Wednesday, February 18, 2015

No scars - mommy post


I have struggled this last year with my greying hair and wrinkles.  I had been labouring under the misapprehension that I was not a vain person and that aging was going to come gently and easily.

This has not been the case.

I have found myself acting like an idiot while talking to sales people, or any one potentially younger than me, as I try to feign hip-ness.

And so, when I fell on the below quote while reading about Amy Carmichael, I felt a wave of rebuke from our all-knowing Eternal Father.

Raising these kids is hard.  Trying to fight the devil and his attacks on my soul - harder.  But the Lord has called us to it.  I am not so stupid to claim that the sufferings of a first-world mother are anything to bellyache about.  We are fed, clothed, protected.  My prayer is just that I learn to yield my pride to the Lord and have Him change my will so that I can delight in my scars for Him.

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierc├Ęd are the feet that follow Me.
But thine are whole; can he have followed far
Who hast no wound or scar?
- Amy Carmichael
"For to you it has been granted on behalf of Christ,
not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake." 
Philippians 1:29

Good reads



Mrs. Peterson was such a nice good mother!  All mothers are more or less, but Mrs. Peterson was nice and good all more and no less.  She made a little heaven in that poor cottage on the hillside—for her husband and son to go home to out of the dreary earth in which they worked ..... True, her hands were hard, and chapped, and large, but it was with work for them; and therefore in the sight of the angels, her hands were so much the more beautiful. 

- George MacDonald, The Princess and the Goblin.



Monday, February 16, 2015

cold

bundled up like a bear!



Some one does not want to play hockey. Come on Cole!

Flooding the lake.



























        


Friday, February 6, 2015

Goalie stuff

Jacques plante.jpg

Wikipedia: "As a child, Plante played hockey outdoors in the bitterly cold Quebec winters. His mother taught him how to knit his own tuques to protect him from the cold. Plante continued knitting and embroidering throughout his life and wore his hand-knitted tuques while playing and practicing until entering the NHL."

Myself: "Gabe Braden also plays goal, but in the bitterly cold winters of Ottawa.
He wears  tuques that are  knitted  by his Aunt."