Friday, November 27, 2015

Partners in Grime

Images courtesy of JennyEBurr


Yes, this is a picture of our kitchen garbage can. 

I am certain that you have noticed that it has a clasp on it to act as a lock. It is also hooked to our cupboard. 

Here are the partners in grime.



It all started with a small plastic garbage can which was attached to the cupboard door, under the sink. All you had to do was open the door and the bottom portion of the garbage swung out while the lid remained under the sink. It was easy for dropping in garbage. 


These two partners in grime were constantly opening the cupboard. Access to all the tasty morsels and wrappings were free for the taking. Naturally, they pulled the garbage out of the can to seek out their treasures. 


After some discussion, my husband and I decided that a step-on garbage can would be the best solution. So that is what we did. Since it was too tall to fit under the sink it was relegated to sit on the floor at the end of the counter. 


All was fine until the partners in grime figured out how to make the step-on garbage can open. 


Their solution?

Knock it over.

The lid would then pop open and they could readily dive in and haul out the garbage. After cleaning up more garbage from our partners in grime another solution was required. 


Hence the flip lock on the garbage can and the hook into the cupboard. Their fun has been foiled and we no longer have garbage messes to tidy up. 

I am thankful that God has allowed us the opportunity to have pets in our household, even if they do present us with some challenges.

I wonder what they will get into next?  

Your turn. Do you have pets which have caused you to develop some creative solutions to problems which they present?


Feel free to leave acomment.

Other posts which may interest you are: 

When Clouds Are Never Just Clouds
The Tragedy 
In Appreciation 
A Most Ungrateful Heart 

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

When Clouds Are Never Just Clouds






































I have a profound cloud fetish. More often than not I tilt my tablet up and take many pictures of the sky, in particular, the clouds.

Why?

The sky and the clouds are an ever changing, moody, tapestry of colours and shapes. I find cloud watching fascinating.

I can look in one direction and view a sky promising a bright and glorious day. Then, when I turn in the opposite direction, I peer at a gray sky with dark clouds swooping down, heavy laden with rain. 

I guess I'm not the only one who likes to look up. 

David wrote in Psalm 19:1 (NIV) "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." 

The sky, in all of its tremendous glory reminds me of God and His people. 

God is ever present, omnipotent and boundless.  Like the sky, stretching out endlessly before us. In our perception we seem to only have a microscopic glimpse of Him. Small parts, the bits and pieces which we can immediately see. 

Yet, there is so much more to God, like the expanse of the sky which stretches far beyond what we can view. If you have ever had an opportunity to see a prairie sky than you know how vast the sky appears over the flat land. It goes on and on. Like God; limitless.

The ever changing, weather-inducing sky reminds me of people and of me. Our emotions can change as rapidly as the sky and the weather. Life can throw us some tough twists and turns, along with joy and delight so our moodiness is understandable. 

I remember as a teen, riding the school bus home and I commented on the clouds. A friend, sitting beside me looked out the window, searching for a plow in  the fields we passed. "No, look at the clouds, they're so remarkable." 

"They're just clouds, Jenny!" was her response. 

To me, clouds are never just clouds.

Your turn. Do you have a cloud fetish? Feel free to leave a comment.  

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Monday, November 9, 2015

The Tragedy

Image courtesy of JennyEBurr

After adding a few pictures of the Jock River into my blog post In Appreciation I remembered a time when the Jock River was not so glorious and welcoming.  

The tragedy which rocked our little village caused mothers to hold onto their children and fathers to embrace their families. It was a parent's worst nightmare come true. 

One early March day, many years ago, the front door to our house was flung open. 

"Jenny," called out a friend. "Have you seen my daughter?" 

One look at this friend's large eyes and hearing the tremor in her voice, told me that something was dreadfully wrong. 

I grabbed my boots and a coat as I spoke. "No, our girls have not seen each other since we had playgroup." Our daughters were now in grade one but not attending the same school. 

As I walked my friend through the village, toward her mother's house, I noticed a couple of police cars. 

Nodding at the police cars I asked, "Where do they think she is?"

Not saying a word my friend pointed to the Jock River as tears rolled down her face.

I began praying these words silently, "Lord please help them find her daughter and surround my friend and her family with your comfort."

Just a hint of snow was evident as much of it had melted in the sun. March is the time of year when ice melts quickly and only a thin, glassy layer forms at night.

I made certain that my friend was safely back in her mother's house and then I walked back home. With an aching heart I explained to my husband where the authorities were looking for my friend's daughter so that we could both pray for her family. 

Two pairs of footprints in the snow covered ice, going toward an opening where the Jock River flowed freely, were noticed. One pair of footprints retreating was enough indication for the police and divers to conclude that the young girl had fallen into the chilly water.

A neighbouring mom who lived in the village wasn't allowed to drive home because the police had blocked the entrances to the village. When she was told that a young girl had likely fallen into the river her heart pounded in fear. Was it her daughter?  

Using her cell phone a quick call to her spouse gave her the answer and relief she sought. After waiting a bit longer and talking with the police, explaining that she lived in the village  they eventually opened the road block so that she could go home. 

A couple of days passed and still the divers had not located the young girl's body. They promised that they would continue searching until they found her. Their hope was to provide closure to her parents and to her extended family. 

Days later, the divers found her lifeless body.

Tragedies abound. At some time our lives we will experience the pain of loss. 

These first four verses from Psalm 23 remind us of whom we can go to for comfort. 

Psalm 23: 1-4 NIV
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not be in want. 
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides my in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff they comfort me.


Your turn.
Dear Reader, have you suffered from a tragedy? Lost a loved one? How have you found comfort in your loss? Please feel free to leave a comment. 

 





 





Tuesday, November 3, 2015

I've Been Reading...


Image courtesy of JennyEBurr
 

 Online I've been reading....

Ann Voskamp's  A Holy Experience


 David Kitz's I Love the Psalms


Psalms Alive a book by David Kitz 

Monday, November 2, 2015

Planting Tomatoes, Harvesting Souls

Below is a link to an article which I wrote for Spur Ottawa. 

Some of our harvest from our garden and our neighbour's garden.

Planting Tomatoes Harvesting Souls