January 8, 2009
The Perfect Sunny Spot
December 15, 2008
Discipline and Training bring Transformation
For the Lord corrects and disciplines everyone whom He loves, and He punishes, even scourges, every son whom He accepts and welcomes to His heart and cherishes. You must submit to and endure correction for discipline; God is dealing with you as with sons. For what son is there whom his father does not thus train and correct and discipline? Now if you are exempt from correction and left without discipline in which all of God's children share, then you are illegitimate offspring and not true sons at all. Moreover, we have had earthly fathers who disciplined us and we yielded to them and respected them for training us. Shall we not much more cheerfully submit to the Father of spirits and so truly live? For our earthly fathers disciplined us for only a short period of time and chastised us as seemed proper and good to them; but He disciplines us for our certain good, that we may become sharers in His own holiness. For the time being no discipline brings joy, but seems grievous and painful; but afterwards it yields a peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it [a harvest of fruit which consists in righteousness -- conformity to God's will in purpose, thought, and action, resulting in right living and right standing with God].
October 5, 2008
Heart issues
August 21, 2008
Being A Blessing
Let me tell you a story about my most recent experience with blessing others. I was walking my dogs and talking to God as I like to do. I was asking God to place someone in my path again that He could bless through me. It was either that same evening or the next when my neighbor was knocking at my door. She said, “I hear you know who owns a ferret in the neighborhood.” I told her I do. She went on to tell me that she had a ferret visitor. She and her husband were watching television downstairs. Her Husky was in the basement with them cooling off as it was a very hot evening. She saw an animal peering in and scratching at her basement window. She asked her husband if it was a weasel. She mentioned how lucky this ferret was because if her dog had been outside, which he usually is, he would have killed it as he kills any small animal that enters the yard. She showed me the ferret which she had captured and placed in her large dog kennel. I took the ferret off her hands and brought him home with me.
I knew who owned this ferret. I had returned this ferret to the owners twice previously and I told myself if I found him loose a third time I would not be returning him as they are clearly not taking good care of him. I also knew from previous reports from various neighbors that had spotted him scratching at their basement windows wanting to come inside, that he had been neglected. I have a real heart for animals and I cannot stand to see an animal being abused, mistreated, neglected or abandoned.
When I brought him home with me, I had every intention of keeping him only for the weekend until the SPCA was open. I knew his chances of being adopted would be good since he is an exotic pet and very friendly. Once I brought him into my home, I found out he was not litter trained. I guess if he was roaming around outside all of the time he wouldn’t be. Since this ferret did not come with a cage, I had no way of containing the area in which he roamed in my home. I would be cleaning up one puddle only to turn around and find another. I had to keep my eyes on him at all times. This was not easy and this was time consuming.
Now I had to figure out what ferrets eat. I joined a ferret forum online, found out what he eats and bought him some food. He would not eat it. It seems that he has never been fed ferret food and does not recognize it as food. I did, however, find him scrounging around inside my cupboards looking for scraps of food to eat. Surprise, surprise, he can open and close cupboard doors with ease....lol. Sadly, I have a feeling this is how he survived in his previous home when he wasn’t hunting for his own food outside.
He was malnourished and needed some nutritious food as quickly as possible. Luckily, the ferret forum coached me through this process and told me I had to make him “Duke Soup.” No, it is not made with ducks, it is actually a chicken soup with ferret kibble mixed in and liquified in a blender. Then I had to roll him up tightly in a towel, fill a syringe with duck soup, pry his mouth open and force it down his throat. Lucky for me, after he tasted the duck soup, he decided it was good and he started to lick it off the syringe as I squeezed it. He now eats it off of a plate. Now I have to gradually wean him off the duck soup until he will eat his regular dry kibble. The SPCA would not have had the time to do any of this. During this feeding process we bonded, I fell in love with the little guy and could not give him up.
You may be asking yourself what all of this has to do with being a blessing to someone. I do believe that when I asked God to send me someone He could bless through me, he sent me “Duke.” My son has since named him Duke. He gets this name because he makes a ferret sound called “dooking.” Yes, I believe that God wanted me to care for this ferret. He did, after all, create him and he knew that I would have the patience, time and ability to meet his needs and nurse him back to health. I must say, this is the first time God has ever placed a furry critter in my path when I have asked him to show me someone I could bless.
A couple of weeks later, Duke was trying to play with one of my cats. My cat slapped him and poked him in the eye. After a visit with the vet, I found out his eye had been punctured and he was now blind in this eye. Poor Duke. He survives the elements outside: rain, wind, cats, dogs, trains, traffic and who knows what else only to come into my home and lose his eye. The vet informed me that he needed his eye removed as soon as possible and in the meantime I had to administer two different types of eye drops, one to prevent infection and one for pain relief. She also informed me that the surgery for this, which would be done at the University Small Animal Clinic, would cost anywhere between $600-1000. Money I don’t have. I felt so bad for poor Duke. I began to question myself and wonder if I did the right thing by keeping him, maybe God had wanted me to return him. I started to feel guilty and sad.
At this point I ran to God with my problem. I gave it all over to him. I told him I was feeling guilty, sad, bad and overwhelmed with the impending surgery and the costs involved. I told Him I was questioning whether I did the right thing by keeping him. I told Him that the devil was telling me it was all my fault and that I was supposed to return him, etc. As quickly as I ran to God with my problem, He answered. He said, “Remember in my Word how I said, “It is better to lose an eye than for your whole body to be thrown into hell?” Well, in this case, it is better that Duke loses his eye than his entire life. He would have suffered a worse fate than this had you not taken him under your wing.” Immediately I was filled with peace and I knew I had heard from God.
I picked up the phone and called the University to do some price research of my own. I left a message for one of the doctors to call me. When he returned my call, I asked him how much it would cost to have an eye removed for a ferret. He told me between $150-200. I was in absolute shock. This price was much lower than the price the vet had given me earlier. I asked him if he was sure. He put me on hold, went to double check and returned, assuring me that was the correct price. I could not believe it. I was in awe. I knew God had taken care of the situation. As quickly as I gave it to Him, He took care of it. How awesome is that? Duke has since gone to the University to have his eye examined for surgery. The vet there didn’t see any need at that time to remove his eye, but wanted to see him in a week or so. She said 99% of the time their eye has to be removed, but Duke could be in that rare 1%. Through this process, God was also teaching me how to cast my cares onto Him.
The very next day I was reading my “Daily Bread” devotions for the day. The title was perfectly suited for what I was going through. Nevermind the title, the whole devotion was relevant to my situation. God often uses the “Daily Bread” devotions to send me confirmation about something that is going on in my life. It was titled, “Finders Keepers,” isn’t that funny? It talked about how sometimes when you see injustice or abuse going on around you and you look for someone to do something about it and then you realize God is looking at you to do something about it. Just as Moses was God’s answer for the slavery of His people in Egypt, I was the answer for the neglect and abuse that was going on with Duke. Of course, my situation is on a much smaller scale but you get the idea. It went on to talk about how God places us in unique circumstances where our abilities match the problem that He wants to fix. I received the message loud and clear, this “Daily Bread” was my confirmation that I did the right thing by Duke.


July 28, 2008
God Wants To Be Included In The Big And The Small Decisions
On Friday evening, January 4th, 2008, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading through the classifieds. I decided to see if there were any Treadmill’s for sale. I had been wanting a treadmill for awhile. When my friend Terry had asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I told him money because I wanted to save up to buy myself a used treadmill. He was kind enough to oblige. I stashed his money away until the time came to buy a treadmill. I wasn’t normally looking in the paper for treadmills because I knew if I found one, I wouldn’t have enough money to buy it yet and I knew I needed someone to go look at it for me and pick it up.
This particular Friday evening I decided to look anyway. I found one new ad that was selling a treadmill. On Saturday morning, I decided to call and get some details. It was a year old, never been used, just sitting in the basement. It was a free spirit sears model. It had all sorts of features, a fan, pulse, calories, miles, up to 10/mph, up to 10% incline, cup holder and book holder. It was also a fold up type. I looked up similar models in the Sears catalogue. It looked like it would be a very nice treadmill.
They were asking $800.00 o.b.o. It was originally $1,300.00. I asked her if she would take $600.00 cash. She said if someone I know had a truck and could come and pick it up then sure. This was a good price I felt. I thought about it some more. I was still unsure as this is still a large investment for me. I also wanted to be sure I don’t buy something that won’t work very well or something I won’t use much.
I decided to pray about it. I didn’t know if the Lord would help me with this decision since it isn’t all that important. I prayed about it anyway and asked Him if he could let me know if I should go ahead with this or not and then I put those thoughts aside.
Now it was time to read the daily devotions with Justin. Justin read the scripture part from his bible and I began to read the “Daily Bread” part. This is how the devotions began for this particular Saturday morning:
I walked as fast as possible. Worked up
quite a sweat, in fact. After about a mile,
I broke into a jog and then ran as hard as
I could. Finally, after about 25 minutes, I
stopped. My heart was pounding, my shirt
was soaked, but I had gone nowhere, I had
just done miles on the treadmill.
I could not believe what I was reading. The very day I prayed about confirmation on whether I should buy this treadmill or not and there it was in black and white. I was somewhat surprised that the Lord had answered my request for help on this decision. God so often uses the devotional stories from “Our Daily Bread” to answer my questions or speak words of encouragement to me. This was the confirmation I needed.
I went ahead and made the plans. Gerry (ex-husband) had a truck and he was willing and available to pick it up the next morning. I had enough money since my GST cheque had also came in which is like unexpected cash, cash I don’t rely on. Everything fell into place very nicely; I knew it was blessed by God. They could have easily sold it before I had a chance to send Gerry over there. They could have refused to lower their price.
I am now the proud owner of a very nice treadmill. Now I can keep up my walking regime over the winter. I have placed it close to the TV and I like to walk while watching TV or reading.
God is so amazing and so good to me. He is my loving father and I am so glad I can go to Him and ask Him for help in not only my major life decisions but also in all of my decisions. I am so blessed.
If you have ever wondered if God cares about the seemingly smaller decisions in your life, He does, He absolutely does. He wants you to include Him in every part of your life, every moment of your life, big or small.