my favorite flower

Have you ever gone to a corner store intending to buy yourself your favorite flower just because it makes you happy? Have you ever gotten to the counter only to have the man in front of you say, "Oh, you shouldn't have bought me a flower?" Then after explaining you were actually buying the flower for yourself did the man say, "no girl should ever buy a flower for herself" only to plunk the money on the counter? Has that ever happened to you? Well, it happened to me...today...at the corner store...and this is the flower.

wisdom

A few weeks ago I spent the afternoon with my mom. We went to White Rock and I took a few pictures. This was one of them. The pier at White Rock is quite long and leads to a beautiful view. My mom and I walked along the pier and talked. We always have good conversations. Being 72 she has acquired a lot of wisdom, but I'm pretty sure she also has the gift of wisdom as far as spiritual gifts go. When I was in a situation and I just didn't know what to do she said, "I guess you shouldn't do anything yet then." When I found myself worried about the same thing over and over she said, "what would happen if you loved Jesus first instead?" When I was doubting whether or not things would work out in the best way possible she said, "I've doubted God in this too but the other day I found a note that said 'from someone who loves you' and I felt like it was God reminding me He loves me. I think he's trying to remind you too. And that's what matters isn't it?" She's right. That is what matters.

This morning, Passover morning, our pastor reminded us that this coming week is the most important week in the Christian calendar. It is the week when Jesus walked that long road to the cross. He went from popularity to persecution. From freedom to the weight of sin. From earth to heaven. We went from brokenness to wholeness. From torture to peace. From time to eternity.

When I think about this week in light of my circumstances I am humbled by how easily I get swayed from this truth. How easily my thoughts are consumed by things that don't matter in the end. Jesus loves me. He loves you. "For God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life." John 3:16.

glasses

I've decided if I want to become a serious writer I need to get some glasses. While attending a writing workshop yesterday I was intrigued by the women in the room who were wearing glasses. They would have their glasses on while writing. Then during discussion they would remove them and hold them in their hand. Gesticulating was more profound because of those glasses. And somehow whatever they were saying seemed that much smarter. Knowing myself as I do, I think glasses are the answer I'm looking for.

last night

Last night I was walking home from a friend's along 12th Ave. As I got near the corner of Spruce and 12th I saw a dog sitting on the grass and I said out loud to myself, "That dog looks a little odd." In an instant the dog lunged at me in a full on rage, barking and snarling with his teeth bared. My heart was in my throat and adrenalin surged through my veins. "NO! Don't bite me" as I kicked my leg out at him. Fortunately, the dog's teeth did not meet my flesh and he skulked into the bushes. I crossed the street and proceeded home. Even now this makes my heart race a little.