Monday, June 25, 2012

Wages vs. Gift

Outside my window...warm, a few clouds, and a cool breeze.
I am thinking...So I ended up going to another unit last Monday. I was extra there and our floor went short and was really busy. That’s what upsets us. Our regular staff gets used as relief to bump up other floors while our unit suffers. Arrgh. At least it won’t be my turn to float for a while, I hope.
I am mom and sister have a good time on their cruise and stay healthy and safe. I just read a newspaper article about how hundreds of people per year go missing off cruise ships. Scary stuff.
I am thankful for...our day at church yesterday. One of our missionaries, Roland Seiler preached from Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” It was beautiful. You can hear it at Also we had a dinner and then came home to a UEFA soccer game, which unfortunately England lost to Italy. I have to admit though, that Italy played a better game. I’m happy Germany is undefeated. They’re my team.
I am wearing...grey workout pants and a blue top.
From the kitchen...baked potatoes, boneless chicken breasts, mushrooms, and salad.
I am hearing...silence at home. My husband tends to keep the t.v. on even if no one is watching it, but I like silence. My youngest just went downtown to pick up tickets she won in a contest.
I am reading...You are a Writer, So start Acting Like One by Jeff Goins. It was free on Kindle. Also I just finished the 15 Habits of Writers challenge.
Around the husband’s temporary Management Training comes to an end soon. It was basically a year and a half long job interview. Then he goes back to his old job as a Supervisor and they run a few more guys through the program. He is content with his job and doesn’t want to be anywhere God doesn’t want him to be. Kody graduated from Advanced Obedience training, or as we like to call it, Doggie Reform School. Here is an humiliating picture of him. The trainer dresses them up like this when they graduate. He tolerated it.

One of my favourite dinner parties. We have one this Saturday, so I’m still planning my menu. It’ll be hard to get it all together, shopping, cleaning cooking and baking all in a day, but it can be done.
Some plans for the four nights. Dinner party on Saturday. Summer hours start on Sunday at church, so we can sleep in or get more done.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Stressed Out!

Outside my, hazy, humid.
I am thinking... I am way too stressed about going back to work tonight. I was off eleven nights, but because our O.R. is closed, we have too many nurses for too few patients, and it’s my turn to go relieving, even with 26 years of seniority. Arrrgh. I find it so stressful to be on a different unit. On my floor I know what’s expected of me and where everything is. I even prefer our patient population. I worked for years on Haematology, but now I dread looking after Leukemia patients. Give me surgical patients any day.
I am stay on my unit or get the night off.
I am thankful mom’s cardiologist has given her the okay to travel so she and my sister are heading to the Mediterranean for a two week cruise.
I am wearing... denim capris and a white blouse.
From the amazing new recipe of oven baked chicken that tastes like Kentucky Fried chicken but healthier.
I am hearing...UEFA soccer. England vs. Ukraine.
I am reading...Prize of my Heart by Lisa Norato.
Around the husband turned 49. He had steak and chocolate cake; his usual request. We had a nice Church picnic. My eldest started work at camp, my youngest is still looking, but beginning to get discouraged.
One of my favourite things...finding encouragement in unlikely places. I’ve been going through the 15 Habits of Writers by Jeff Goins, and one challenge was to build a team around you to give you feedback. I find writing is a very solitary pursuit. Even the thought of asking terrified me, but so far all of the responses have been positive. No, more than that, some even thanked me for the opportunity, as if I had done them a favour. Others said they enjoyed my writing and were glad to see I was using my gift. I was blown away by their kindness.
Some plans for the week... work three nights. Visiting missionaries at church as well as a dinner.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Proposal Accepted

Outside my window...a beautiful, sunny day.
I am thinking...I could never be a farmer’s wife. We picked and hulled strawberries yesterday, then made 99 jars of jam as gifts for guests at my daughter’s reception. I hope they taste good.
I am youngest finds work soon. My eldest passed her lifeguarding refresher course so she’s set for her summer job up at camp.
I am thankful for...I went to the Cardiologist with my mom and he told her the family doctor was wrong and there was no heart attack. The ecg was fine. However he is sending her for other tests and may recommend she postpone her Mediterranean cruise, which would be disappointing of course, but her health comes first.
I am wearing...p.j.’s. Still early in the morning.
From the kitchen...not sure yet, but it will include the fresh peas I will shell this afternoon that I got from the farm store. That says summer to me.
I am hearing...a quiet house.
I am reading...Glamorous Illusions by Lisa Bergren.
Around the house...Last week with everyone here. My eldest heads off to camp this weekend and will only be back on the occasional weekend. I’m off all this week and it’s already half over. I did get some writing done, but never enough for me.
One of my favourite things...getting a proposal accepted. The elders agreed with my idea for a book about the church for our 50th anniversary in two years. It will be called Testimonies of Faith and will have a history of the church and some pictures from over the years. Mostly, though it will be testimonies of the members, conversion stories which are always encouraging to read. So excited to get started.
Some plans for the week...catch up on chores, dog to obedience school, prep for the Sunday School picnic and VBS meeting, attend a church picnic Saturday, church Sunday, prepare a nice meal for my husband since it’s both his birthday and father’s day on Sunday.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Adoption: King David and Mephibosheth

“ one of the king’s sons” 2 Samuel 9:11b

Read 2 Samuel 9

One of the most beautiful images of adoption is found in the account of King David’s grace extended to Mephibosheth, the handicapped son of Jonathan. Here we see a strong and powerful king stoop down to reach out to someone who is everything he is not. He does it because of covenant mercy.

Adoption is something we understand in our society. A family decides to take in a child either because they have no children of their own, or because they want to add to their family. It may be an infant or an older child. The normal process is that the parent searches for the child. The child doesn’t take the initiative and demand entrance into the family.

Likewise, adoption as a theological term is focused on the personal relationships salvation brings. Grudem says, “Adoption is an act of God whereby He makes us members of His family.”

In this account in 2 Samuel, we see King David takes the initiative to search out relatives of Jonathan. He is under no obligation. He is pondering his love for Jonathan and remembering his covenant. He seeks out a descendant of Jonathan merely because he wants to show him favour. David had promised both Saul and Jonathan that he wouldn’t destroy their descendants, as was the custom of kings to put away rivals to the throne. (1 Sam. 20:16, 17, 1 Sam. 24:20-22, 2 Sam. 21:7).

He wonders, “Is there anyone who is left of the house of Saul, that I may show kindness for Jonathan’s sake?” This word kindness can also be translated covenant-faithfulness or grace. A covenant is a contract between two parties. Grace, according to Chuck Swindoll, “...can mean unmerited favour—extending special favour to someone who doesn’t deserve it, who hasn’t earned it, and can never repay it.”

Notice David doesn’t qualify the request, “Is there anyone?” not, is there anyone worthy, or qualified? It is enough that he has promised, and he means to keep his promise. David finds a former servant of Saul and inquires again. Ziba knows of a son of Jonathan, but warns David about Mephibosheth’s disability. He may be trying to subtly warn David that Mephibosheth wouldn’t look good in the court of the king. David doesn’t care. He just asks, “Where is he?”

Mephibosheth was the only surviving relative of Jonathan, King Saul’s son. In 2 Sam. 4:4 we read about his crippling accident when he was only five years old. When news came of the death of his father and grandfather, Mephibosheth’s nurse took him and fled. He fell and became lame in his feet. He was now living with a friend, in a barren place. He had no home or property of his own, even though he was the grandson of the king.

Mephibosheth receives a summons. What must he have thought when he heard King David’s servants say, “The king wants to see you.”? Did he feel fear, or merely resignation, knowing this day would come? A summons is not like an invitation to a party, which can be declined. It is a request that comes with authority and if he would not come willingly, with means to bring it about.

Mephibosheth tosses aside his cane and falls at David’s feet, probably expecting a sword on his neck. Instead, what does he receive? The King calls him by name, and says,

“Do not fear." Comfort

“For I will surely show you kindness...” Grace

“And will restore to you all the land of Saul your grandfather.” Inheritance

“...and you shall eat bread at my table continually.” Communion

Mephibosheth goes from a place of barrenness to a place of honour. He knows he doesn’t deserve this favour. He refers to himself as a dead dog.

David further instructs Ziba and his sons and servants to farm the former property of Saul, which he has now bequeathed to Mephibosheth. This was probably extensive property. He now has an inheritance to pass on to his own sons. David does this, and yet does not send Mephibosheth away. He insists on giving him a home in the palace. Mephibosheth will “eat at my table like one of the king’s sons.” This is where we see adoption, with all the privileges we mentioned.

He may be heard coming to dinner, his cane clop clopping on the floors, but once he is seated, the tablecloth of grace covers his crooked feet.

Likewise, we are estranged from our Father because of our sin, lame in our “walk”, our lifestyle. We are in the wilderness with no home of our own, no inheritance, no comfort and no fellowship. Just as Adam and Eve hid from God, we are in hiding because of our sin. Sin causes shame. Then we hear the summons of the King, the effectual call of the gospel. We hear it, recognize its truth, and believe it. We agree with the Word of God. We know we are deserving of judgment, not mercy.

God the Father searched us out, not because we were loveable, but because of the love He has for His Son. He has promised to give His son the nations for His inheritance. That’s us! So He decides to take us into His family. He is under no obligation to do so. He adopts us. He gives us the family name: Christian, which means, “little Christs”. There is to be a family resemblance in character to our Heavenly Father, who is holy, and our Elder Brother, Jesus Christ. We love those who are now our brothers and sisters. We know that our conduct matters. If, in a human family the actions of one cause either shame or honour to the whole family, how can we live as if we were not bearing the family name, Christian?

We can now have comfort with no fear of condemnation. He shows us grace that we don’t deserve, haven’t earned, and can never repay. He takes care of our needs. He leads us. He disciplines us as sons. He makes us heirs with Christ. Think of that! Such an inheritance! What can the world possibly offer us? And we have communion with this One through prayer, through His word, and we will one day see Him face to face.

We also have the privilege of suffering with Him. “...and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint-heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together.” Rom. 8:17

For those of us without fathers, He is the Father of the fatherless. What a privilege to be adopted into THIS family!

“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God!” 1 John 3:1

Monday, June 4, 2012

Violent Week in Canada

June 4, 2012.

Outside my window...overcast and cool.
I am's been a violent week in Canada. One killer sent body parts to the Prime Minister. He was apprehended today in Berlin. On Saturday, there was a shooting in a food court at the Eaton Centre with one gang member killed and five people injured, including a 13 year old boy. That killer turned himself in.
I am youngest will find summer work. Still waiting.
I am thankful for...the Women of Faith bbq went well, even though it poured rain. We cooked and ate indoors. I spoke on Christ as the Fourth Man in the Fire from Daniel 3 and we discussed persecution and martyrdom. I also read about Polycarp from Foxe's Book of Martyrs. That's it until September. I'm running out of lessons so I'd better get writing.
I am wearing...jeans and a navy HMCS Montreal pullover.
From the kitchen...roast chicken, pasta and shrimp, corn on the cob.
I am hearing...the train. This particular Customer Service Ambassador is funny. When we were stopped between stations he asked for 500 volunteers to push the train. I guess you gotta do something to break up the monotony in a job like that.
I am reading...Rose of Winslow Street by Elizabeth Camden.
Around the eldest is planning her wedding. It's strange to have everyone around for a month. The dog loves the attention. He's in advanced obedience school and is improving.
One of my favourite things...the feeling after a fresh haircut. I was so scraggly.
Some plans for the four nights, then I'm off for TEN days! I had originally booked the time off because I wanted to go to the Christian Writer's conference in Guelph called Write!Canada. I know we can't afford it so I'll try to write every day when I'm off and console myself that maybe I can go next year. On Saturday, we're taking my mother-in-law out for dinner for a delayed mother's day meal.