Winter Days 2020

A rare attempt at an old favorite:

cross-country skiing!

"I Will Carry You"

Finally being able to carry my own baby nephew

brings fresh perspective on God's promise to us in Isaiah 46:4.

"I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you."

His loving care and concern for you and me are far beyond that of me (or even of his mother!) toward my helpless, dependent nephew.

Do We Store Away Jesus Too?

The past few days brought back yearly jobs of taking down and packing away Christmas decorations that had lit up our home and helped us celebrate the birth of our Saviour once again. I couldn't help but remember the lyrics of a song I grew up hearing on cassette tape.

He braced that old ladder with all of His might

And shouted, "Dad have no fear"

As I stretched high to store the stockings and trim

in the attic for another year.

We were busily packing our Christmas away

While singing a carol we knew

When I heard my son in innocence inquire

"Do we store away Jesus too?"

I smiled at my boy as again I explained

God's longing to reconcile

How He gave to the world the gift of new life

When His yearning became Mary's child

Though surrounded by all of man's goods we embrace

The hope of that Bethlehem night

We will never store this blessed gift away

With the tinsel and colored lights

All year long

We must worship day by day

All year long

Tis the season to obey

May the Christmas tree lights

And the sleigh ride at night

Remind us all to stay in God's presence

All year long

Written by Larnelle Harris, Dave Clark and Nick Robertson, sung by Larnelle Harris

Lyrics from eLyrics.net

The Promise of Summer

Sometimes in mid-winter it is good to see pictures from hot summer days and the flowers they produce.

"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease." - (God's promise to us recorded in Genesis 8:22)

Winter Lights

 The days are short and often dark in this cold season. 

But we find special ways to enjoy light and color anyway.

I Have Forgot

Sometimes I wake, and, lo, I have forgot,

And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!

My soul that was at rest now resteth not,

For I am with myself and not with Thee;

Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,

Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity:

Oh, Thou who knowest, save Thy child forlorn.

Diary of an Old Soul, January 3rd

by George MacDonald