Friday, 11 April 2014

Is it Well?

Well. The word that holds reason and conclusion together. The word that is cool, murky water below the ground. A hole in the ground. Like the holes in our souls.

Yet we know that those must be well, too.

We know it when we see them…the hurts and the lacks. We know what is wrong with this world…but who has the way to make it well?

There is a quote that travels through my mind these days. It falls like a lullaby…”all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”

I feel there are people who see wellness as a matter of theory. What works for you, what works for me – always something different.

Perhaps others feel there is no way there at all. Too hard. Too far.

And then there is the line that says, I was told by Jesus all was well…So all must be well.”

All must be well.

Perhaps it is no coincidence that the words of wellness I notice, are the ones that give us little room to disagree.

Could we be left no choice? Has the way already been set, and does it say Well? Is it something outside of ourselves? Something we can’t scrape up on our own?

We are not the fatalists, only living to throw up our hands in resignation.

But instead, surely, we must be the humble - who believe. Believe that there is confidence so sure, that the worst circumstances will not shake. Or if they shake the walls, the foundation is certainly safe.

And do we believe that when we say, “It is well with my soul,” that it is? No matter what we feel like, no matter what valley we walk.

For His love, and His covering, His assurance, is too deep to let us go.

Deeper than the reason for a conclusion. Deeper than the ice-cold water pulled up by the bucket. Deeper a fountain, than our cups will ever be able to hold.

So it is Him. And He will make all things well.

 
~Liv

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

What Liv Learned in March 2014

1. I reeeeaally can get tired of snow. Like the kind of tired that makes you panic at sight of a snowflake.

 

2. There is actually a special word to describe the "reconciling of God's character with suffering in the world." Theodicy is the word and the morning after reading some of Paradise Lost, I woke up muttering it.

It made quite an impression on me, apparently.

 

3. Watching Anne of Green Gables for the first time in a couple years always brings new insights and discoveries.

Such as...Gilbert Blythe's voice is so. high.

 

4. I was barely aware of their existence, let alone the theories. But it would seem that the Mound Builders are a 'pre-historic' civilization surrounded by controversy. Some say the mounds are the work of multiple cultures over time, others say the builders were a race of giants. And still others say that the theory of giants is only a Anglo-European bias against Native American's engineering skills.

 

Either way, the mounds are still beautiful.

 

 

 

And while we're on the subject of semi-conspiracy theory things...

 

Can someone please tell me what crop circles are?! For reals.

 

http://science.howstuffworks.com/science-vs-myth/unexplained-phenomena/crop-circle5.htm

 

 

And before I go...This.

 

 

 

 

Have a great month everyone!

 

 

xo Liv




Monday, 31 March 2014

What Millie Learned in March 2014

1. It is possible to get an OREO from your forehead into your mouth without using your hands. I have seen it done.

2. We have a rainforest in Canada. (Located in B.C., of course.)

3. Apparently this has been the worse winter (weather-wise) in our area since 1978. The height of the snow banks around here and the number of cancelled church services confirm this report.

4. Women in Victoria novels suffer from the most extreme fragility of health. One disappointment sends them into paroxysms of sickness. Perilous times!

5. The most nerve wracking thing in the world: Being responsible for deciding if all the food is hot enough before taking it out of the ovens at a potluck lunch.

6. There are so many little good things every day. It's just life. But accepting life as a gift makes all the difference.

7. There are some people out there with pretty awful names: Martin E. Marty, Mary Berry, and Rip Torn. Yep. Not even kidding.

Here's to a green April...Please, please, please!

- Millie

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

On Giving Thanks




      We made picture frames out of old barn boards, pulled right out of the rambling building that used to be glorious and now is decidedly not. And the boards were covered with aged manure.  I meant to chip or sand it off. At the time we joked that it was symbolic, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

     I embroidered “Give Thanks.” The words were etched in the middle of a pretty scene of a house and flowers. And I love it, by the way. Then, I punched this scene right into the middle of manure caked on dark stained wood. Did anyone say real life?

     It’s easy to give thanks when things are going in a way that meets our definition of good – when the harvest is great, the baby is thriving or you’ve just met the love of your life. These are good things and blessings and we ought to give thanks – and we do. These are moments of joy and we should let ourselves fall into a sea of praise and laughter marvelling at the providence of Him who gave us air to breathe.

     But what if the money in the bank is growing thin? What happens to joy when babies die, or are killed…when no eligible man is to be found within a twenty mile radius? Give thanks? This isn’t good. This isn’t a gift from God. Satan whispers “it’s a curse.” Can “no babies” be just as much of a blessing as a baby bump? If you choose to believe that God does not curse his children, if you choose to believe that “all things work together for good” then giving thanks never stops. It was read from the pulpit on a Sunday    Psalm 116: “I will offer to you the sacrifice of thanksgiving.”

      I will give thanks even when it hurts.  I will give thanks even when the car won’t start and I’m late already. I will give thanks when I fail tests. I will give thanks when the dirty laundry pile is higher than me. We live in a world where children are abused, people are killed for their faith, and words are flung like arrows to wound sensitive hearts. These are moments of sorrow and we should let ourselves fall into a sea of praise and tears wondering at the providence of Him who gave us air to breathe.
     Really? Give thanks in the midst of this dung caked world? Yes, really. Because thanksgiving is a form of prayer and prayer never stops. Prayer does not change God but it does change you. It changes tiny definitions of “good” and narrow views of providence. It does not make us happy all the time. It does not always take away sadness and anger. And death is always an effrontery.  But thanksgiving makes the difference between seeing the curse and seeing the blessing. Thanksgiving, with the work of the Holy Spirit, tears away the blinding scales off our eyes and makes us read and remember what comes before Psalm 116: 17 – “You have loosed my bonds.” Can we trust the One who saved us from hell and has promised everlasting life when the casserole is burnt to a crisp? Can we give thanks even when we don’t feel like it? (Begin by thanking God we don’t have to do this alone. The Spirit is there. Let him help.)

     And so I leave the frame caked with manure just the way it is, and the flowers stand out all the brighter. 
 
- Millie
 
 

 

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Imagine.

"The Christian is free to have imagination. This too is our heritage. the Christian is the one whose imagination should fly beyond the stars."
 
~Francis Schaeffer

Not only our freedom, but our heritage.

Imagination.

That thing that we cannot force through any door, and when it comes, it does not knock.

The stuff of dreams and flying with both feet on the ground. Fairy stories, ogres, Medusa and Jo March.

Some cry "lie," but are we sure? What is truth, but the first words, "In the beginning." Who saw? Yet we believe.

And when you think of what in all our souls we rise and sleep on - what have you actually touched?

The God became man. Real. But do we smell or taste forgiveness, sacrifice, atonement?

The very rocks we are built on, in fact, are the intangibles. There, but not there.

So then.

Why do we tell them, "no such thing?" Why don't we shoo the monster out of the wardrobe? Say "is that so?" rather than "it is not." Wonder aloud if the stars are singing.

Why shouldn't we teach them that the invisible can be true, and the untouchable real?

L'Engle says, "The world of fairy tale, fantasy, myth, is inimical to the secular world, and in total opposition to it, for it is interested not in limited laboratory proofs, but in truth."

The "real" world will rear it's head soon enough and we will know it...but it is Truth that sets us free.

So we train ourselves by grace to look past what we see, the Shadow Lands, to the ultimate Real of Heaven. What we now see in a mirror dimly, where a dwelling place is built on walls of beautiful, holy, invisible love and the perfect comes and the partial passes away.

Imagine.




~Liv

Thursday, 6 March 2014

In Which I Ask a Question

So I need your honest answers.

The question came to me as I glanced in the mirror on my way out the door...and maybe I caught someone's eye as they stood behind me...or maybe it was a twinge of adult conscience....

But does everyone smile at themselves when they look in the mirror?

And I don't mean a smug closed lipped affair...But like you're meeting yourself for the first time and you think you're cute.

Please tell me the answer is yes.

~Liv