2 Corinthians 2:14
Interesting image I thought, when I came across the Whitefish River First Nation Cemetery and it got me thinking about power.
by E. West
Early one morning there was a knock on the apartment door. I was only wearing my skimpy nightgown. I looked through the peephole. I saw a young man whom I didn’t recognize. I didn’t think on my feet. I could have put on a housecoat, but instead I said “I’m not answering the door”. I heard the guy try other doors and did get a response. Later I thought: “that was my neighbour whom I hadn’t seen for a month. A day later we met in hall. I apologized for not helping him. He said, “It wasn’t me!”
What about the people who live in low income housing and repeatedly access the food bank. How are we really helping our neighbours? Do we fear diseases from street people?
Do we see the elderly as non functioning therefore abandoning them.
What are the excuses that frequently come up……my time is my own. I’m not a spur of the moment type and therefore not flexible for helping. I am not going out of my way. If I help one there will be quite a few more make demands on my resources.
In Matthew chapter 14: 16-24 Jesus tells a parable of the great banquet. The master sent his servant out to inform the invited guests that all was ready. Each one had an excuse for not attending the banquet. So the master asked his servant to go into the streets and alley ways of the town to find more guests. These would be the marginalized people in society. They were happy to go to the banquet. When there was still room at the table, the master sent the servant out into the country roads. So the guests had many infirmities and came from the strata of society where no one cared for them. But they responded to the master’s invitation.
Who will respond to the Lord’s invitation to follow Him? Who will obey the Lord when he says to help those in need? What flimsy excuses will we have to confess in order to serve Him and minister to others? The excuse of the flimsy nightgown and fear are not acceptable.
Jesus says “Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it shall be measured to you.” Luke 6:38
It is a good idea to meet your neighbours so that apartments are not cold and impersonal. As for me, I now get dressed as soon as I get up in the morning. That way, I am prepared to help my neighbours and to get out in the city to offer time and resources as a volunteer, for Jesus’ sake.