Sunday, 24 March 2013

Still Thankful?

It is truly hard to be thankful when things go wrong.

I was really thankful that my car got unstuck a few days ago, but now I am starting to complain.

I am a complainer. Maybe it is a human thing, maybe it's just me. But when Kal-Tire phones me and says that my car needs more work done to it than a simple wheel-alignment, I have the tendency to complain.

Apparently the guys that helped me to get unstuck a few days ago, good as their intentions might have been, probably should have known what they were doing before they helped. It turned out to be more harmful than helpful.

I know that God is always teaching me.

These past couple of hours spent with God have taught me that I can (and absolutely should!) still be thankful despite some minor costs in my life. I am still alive, still relatively healthy, still have a car to drive, still have enough money to pay for the things I need...etc. I know this list can go on for a while.

God is always faithful.

So I will pay the mechanics with joy and thankfulness. :)


Thursday, 21 March 2013

Thankfully Unstuck

My pride was hurt today. But not in a devastating way. More like in a gentle, caring sort of way. I was very thankful for it actually. Here's the story...

Every Thursday I pick up my friend Krystal and we go for coffee. We did that this evening, in fact, and the roads were treacherous. Like sheets of glass. Thankfully, I made it to Krystal's alright. Then the fun began.

We decided to travel on the Ring Road to get to a coffee shop in another part of the city. Blowing snow and insane ice was everywhere. I had to choose one or the other. I chose the snow covered lane and ended up really stuck in deep snow in a matter of seconds.

I had never gotten stuck before like this, which is why it damaged my pride a little. But Krystal and I made the best of it. Ok...it was kind of fun, an adventure if you will. We laughed, Krystal posted on Instagram, and we made some phone calls for help.

My brother graciously volunteered to come and help us and we happily awaited his arrival.

In the meantime many people stopped to offer us help. None too eager to stop traffic to pull us out. That is until a yellow van with a couple of good-sized men offered to help push us out along with another man who drove a Bell company van. They tried pushing but the car wouldn't budge. Then a nice young man came with his burgundy truck and offered to pull us out. Thankfully I had an emergency kit with a tow-rope inside. This guy was determined, he didn't mind the traffic. The yellow van took off and the guy with the Bell van proceeded to crawl under the car to hook up the rope. We were out in no time, thanking our helpers and contacting my brother to tell him not to come. From Krystal's house to getting unstuck was half an hour of time. Simply amazing.

I have to thank God for how this situation worked and for the people who live here. May He bless every person who stopped to check on  us (there must have been at least ten) and finally the guys who persisted to get us out. May God bless them all. 

Monday, 18 March 2013

The Often Forgotten Prize

"The prize is not marriage to another human. The prize is Christ. He has set you apart - for himself." - taken from Sanctification in the Season of Singleness by Carloyn McCulley on boundless.org



Monday, 11 March 2013

Prayer for Today

"Teach me, O LORD, the way of your
          statutes;
     and I will keep it to the end.
Give me understanding, that I may keep
          your law
     and observe it with my whole heart.
Lead me in the path of your
          commandments,
     for I delight in it.
Incline my heart to your testimonies,
     and not to selfish gain!
Turn my eyes from looking at worthless
          things;
     and give me life in your ways.
Confirm to your servant your promise,
     that you may be feared.
Turn away the reproach that I dread,
     for your rules are good.
Behold, I long for your precepts;
     in your righteousness give me life!"

- Psalm 119:33-40



     

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Peculiar Morning

So last night my sister asked me if I could curl her hair for her in the morning.

I told her that I would if she got up at 6:40.

She did.

So I began the curling process at 6:45 this morning.

I did one layer...

Two...

Then Hannah said she was feeling sick...

...this had happened before, she felt sick the last time I curled her hair...maybe it was the heat...

This particular time, within ten seconds of her mentioning her sickness she turned ghost white, stumbled towards the bathroom doorway, and fell over.

Pretty much fainted...minus the unconsciousness.

I did what any freaked out person would do.

I asked if she was ok, then asked her how many fingers I was holding up.

She answered correctly, then proceeded to get up and walk to my parents room and tell them what happened.

Turns out she needed to eat breakfast and drink water.

Then I finished curling her hair and we went off to school and work as usual.

That was my morning today.