If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you’ll remember I often make references to my gardens. Not so much to share gardening techniques or skills, but what’s growing in the gardens. I think more than in any other place, I find instruction in the garden. It seems the Lord meets me out there in ways I can never anticipate — but one thing I can or do anticipate is that He will be out there with me and He’ll have something to show me. So I was walking around today to see the work ahead in the…
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Every day, year after year, God’s writing my story. Every day, whether or not I can understand the circumstances I face, He has a very good plan for whatever I face. And regardless of my comprehension, His plan is for my good and His glory. I believe this not only because His word says so, but also because I have seen His work and His glory has been continually revealed in His work in my life and in the lives around me. This isn’t one of those God’s Word says it, I believe it, and that settles it! sorts of…
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On the wall in my kitchen hangs a plate that has imprinted the saying: Today you have today. It hangs there every day… every day I walk through the doorway below it and rarely look up to see that plate — or any other specific thing that hangs on the wall, for that matter. Except one of the clocks. Isn’t it interesting? Many things in our lives we see — but don’t really see — every day. And every day these things are before us and could remind us that we have opportunity to do things today — each day…
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This post is sort of a signs of the times observation and a mulling over the consequences of one of the dramatic changes our society is undergoing. The increeping vulgarity of society hasn’t happened all at once — it’s happened slowly, incrementally, over time. Increeping vulgarity, along with its visible companions, lewd behaviour and crude speech have slowly encroached on society, and are slowly being normalized in our culture. Vulgarity has begun to be so acceptable, so commonplace — even expected on many levels. Vulgarity thrives on a one way street ardently demanding its voice as an entitlement. On any…