Peace

"My peace I give to you." John 14: 27

A foxglove against the old wagon wheel in our backyard on Dundee.

In my reading today Oswald Chambers says:

"Health is physical peace...health is the perfection of physical activity."

 

The detailing of the pansy...so exquisite in every way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chambers continues:
 "Holiness is spiritual peace...holiness is the intensest spiritual activity."

Diminutive and dainty

Jesus says:
 "If anyone loves me...we will come to him and make our home with him." 

Amazingly wonderful is:

- "the abiding of the Trinity with the saint".  Chambers

Now it's up  to  me to believe and accept by faith 

this peace, this abiding, this rest.

"Lord I believe, help my unbelief."  Mark 9:24

Lupins last June on Dundee gave me so much pleasure

"He is able to keep you from stumbling 

and to present you blameless before the presence of His glory 

with great joy."   Jude 24

Beauty All Around

A beautiful azure sky...

Pretty pink asters...

 A generous burst of fuchsia tinted flowers-such exquisite tiny blooms...

 A grand cornucopia of complementary colors -purple salvia, willowy pale grasses and other colorful beauties all form this graceful display.

This is what I see on this day -

"Let everything that has breath praise the lord!  

Praise the Lord!"

"...a song of praise is fitting"

"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."  Psalm 147:3-4

These wonderful verses were part of my Scripture reading this morning...and I am experiencing the truth of them and thank God for His kindness to me.  In fact verse one of this Psalm opens this section with:

"Praise the Lord!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;  
for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting."

A year ago I was laid low with septicemia-a serious bacterial blood infection.  I needed to be hospitalized and stabilized with intravenous antibiotics. It attacked all my systems.  It was a nightmare for me, for Al and for my children who rallied around us stalwartly.  Then came the recovery time - forever, it seemed.  Among other things my garden suffered along with me.  I had no desire or energy to do a thing-just couldn't. I took these photos last June while still in our house to show the faithfulness of God.  I didn't do a thing about it and here was the color coming up beautifully to cheer and encourage me.

"And why do you worry about clothes?  See how the lilies of the field grow.  They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.  If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?"

While growing up in my parents home my father made sure we had good classical music available.  He purchased Haydn's Creation early in our lives and we put those two LP's on Sunday after Sunday as we ate our noonday roast beef dinner, a large family around a large dining room table.  I also had the privilege of singing The Creation in our Bethel Choir, a  community choir conducted by Menno Neufeld, a tremendous musician, conductor, pianist and inspiration to hundreds of us who loved choral singing and also to pianists and vocalists.  Just this week my brother who inherited my Dad's extensive record collection blessed me with a cd of a copy of the original records we had.  As I type this I'm listening to the grand and glorious strains of:

  "The heavens are telling the glories of God and the firmament showeth His handiwork..." - all in German - just beautiful -and I'm transported to a time more than five decades ago!

I remember taking this photo through my dining room window little knowing that in just over two months we would have sold this lovely home with the beautiful garden which had blessed me so much over the 27 years of living there, and would be living on the 14th floor of our beautiful condo, with a new view.  Little too, did I realize that my dear Al would not be around to see another June.

Now my view would be severely diminished without Al's editorial help and my whole life would be so severely diminished without him.  And yet, "God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds".  Thank you for this promise Lord.

All the way my Savior leads me...

It's wonderful to receive an affirmation when you don't expect it or invite it.  This is how I was affirmed yesterday about God's watch-care over me, over us.

It was time to have the van serviced.  It hadn't been done since the last time Al had it done in late December.  What was so surprising was that when I returned to pick up the vehicle the mechanic showed me the corroded cord of the radiator.  It fell right off when he touched it.  How glad I was that it hadn't done that while I was out and about somewhere in our busy little city.  Those kinds of things are overwhelming for me at this time in my life.

I'm so thankful that Al had prepared me so well for this time.  He also alerted me as to when to get the tires rotated, to make sure I had the oil changed on schedule, and to look after the finances promptly and accurately, just days before his passing.

That December 19 Al took me with him to meet Brad at Dolphin Motors and to let me know that they would take good care of my vehicle.  Later when our car had been serviced Al insisted we pick up donuts and coffees for the men at the garage.  They were delighted. Little did we dream that exactly six weeks later,  Al would have passed into the presence of his Heavenly Father, whom he loved and served.

Brad told me yesterday that he was devastated by the news of Al's passing.  Al left a wonderful legacy - I am so grateful.

As soon as I drove away with my now-in-great-working-order van the songs of an old hymn written by Fanny Crosby in 1875 and which I hadn't sung in decades popped into my mind.  Sing it with me...

All the way my Savior leads me;

What have I to ask beside?

Can I doubt His tender mercy,

Who through life has been my Guide?

Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,

Here by faith in Him to dwell!

For I know, whate’er befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well;

For I know, whate’er befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,

Cheers each winding path I tread;

Gives me grace for every trial,

Feeds me with the living Bread.

Though my weary steps may falter,

And my soul athirst may be,

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! A spring of joy I see;

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me

O the fullness of His love!

Perfect rest to me is promised

In my Father’s house above.

When my spirit, clothed immortal,

Wings its flight to realms of day

This my song through endless ages—

Jesus led me all the way;

This my song through endless ages—

Jesus led me all the way.

And thanks too, to my brother who chauffeured me to and from the service station several times...another great affirmation.

(photos from our garden taken two summers ago -top photo taken in park)