It’s been a tough two weeks. The not hoped for, daily prayed about, inevitable happened. God’s everlasting light shines upon my father. I will miss him dearly. Presiding at his funeral was the most uplifting experience, difficult but affirming. Ever held in the love of God, Dad went to tend the fields of heaven. I love you.
Luke 6:1-5 One sabbath while Jesus was going through the grainfields, his disciples plucked some heads of grain, rubbed them in their hands, and ate them. 2 But some of the Pharisees said, “Why are you doing what is not lawful on the sabbath?” 3 Jesus answered, “Have you not read what David did when he and his companions were hungry? 4 He entered the house of God and took and ate the bread of the Presence, which it is not lawful for any but the priests to eat, and gave some to his companions?” 5 Then he said to them, “The Son of Man is lord of the sabbath.”
We have had an unusual amount of rain this year, a blessing because it greatly reduced the need to water the gardens. The rose in the front yard benefited greatly. Hubby cut it a couple of days ago because the weight of the blossoms had bowed it to the ground. I have been unable to accurately count how many blossoms there are, at least eighteen or so. I’ll let you know once all the petals fall.
2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to provide you with every blessing in abundance, so that by always having enough of everything, you may share abundantly in every good work.
On June 9th I flew to Toronto for study leave and my Darling drove to Kenora, Ontario with the Boler to deliver it to my sister.
After four days at St. Michael’s College and Starting Well at Toronto School of Theology I flew back to Winnipeg. It was wonderful to spend Father’s Day in Kenora with my Dad and enjoy a dinner of one of my favourites, Sorrel Soup. Monday we returned to Winnipeg via Anola, Manitoba and picked up a canine addition to our family. We have been with out a dog for a little over a year now. My Darling has been missing the click, click of nails on the hardwood. He found this boy on Kijjii, he had been previously owned by an elderly lady who had returned him to the breeder when she went into a seniors’ home that didn’t allow dogs. Not surprisingly he is a little undisciplined, although he walks on a lead really well. His worse habit is the impulse to herd cars. He didn’t anwer to his name (the same as my Darling’s!) so we have renamed him Haggis. He is 2 1/2 years old (birthday is one before my Darling’s — Whaaaat?!) He thinks he is a lap dog and at sometime in his life called permanent and perpetual ‘Shotgun’. Wrestling a 80 pound dog into the back seat for 1800 kilometres was not fun. He is settling in quite well, a bit of separation anxiety when we leave the house, but it is decreasing all the time. He is a gentle boy, very friendly and is becoming quite attached to his new parents. Plus, he is beautiful!
Funny thing happened when I spoke to the local quilt shop about doing ‘something’ as a community for the Oklahoma tornado tragedy. I now have deadlines and activities packed into the next three or so weeks. I wanted to do something, but I didn’t want to ‘be in charge’. I offered to help if someone else would take the reins. Actually that translates to – You are second in charge. Great. I accept that responsibility though. Because I am called to be an example, to practice what I preach, however ill-equipped I might be to do that. We come up with ‘good ideas’ all the time. Too often, people take the stance that it is a good idea for someone else to implement. That is so frustrating!
More to follow on all the ‘details’ of the community activities for our contributions for Quilts for Oklahoma in subsequent posts.
Here is what I ‘WIPped’ up as my first donation for the cause. It consists of two Moda Mimi charm packs and some discounted fabric called Tiffany for the inside border. I am using a third charm pack of Mimi for the outside border. The fabric is bright and cheery, a small departure from what you might typically find in my stash.
Colossians 3:14 Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony.
April 28, 2013 my grand-daughter was baptised at Notre Dame in my hometown. She was a vision in an heirloom baptism gown handed down from my son’s paternal great-great-aunt. It is beautifully and intricately embroidered linen. I don’t think it is hand done, it is quite uniform and symmetrical. She looked beautiful and didn’t squawk once during the entire mystery.
Ezekiel 16:13 You were adorned with gold and silver, while your clothing was of fine linen, rich fabric, and embroidered cloth. You had choice flour and honey and oil for food. You grew exceedingly beautiful, fit to be a queen.
The day has been approaching gradually. Today I Am with you always received its one hundredth follower
I am humbled and honoured that this little place of mine interests somebody at all. In the beginning this was intended as a photo and ramblings e-diary. For the most part it is fulfilling that role. It continues to be a compilation of my favourite things and activities. I am grateful for the opportunity, grateful to all of you for stopping in now and then to brush up against my life and draw me closer to yours. God’s blessings upon you all, the peace of Christ be in your lives, and may a Spirit of holiness guide your steps.