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Saturday, September 23, 2006

My Buddy Ron


This is my buddy Ron sitting on the beach at Wasaga last August. It was Debbies birthday and Sue and I took the day off work. Deb invited 2 friends and I invited Ron and his daughter Rebecca.

Ron was a little leary of coming as he has a pretty bad time with Crones disease. It is a very debilitating condition. It makes it tough for him to travel. It also leaves him without a whole lot of energy as eating is painful and nauseating.

We packed a picnic lunch and with 7 in the van headed to the beach. My daughter and her friends got day passes for the slide ride and mini golf. We setup "camp" on the beach under a shade tree. Rons daughter Rebecca and I swam a lot in the waves. She had a whale of a time. I bought the girls a great big inflatable turtle. We had a lot of fun cimbing on and falling off.

The water is shallow then deep, shallow then, deeper, shallow then deeper still. In the deep spots, it was over Rebeccas head, and in the shallow spots it was OK for her to stand. I took her over the deep spot to get to the shallow spot. She was sitting on the turtle and I said to her. Now Rebecca, do you realize that the water is over your head? She said yes. I said, what would you do if you fell off? She said "paddle". I said, now you wouldnt need to fear or panic because I am here. She said OK and with that....JUMPED into the water. Thats not what I had in mind! She went down a few feet and then came bobbing to the surface, paddling to beat the band. Her angle was wrong so I swept my hand under her and lifted her legs. Suddenly she was swimming. She yelled out "LOOK AT ME!!!! I'M SWIMMING!!!! I'M A SWIMMER!" She kept shouting this as she paddled. I swept her up and put her on the turtle as she was obviously quite tired. She had the biggest smile! We cheered! It was golden!

It was at that moment that I realized that I had the blessed fortune of witnessing one of lifes great events. Like running behind the bicycle as your child learns to ride, or watching as your child ties thier shoes for the first time, or even when your child learns to "high five". There is that great big "self satisfaction" look they have. I felt like a million bucks!

Ron found himself a great spot where he could watch and read. He did have a great time. Its just that when I told him the story, I wished it had been him who had been there. I wish it would have been him who could have seen and experienced the look of sheer joy and satisfaction of his daughter. I felt very sad for him. That is certainly not the feeling he would want for me. He does not seek my sorrow. He was pleased for me, yet I know, he wishes it was him too. I feel in one sense that I stole a moment from him, and yet in another sense, felt so richly blessed by the moment. Ron revelled in my joy.

I like my freind Ron. It hurts to watch this disease steal from him. He is growing weary of the constant battle and I dont blame him. YET, through this he always smiles and thinks positively. He has taught me a lot about finding joy in difficult situations.

What is the secret you ask?

A personal relationship with God through Jesus Christ with the strength of the Holy Spirit.

Dear Lord God, thankyou for my friend Ron. Lord God I pray that You would heal him. Lord God I pray that You will continue to be his constant companion. Lord God please give us many more years as friends. Lord God help me to be a real and true friend to Ron. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Fly Be Free!















Fly!
Be Free!
You beautiful butterfly.
Praise God for His wonderous creation!
Praise God for transformation of life.

reminds me of a song by Bruce Cockburn

so as I,m walking
this prison camp world.
I long for a glimpse of
a new life unfurled.
chrysalis cracking
moistened wings un curled
like in the vision John saw
the vision John saw

i was a dweller by a dark stream
a crying heart
hooked on a dark dream
in my convicts soul
i saw your love win
and you showed me what you'd done

Jesus,
Thank You
Joyous Son

Monday, September 11, 2006

A Brand New Day

1Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. 2I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. 3And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. 4He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
5He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."
6He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. 7He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son.

I will trade my sorrow for joy in the Lord!
Today is A BRAND NEW DAY!

Saturday, September 09, 2006

The Great Canadian Fisherman


In desperate times we turn to desperate measures. I had to resort to a hook and worm so as not to get skunked on my last fishing trip. I was rewarded with this lunker. It is times like this that I really wonder about my passion for fishing!

Emerald Lake


My friend Ron and I hopped in my car and made the 5 hour trek up to Sturgeon Falls to visit a friend. Next morning we grabbed our Tim Hortons coffess and headed north 2 hours up a logging access road to the north west side of Lake Temagami. It was beautiful...except

I am not a good passenger and all the ups and down and rounds and rounds on that road caused my coffee to churn. I cried out..."pull over" as we came to this lake...Emerald Lake. I bound out of the vehicle and had a talk on the great white telephone.

Then I spied the dock. I told the guys I was out of commission for a bit and lay out at the end of this dock. I slept for what seamed like an hour. I could hear the water rippling and the loons. I felt peace and calm. It was so theraputic! That single hour felt like an entire vacation!

I want to go back.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Precious, Precious, Precious

precious
adj 1: characterized by feeling or showing fond affection for; "a cherished friend"; "children are precious"; "a treasured heirloom"; "so good to feel wanted" [syn:
cherished, treasured, wanted] 2: of high worth or cost; "diamonds, sapphires, rubies, and emeralds are precious stones" 3: obviously contrived to charm; "an insufferably precious performance"; "a child with intolerably cute mannerisms" [syn: cute] adv : extremely; "there is precious little time left" [syn: preciously]

Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious, Precious.....
There, I will never spell it wrong again