spiritual growth

Immovable!

28 March by Patricia Day

I needed to shampoo my hair, but the shampoo would not cooperate. I had shaken the container once, twice and more times – each shake progressively more vigorous than before; but the shampoo remained unmoved inside! I wanted to give it freedom; admittedly a freedom to benefit me. It reminded me of times when I [...]

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Empty Shoes

19 March by Patricia Day

In church yesterday, a little boy fidgeted in his seat.  He wanted to move to another place rather than sit quietly in his seat.  As minutes ticked by he gave up his efforts and resolved instead to remove his shoes.   I suppose he thought if he couldn’t walk then why keep them on?  So off [...]

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Storm Clouds

15 March by Patricia Day

Today, the day began with a storm; actually a thunder and lightning storm!  In March!  In Ontario! The weather this winter has been very different to what we normally receive.  There have been few snow storms – I can count them on one hand – and so a thunderstorm this morning really came as no surprise. [...]

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Shelter from the Storms

13 February by Patricia Day

Life can deliver some pretty horrendous ‘storms’.  Storms of nature can often be survived, by taking shelter inside or under sturdy structures that will not succumb to the powerful forces of nature. Psalm 55:1  Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!  For my soul trusts in You; And in the shadow of [...]

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

22 November by Patricia Day

Did you know this? From 1558 to 1829, Roman Catholics in England were not permitted to practice their faith openly.  Someone during that era wrote this carol as a catechism song for young Catholics.  It has two levels of meaning:  the surface meaning plus a hidden meaning known only to members of their church.  Each [...]

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Get Out of My Way, I Want Queso

26 October by Hariette Petersen

Hoots, whoops, and cheers filled the room when I told my granddaughters I would make them some queso and chips.  ”You can make queso?  I wanna help?”  Haylee pushed a stool up to the kitchen counter.  ”Me, too.  Me too!”  Kinsey grabbed another stool and pushed it up into the corner of the counter, smack dab in front [...]

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