Saturday, 21 January 2017

Making accommodations for snow days

     
     “God’s voice thunders in marvellous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth, and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour,’ so that all men he has made may know his work.”   

— Job 37:5-7    


     Okay then, knowing who sends it, and though we think, "... enough is enough!”, we might as well enjoy the quiet, white beauty surrounding us. 

     But during some of our extreme cold and nasty storms, I often thought of the homeless and how they were coping. I am grateful for those organizations, who help, and I try to remember to support them.  

     Awhile ago, I read of how a certain area of Vancouver have a new way in helping the homeless people find nighttime accommodations. 


     A local charity, Raincity Housing, has created specialized benches that convert into temporary shelters. The back of the bench pulls up to create a roof that can shield a person from wind and rain. At night, these sleeping spaces are easy to find because they feature a glow-in-the-dark message that reads: THIS IS A BEDROOM. Sounds like a great idea!  

          Snow days, when school gets cancelled, is always a fun time for kids. 


     Recently, passing a local school, I saw children enjoying their outdoor breaks in the snow, immediately bringing to my mind wintertime memories of my earlier teaching days. At the time, I was teaching kindergarten and later preschool. Helping the young ones take their winter togs off and on, was no small task! 

     This is why I can so relate to the following:  

A teacher was helping one of her Kindergarten students put on his winter boots. 
He asked for help and she could see why. 
Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on. 
By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat. 
She almost cried when the little boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.” 
She looked, and sure enough, they were. 
It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. 
She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet. 
He then announced, “These aren’t my boots.” 
She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, “Why didn’t you say so?” like she wanted to. 
Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. 
No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, “They’re my bother’s boots. My mom made me wear ‘em.” 
Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. 
But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again. 
Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Now where are your mittens?” 
He said, “I stuffed ‘em in the toes of my boots.” 


     
     I’m sure I found myself in similar situations. 

     Being engaged in the lives of children was a part of God’s plan for my life for which I am forever grateful. Realizing the heavenly value Jesus puts on little children, could I have been directed to a greater career with a more lasting influence? 

     Why did Jesus say, “Let the little children come to me?” Each of us has entered this world as a child. He became one himself. Many children are mentioned throughout the Scriptures. God intervened in the miracle story of the infant Moses, rescuing him from the Nile River for a great future plan. David, a shepherd boy, slayed the great giant and became King even though he seemed an unlikely candidate. Jesus used a boy’s lunch to feed many hungry people. 

     Children never ask to be born. I’ve read that, “130 million are born into this world annually, another 46 million are aborted worldwide. In every continent, they are precious in His sight, even those many who are grief-stricken, innocent victims of war and abuse. 

     Jesus, when asked by his disciples, “Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven?” answered…"Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”  (Matthew 18: 1-3). 

     As we observe children, we see their simple, child-like acceptance and faith, trusting by nature, helpless, but ready and eager to depend on their loving parent. What a lesson for us!   

     
     In a lighter vein…. 

What Mom Taught Me 

     My mother taught me about time travel"If you don't straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week.”   

My mother taught me stamina"You’ll sit there ‘till that spinach is finished.”  

     My mother taught me about the circle of life…"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.”  

     My mother taught me about behaviour modification…."Stop acting like your father.”  

     My mother taught me about anticipation…."Just wait until we get home."


beulah

Monday, 9 January 2017

Honouring my centenarian friend

     Today, as I write, that is exactly what is happening in my home province of New Brunswick, if the Maritime winter weather cooperates for the revellers. 



     My dear brother-in-law, Gordie, (as we lovingly liked to call him) will be showered with much-deserved love and attention for reaching this awesome milestone. 



     
     
     I came to know Gordie when his younger brother, Nelson became a permanent part of my life as I joined the Eagles’ clan. 

     Exactly one year ago this month, I posted a blog honouring Hazel, Gordie’s wife, who passed to her eternal home. 

   It retold the tale of Nels' accompanying Gordie and Hazel on the first part of their honeymoon — as he was returning to Vancouver, and they were going in that direction. 

     It all happened because of Gordie’s generous and loving heart, one of his many attributes.  (You may wish to check it out here.

     Psalm 68:6 reads thus  — “God sets the lonely in families,” so we can be cared for and won’t be lonely — (my words). 

     It was God’s initial plan to have each of us born and grow in a family, nurtured to maturity. Much of who we eventually become in life, is because of the influence of our ancestors. 


     Growing up in a rural setting in New Brunswick, the Eagles and Estabrooks families worshipped in the same little, country church. 


     I recall Gordie’s dad, Edgar, faithfully teaching the adult Sunday School class each week, and also singing in the church choir. 

     As a young child, I remembered being awed, when hearing these older men of our community offering their prayers of faith to God.

Edgar and Ella Eagles.

     No doubt Gordie’s dad’s voice was one of them I heard. 


      I was fortunate to see love and faith lived out in many practical ways.

     Gordie was fortunate to have grown up with a mom and a dad, within a large and loving family of nine children. 

     
     
     The seeds of God’s love were obviously deposited early in Gordie’s heart. 

     “One generation will commend your work to another; they will tell of your mighty acts.”


 — Psalm 145:4  

     I believe Gordie learned early that the attitude of one’s heart and the manner of one’s life are what’s most important in getting through life. 


     What words could I use to describe Gordie?            How about: loving, sensitive, humble, helpful, resourceful, peaceful, honest, faithful, and a man of integrity — a true man of God! 


     
Beulah and Gordon during a 2010 visit.
     I shall always remember Gordie for his pure loving, sincere, and welcoming hugs. 

     Each time when Nels and I returned home for family visits, Gordie’s welcome reassured us “we had really come home to family.” 

     Psalm 71:18 says, “Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come.”  

     Not to worry, Gordie. That you have already done! 

     
     From what I can see, your children Sandra, Charlene, Stephen and Ron, along with their spouses, have already “picked up the torch” and are busy living and sharing God’s love, even to the “next generation” already. 


     Most of us will not live to be Gordie’s ripe old age of 100. 


     But each day — no matter the length of our life’s span, while we're here — we can be a blessing to those around us, just as Gordie was, and still is.   


— beulah            

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Tomorrow is a new day

     
     Our New Year 2017 “quietly” arrived last night — at least quietly at my house — while I was sleeping. 


     Weariness from much holiday excitement took over, requiring an early turn-in for me. 

     Today I have been feeling somewhat like the interesting, young character in L.M. Montgomery’s writings, Anne of Green Gables, when she remarked, “Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” 

     Just think! We can begin another year with a slate wiped clean. 


     Recently, a phrase on Facebook by my friend, Linda, grabbed my attention. “As a blank page is to a writer, so let each day be a creation of which I can be proud.” 

     We do that, I believe, by living in the present and seizing the moment, otherwise we will miss the many blessings just waiting for us. 

     In being blessing-bearers ourselves, I think we are then blessed. 


     How easily removed are traces of someone’s life after they are gone. What I leave behind surely needs to be of spiritual value, for how quickly the rest can vanish! 

     For me, the future looks bright as I look to God — the One who is the Fountainhead from whom all blessings flow. 

     Taking an inventory of ways God has provided this past year, I became aware that God has blessed me in more ways than I can count. 


     One of the great endings to my year was a gathering of family and friends —17 in total — around my Christmas dinner table. 

     Amid much frivolity, bantering, laughter and warm hugs, cousins re-connected and new friends, Cecilia from Kenya, Shea, grandson Nathan’s new sweetie and my friendly neighbour, Hedy, all soon became an important part of the Christmas mix. 

     
     Disappointment reigned though, when I learned Christmas morning that daughter Debi and son-in-law Mark had both succumbed to a nasty flu bug and of course would be absent — a stark reminder our best laid plans can easily go awry. 

     A lively carol sing led by daughter-in-law, Carolyn, with her mom, Marian at the piano; Grandma Beulah’s reading, A True Fairytale from Ann Voskamp’s Unwrapping the Greatest Gift; and a short video from the Alpha program, entitled, Why Christmas? all helped us to focus on the reason for our celebrating. 

     
     Everyone then enjoyed our gift exchange, table games and puzzles, great conversation and later, more eating — delicious appetizers and munchies!  

     
     Our choice to have an early 3 o'clock dinner facilitated the above fun. 

     



     So, what or who will be our navigational guide for 2017?  


     Though the future has its uncertainties, yet each day we can have confidence in God’s sovereignty and sufficiency. 

     “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.”Deuteronomy 31: 8    

     
     Author Helen Steiner Rice reminds us in this poem, how we can be triumphant throughout 2017.  


What God Hath Promised 

God hath not promised skies always blue, 
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; 
God hath not promised sun without rain, 
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain. 
But God hath promised strength for the day, 
Rest for the labor, light for the way. 
Grace for the trials, help from above, 
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.  



     
     A blessed and healthy 2017 to all you gracious and faithful blog readers!



— beulah