Showing posts with label Isaiah 55:8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isaiah 55:8. Show all posts

January 20, 2020

Swishing with Awareness – Denise M. Ford


On New Year’s Day we went to the Calgary airport to pick-up our daughter-in-law’s mother. Unsure if we had missed her, my husband headed to the baggage carousels while I placed myself outside the swishing doors that open to arriving passengers.
Photo Copyright by Sergiy Serdyuk

Swish! An excited woman ran eagerly through the doors to her awaiting partner. He enveloped her in an embrace that emanated a wave of resounding relief. I found myself sighing with them as I recalled the same repeated scenarios my husband and I had experienced during our long-distance courtship.

As my husband returned to wait with me, he gave me a pointed nudge which I thought meant that he too had been reminiscing over thoughts of our past reunions.  Not so!  He tugged my coat sleeve to force my attention to a two-year-old boy with a suitcase in tow as his father called after him to turn around.  The boy kept pulling, stubbornly going away from his father. The Dad finally reached him and guided him back to his mother and siblings. 

We remarked to each other how that reminded us of our grandson’s chaotic attempts to thwart his parents’ guidance. As we chuckled, the same little boy came running before us, but stopped at the swishing doorway.  His Dad strode quickly behind him with guarded supervision. The boy watched intently as the doors swished, opening and closing, releasing passengers who hurried by him.

Swish, swish. The little boy’s arms pushed tightly against his sides. He closed his fists in a determined posture. Swish! A lightening move by the boy as he dashed through the open doors. His Dad, in a second of paused disbelief, reacted and ran after his son just before the doors pulled shut.

Swish!  We witnessed a blurring rescue as the Dad ran back out with his son in his arms. Immediately the alarms began to ring loudly, and the doors refused to swish open. I don’t know how long the alarms kept ringing, because my husband looked over to the baggage area spotting our intended passenger.

Photo by NATIONAL POST

Still laughing, we passed by the Dad and son as they rejoined their family. I paused to say,
”Your son reminds us of our grandson’s curiosity and boldness.”
“I’m just glad I got him in time,” the Dad replied.

Days later, these incidents served as metaphors for my thoughts on this new year. I followed a prompting to go to the familiar words of Isaiah 55:8.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.

I had prayed through this verse repeatedly as a series of provision and placement unfolded during 2019. Like that Dad who sprinted into action to provide a quick rescue for his son, I had offered up grateful praise as unique provision unfolded and came to our family through God’s specific placement.

Provision and placement for a permanent job for my husband that allowed him to work remotely from home. Now he could schedule time for his most important role as Pop-Pop to our grandchildren.

Provision and placement for our daughter-in-law as she interviewed for a new teaching role. She planned to truthfully disclose her pregnancy and admit that she would need to go on maternity leave one month into the school year. During the interview, I prayed for the principal to recognize Catherine’s incredible teaching talents and to sense an unmistakable bond between them. Minutes later, Catherine called to relate her good news. “She offered me the job, stating that she felt a true bond between us!” 

Provision in God’s sovereign timing and with His wise placement.

I scanned over Isaiah 55 beginning at verse one. The second line states,
“Listen to Me, and eat what is good, and let your soul delight itself in abundance.”

How often had I yearned for responses to my prayers for the provision of a focused path in my writing?  Often, I felt like that little boy, determined to try a new experience without realizing I wasn’t prepared for what it would entail. I tried to pursue a consistent writing schedule, but my curiosity would lead me to jump from one idea to the next.  Write a devotion, develop a short story. Create character development and dialogue for a play.  Blog to inspire others, blog as a memoir. Blog but don’t post my unrefined meanderings.  Write to inform, apply my journalism background.  Research and write. Encourage and write.  I was towing too many things, stubbornly heading into a chaotic collision of ideas tumbling about me. 

Like the reuniting couple, had I fallen into a long-distance relationship with my writing? When I embraced an idea on my writing list, I felt like words would pour forth, unbounded and free. But when I stayed away from it, I wondered if writing was worth the effort and energy it required.  What would I need to give up so I could make this a lasting priority?

Continuing to Isaiah 55:3, “Incline your ear, and come to Me.  Hear, and your soul shall live.  And I will make an everlasting covenant with you —The sure mercies of David.”

I feel rescued by these words. As I read them, they shake together like pieces in a rain stick, coursing on a path I thought I couldn’t or didn’t dare follow. Like that airport couple coming together in sheer relief, I am embraced and enveloped in a moment of time when I know for certain that I will be safe in the steps I take in my writing. I will find strength in the bond provided by God. I will listen and I will delight in the abundance of writing ideas He provides.

I do believe that we often find ourselves placed in moments we need to experience as they unfold before us. If we see and hear what those moments may provide for us, perhaps we will
become aware to what we need to understand.  Perhaps we will recognize an unmistakeable bond, a covenant laid forth for us to accept. 

I offer to you, this reassuring word that seems to greet me each new day this year.
Awareness!
Become immersed in it.
Awareness!
Become intensified by it.
Awareness!
Become determined by it.
Let it open your ears to listen and to follow the messages presented to you.
Let it open your soul so you may delight in the abundance of mercy offered to you.
Awareness!
Let yourself respond within an everlasting covenant with God.

Swish! Awareness!
May you feel free to run into the embrace that awaits you.
As needed may you be scooped up and rescued so you may begin again.

July 06, 2017

With Glowing Heart ... by Glynis M Belec

"Indeed, my plans are not like your plans, and my deeds are not like your deeds." 
Isaiah 55:8 (NB)




Last week was indeed  a true Canada Day 2017. Not at all like I had planned, but a fabulous one, nonetheless. 

A month ago, I had my agenda tidily filled in and my plans were in place. I had been asked to help organize, or at least participate in a local Art in the Park event for Canada Day. I thought that would be fun and I could perhaps help some of our local writers promote their work too, so I jumped in. The plan was also for me to have a book table decorated to the nines with my newest publishing hurrah - a story in Chicken Soup for the Soul Spirit of Canada. Perfect timing for my new Canadian title. I was excited and hoped to sell a lot of books.

Shortly after I had said 'sure thing,' though, I found out my daughter was going to be moving that very day. So I had to break it to the organizers that I was backing out. I felt bad but it was a case of priorities and I had to help. 

However, my plan was to pop by and enjoy Art in the Park later in the day, and help out if I got back in time. So all seemed well, all things considered. 

Then, wouldn't you know it, things switched again. Plans fell through for my daughter. I felt badly but then I thought perhaps I could recommit to helping out on Canada Day. I didn't jump in head first this time. I merely mentioned I might be able to come to help out on the day, in case things turned around for my daughter. The gal who had contacted me was so kind and told me to come if I was able. She would save a spot. So I planned again. 

But I shouldn't have bothered. 

It's not that things turned around for my daughter. 

It was my Dad this time. He had a bit of a turn - well a succession of turns and the short story is he ended up being put on a heart monitor. So there went any plans of my own. This was just prior to Canada Day. And I knew that I couldn't leave Dad for any extended time so it looked like I had to cancel everything. I did. 

As we did our devotions that morning, I remarked to Happy Hubby, who was also heading out to do some catch up on some work of his own, how differently the day turned out to what I had planned. 

"That's sometimes how God works," he said, kissing me farewell and leaving me contemplating. 

It was a good thing I stayed home, too. Dad ended up having a dizzy spell and his heart was racing just as I was helping him up. Right away I had to get him to lie in bed for a while and follow the doctor's instructions. Eventually things settled down and all was quiet in paradise. 

Later, once Dad seemed okay and I had given him breakfast and got a few things done in the kitchen, I went to the back patio door and stood quietly for a minute looking at my garden and the impending black clouds that loomed near. I was feeling a little frustrated and thinking about how my plans didn't work at all. I didn't get to help my daughter move. I didn't help with Art in the Park. I didn't get to set up my table and sell all those books that I had planned on selling. I didn't get to partake in typical Canada Day celebrations. And it looked like rain. 

Then I heard it. At first I thought I was imagining it. 

It started out soft and low. A solitary sound of a trumpet playing O Canada - and it drifted across our subdivision to my back porch. I opened the screen door and stepped outside, still in my pjs.  My heart stood to attention. My body followed suit as O Canada got progressively louder. Three times the distant trumpeter played it. For three minutes I stayed still. Smiling. Listening. Appreciating. 

I thanked God for sending me that special gift Canada Day morning. It seemed to focus me. Reminding me about my glowing heart and how God keeps our land glorious and free! 

The rest of my day was not at all as I had originally planned. I did the laundry. I wrote a little bit. I cleaned our bedroom, and sorted through things I had kept putting off. I cleaned the pantry. Wrote some more. Ran an online Oh Canada Trivia Challenge. Made some muffins. Smiled a lot. Counted Blessings. 

Not a day that I had planned. But it was such a peaceful, fulfilling, relaxing kind of day that I had not experienced in a long time. I kept thinking about the trumpeter. And O Canada. And the way God's plans are not our plans. Gratitude. 


O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.


                                     Glynis