This is My Father's World

I’ve recently taken up running again, after about a 4 year hiatus.  Perhaps that’s an exaggeration, as what I’m really doing is walking fast, and then jogging for about a minute, then back to walking.  I’m pleased that at this early stage it’s going well, and when I’m out there the combination of nature and exercise is literally exhilarating, and at such times, thoughts of inspiration often come.  There’s more walking than running at this stage, so I have lots of time to observe what’s around me. 

The other day there was a plethora of sights to enjoy: a lovely watchful deer, a mama duck with her brood of ducklings, a stand of Blue Giant Hyssop, and a garter snake eating a frog – the frog still squeaking.  Of course I was not fast enough with my cell phone to catch the picture!  Also on my walk, I noted a cluster of ripe Saskatoon berries.  They were well hidden, but I noticed them.  They were delicious.

I have to concur with the Psalmist, “How many are your works, O Lord!  In wisdom you have made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.”(Psalm 104:24)  There’s a lot of encouragement to be had in nature, but there are also warnings, and sobering messages that come through.  For example when I discovered the name of the Blue Giant flower – Hyssop, my mind immediately went to the Psalmist again, “Purge me with hyssop, and I will be clean.”  (Psalm 51:7)  In ancient times, hyssop was used to symbolize cleansing of the soul.  I’m reminded that I need more than an outer washing, I need cleansing from my sins, and as the hyssop plant appears in the crucifixion story, the symbolism is clear. (John 19:29)  

 

Does seeing a snake remind you of the times in the Bible where the devil is referred to as a serpent?  “…that ancient serpent, who is called the devil…” (Revelation 12:9)  Although snakes are incredible creatures, they do remind me that Satan is really “seeking someone to devour.” (1Peter 5:8) I couldn’t help it – seeing the snake in the process of devouring the frog brought this to mind..

“Not such an encouraging walk, Linda”, you might say.  Well, God speaks to my heart in various ways, and He’s not afraid to remind me that it’s not all rosy down here.  For example, that mama duck is almost guaranteed to lose some of her brood to predators.  The deer may very well eat someone’s flowers or vegetables, or fall prey itself to a wolf.   The berries I mentioned were hard to find, and the monarch caterpillar I saw on a milkweed plant (did I mention this in my sightings?) will most likely be eaten by a bird.  Nature is raw and hard, and often I say, “Too much nature!”, but then I generally repent the thought, because after all, this is my Father’s world.

There’s a beautiful hymn entitled just that, THIS IS MY FATHER’S WORLD.  Of course the wonder of nature is extolled in this song, but a different theme comes through in one of the stanzas that fits more closely with my recent lessons from nature.  These words proved very comforting to me during a time in my life when I experienced a very hard and unjust thing.  During that time, I heard this hymn often, and it was like a balm to my soul.  Perhaps you can relate to these words as well.

This is my Father’s world – O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong
God is the Ruler yet
This is my Father’s world! The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And Earth and Heav’n be one
— Maltbie D. Babcock

What amazes me is the watchful care of our Father over all His creation. “Look at the birds of the air”, Jesus said, “they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them.  Are you not of more value than they?” (John 6:26)  My Heavenly Father sees it all, and He sees me.  It’s not a coincidence to me that often over the years, at the anniversary of this painful time, this song “happens” to appear in the worship service at church, and sometimes even twice in the same service!  This year was no exception.  When the strains of this song begin, comfort washes over me, as I’m reminded once again that my Heavenly Father sees me, and remembers my pain all those years ago, and I’m filled with peace.  The story’s not finished yet.

 

Let nature say to you what it will, but to the listening ear, the message will be worth the hearing.

Blossoms Remind Me

There are more Spring blossoms than ever this year. I remember being delighted that first spring after moving to our home near the Seine River, to discover them as I walked the nearby trails. Spring blossoms, one of my favorite things were now so close by!. I felt lucky.

I returned later that day into those woods with my snipers, and Kevin in tow, to cut a rather largish branch. I had a vase in mind for it, and the result made me happy.

Psalm 30:5b Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

John 16:33 I [Jesus] have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.


 

Walking those same trails this year was even more delightful. “How wonderful and surprising that such a long harsh winter resulted in an abundance of blossoms” I mused. Almost immediately, that thought was followed by these words, "Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Those words, penned by an ancient Hebrew writer, have comforted me many times, often ringing true. Combined with the loving and compassionate character of God, those words give me confidence in difficult times. We have troubles, and will have more troubles yet, but we also have help, hope, and comfort. And so a simple walk in the woods is elevated to a reminder of the Creator, who amidst the blossoms and my swirling thoughts, feels close. Water to wine once again, and I’m thankful.

Exodus 34:6 ...the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.

Water to Wine

If you have read the “About” page of my blog, you may remember the quote by Max Lucado, “What makes us special is the signature of God on our lives.” This is exactly my premise, that seeing Jesus’ signature on my ordinary days and experiences lifts them onto a different plane.

This simple story is an example.

I was home alone, and the day stretched ahead of me. I anticipated a relaxed morning of reading, journaling and prayers. I read the water to wine story from the Bible, once again with great enjoyment. It always strikes me in a different way, and this time I noticed the words, “This, the first of His signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested His glory.

And His disciples believed in Him.”

Carla Dyck

Carla Dyck

One thought led to another as I journaled and prayed. The morning flew by, and I was just finishing up my prayers, and planning a walk in the desert when my cell phone interrupted my reverie. I answered to my nephew Jack. He was checking our home in “Winter-peg, Mani-snowba, and wanted to show me the mail. We went through each piece, and a letter on behalf of my Uncle George brought me up short. You see, my beloved Uncle George had just recently gone home to heaven, and his celebration of life service was that day! Although it was on my calendar, and I had been waiting to attend on Zoom, I had completely forgotten about it. I felt sick, it was as though I had betrayed him and my cousins. “Oh no”, I said in a quick goodbye to Jack. “Call my mom, she just picked up grandma for it” he said. I pulled up the link for the service and was not too late; it was airing in 19 minutes. “Thank you God”, I breathed, in a prayer of relief. That’s when I realized it - of course if the Lord was going to remind me, He would remind me on time! My thoughts went on from there, resulting in this text to Jack, “Likely you didn’t realize that God was actually directing you this morning on my behalf, because He knew how much I had wanted and intended to watch my Uncle George’s celebration of life.” “Definitely, sometimes He works in mysterious ways”, was Jack’s response, and I was happy.

This, just one of His many works, Jesus did in Mesa, Arizona, and manifested His glory.

And Linda believed in Him (even more).


Rainforest

This picture makes me feel happy every time I see it and remember what led up to it.
I had been anticipating Russ and Ray, my two oldest grandsons, for a visit. We had not seen them in a while, and I had wanted to do something different. The idea came to make our shower look like a rainforest, and they could bring their swimsuits and play in the shower. A few days later, after a quick shopping trip on Amazon, (an appropriate place to shop for rainforest accouterments, don’t you think?) inflatable monkeys, trees, and vines were delivered at my door.

 

Setting up was lots of fun, but in the end, the boys just wanted to play in the bathtub with the same bath toys their mom and aunties played with when they were little!


I have another memory, but for this one I have no photo. Bronwyn, my oldest granddaughter was visiting. Often when she comes, she immediately takes my hand, and leads me downstairs to where the toy closet is, and we play. This particular time I started singing, upon which she immediately climbed into my lap asking for a hug. We stayed that way for a long while, and then she said, “more inging”.(she has trouble with “s”) She likes to be cuddled and sung to, and so we sat quietly together, with a few more songs, and we were both peacefully content.

Anyone that has grand-kids knows what I mean when I say that these little people have simply stolen my heart. We love them, think about them, and prepare for their coming, don’t we? And then to have some quiet lap time together, with singing, well, that seems too good to be true. However when I push forward with these thoughts into the unseen realm, I see them clearly to be true. True for me as a child of God. I invite you to enjoy these verses with me; let them settle within, and you’ll be able to understand why these memories of times with my grandchildren have become “water2wine”.


So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal
— 2 Corinthians 4:18
Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.
— John 14:1-3
The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms...
— Deuteronomy 33:27
The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing..
— Zephaniah 3:17

Waiting. . .

It happened early on during our time at Longbow. My friend, Freda, came to the Ladies Summer Bible Study that I was hosting in my home that year. As well as her enthusiasm for the group, she brought along some Monarch butterflies in a screen cage that were “on their way”, so to speak. You’ll understand that better as my story unfolds. I was intrigued, and so when I learned that Monarchs need Milkweed, I asked her if she could bring me some from her yard. She could and she did, and the very next week a largish clump of Milkweed arrived which I promptly divided up and planted in various places in my yard. Milkweed, true to it’s name, grows like a weed, and I had it everywhere I planted it. Finally, I allowed it to thrive in only one area, and started praying that the Monarchs would discover it.


Discover it they did. In this our fourteenth summer at Longbow, I have to say that my prayers were finally answered above and beyond all that I could have asked or even imagined. Yes, there had been the promise of Monarchs a few years earlier, but the summer of 2021 was simply great.

This summer of 2021 necessitated a late start at Longbow due to the Covid travel restrictions that closed the Ontario border to us Manitobans. When we finally arrived in early June, the Monarch caterpillars were already in Milkweed munching mode, and things progressed steadily from there, providing lots of enjoyment for me and my visitors alike

Photo credit: Christine Rankel

The situation gave rise to many more prayers such as, “please God, protect those juicy caterpillars from the birds”, or, “thank you Lord, look at that fabulous perfect Monarch!” And then the inevitable, “please God, I would love to see a Monarch actually emerge.” My prayers were answered to the full-including the bonus sighting of a caterpillar shedding it’s final skin as it becomes a chrysalis. That green chrysalis eventually becomes beautifully black, studded with gold, and transparently exposing the orange and black striped wings that are being miraculously formed inside. It’s interesting that when the butterfly emerges, that same chrysalis is simply a bit of nondescript clear material dangling under the leaf where the new butterfly now hangs and waits for its wings dry before it naturally and confidently simply flutters away.


 

I’ve titled this story waiting, because I prayed and waited a long time for the Monarchs to find the Milkweed in my yard. Then I waited to observe each stage of the process. I waited and watched in hopes that I would see a Monarch actually emerge. And I learned something new about waiting. I have a friend named Carla who paints what comes to her mind when she prays, or reads the Bible. One day as she and I were praying together, the Lord revealed to us that as we wait for Him to answer our prayers, He’s waiting too. He’s waiting with excitement, because He knows how happy we’ll be when He sends the answer we’ve been waiting for. Shortly afterwards, when I saw this painting on her Instagram feed, I knew exactly what she meant.