From My Pen...

I'm a journaler. I like to journal about life, love and my Lord. I also love technology but busyness keeps me from being as tech-savvy as I'd like to be. This blog gives me a chance to play computer and learn a few new tricks along the way; all the while serving as my 21st century journal. A journaler is just a writer by another name and writing defines me almost as much as my faith does. I've always had a desire to blend my faith and my writing into a ministry of encouragement. This blog gives birth to that desire. Be blessed as you read these weekly devotions taken from the pages of my old-fashioned journal.

Friday, 27 November 2015

Good Friday Morning Friends!

This past week I was introduced to a new blogger who has developed a wonderful practice that I have decided to engage in. It's called Friday's Fave Five and it's an invitation to reflect on the week just past and share five favorite moments from your week. What a great way to help us discover gems of blessing amidst a week that may have been fraught with challenges. Here's my first FFF...

1. Not one but two loaves of homemade bread left in my car by two sweet friends - one loaf was a wonderful white and the other a delicious dark. Oh! And by the way, the white had a jar of homemade jam tucked in alongside of it!

2. The Church Decorating Bee - a day spent with some amazing people getting our sanctuary ready to celebrate the season. Above is my favorite moment. The crowning touch. When we proudly and prominently display the church's Nativity with the Reason for the Season front and Center!

3. An afternoon of pampering at my hairdresser friend's shop that resulted in a delightful new do that has garnered me many compliments already. Way to make a gal feel special. Did I mention that during the process she served me coffee and homemade sweet treats!

4. An amazing moonlit night to drive home by. Christmas carols playing and fresh fallen snow added to the ambience and began the preparation of my heart for advent.

5. Meeting with our Presbytery Pastors, sharing our hearts as well as business at hand, and then being treated to a meal and gifted with a coveted book by our gracious Presbyter!

All in all it was a week of favorites. When I started I wondered if it would be hard to come up with five. It wasn't. Instead, I have a whole bunch of others bouncing around in my brain. God is good! Have a wonderful weekend my friends.

To enjoy more of the same visit the FFF Hostess Site, Living to Tell the Story. 
Link is to the right in My Blog List. 

Wednesday, 25 November 2015


Hubby grew up around “the bay” - one of the hundreds around our island home. The folks from there would call this pile of iron cast-offs “grapples” with a unique pronunciation I have not been able to emulate. To hear it pronounced in baymen twang it sort of sounds like it ends in an o rather than l-e. We just called them anchors where I grew up. In any case when I saw this cluster of them up the side of a cliff I immediately knew why the term “rusty as an anchor” was coined. 
Given the location of the community that housed this lot and the wind and rough seas that beat upon its shores from the northern straits I figure they could still be put to good use. My guess is that these once anchored fishing gear in place in a time when fishing was the more prominent of our industries. No doubt in my mind that people “in-the-know” about such things will correct me if I'm wrong. The fact that they are gathering rust on land instead of in the salt Atlantic waters off our shore is a good indicator that the fishing is no longer the jewel in our industry crown. Alas, a few still make a decent living at it but, as we are apt to say here on The Rock, “she's gone b'y; she's gone.”
I didn't take this picture the first time I saw them but I was intrigued by the scene. It came back to my mind some months later during a worship service. One of our local laymen, who had not-coincidentally once fished for a living, was leading the service. I believe the grand old hymn in question was “I've anchored in Jesus.” You know the refrain quite well, as do I.
I’ve anchored in Jesus, the storms of life I’ll brave,

I’ve anchored in Jesus, I fear no wind or wave;
I’ve anchored in Jesus, for He hath pow’r to save,
I’ve anchored to the Rock of Ages.

Quite effectively this godly gentleman relayed the scene to us in such detail that, with eyes closed, I pictured myself in the very boat. He had been hard at the gear near a rocky shoal; so engrossed in what he was about that the winds sneaked up on him. He was at risk of being driven in on the rocks. Over went the anchor - it's purpose to keep him from potential tragedy. For some unfathomable reason, as he told the story, the image above shot right in my mind. When something like that happens I know God's got a lesson in it for me and I have to pursue it. I just can't let it go. 
I brooded over the image and my Christian brother's tale for a week or two before finally suggesting to hubby that we take a drive to the little northern community where I had seen this pile of iron some months before. They were right at the edge of the turnaround so when I asked him to stop for a picture he readily obliged. He's getting used to me doing that now and I have asked him to stop in much less convenient places so stopping here in this quiet out of the way spot was no biggy. I got the picture and I have been meditating on it, off and on, ever since. 
Some of you who by now, know my style and have figured out how my mind works, have already skipped ahead and finished the post for me. I'll wrap it up anyway. It's all about Jesus and anchors. How can it not be? 
Upon life’s boundless ocean where mighty billows roll,

I’ve fixed my hope in Jesus, blest anchor of my soul;
When trials fierce assail me as storms are gath’ring o’er,
I rest upon His mercy and trust Him more.

He keeps my soul from evil and gives me blessed peace,

His voice hath stilled the waters and bid their tumult cease;
My Pilot and Deliv’rer, to Him I all confide,
For always when I need Him, He’s at my side.

He is my Friend and Savior, in Him my anchor’s cast,

He drives away my sorrows and shields me from the blast;
By faith I’m looking upward beyond life’s troubled sea,
There I behold a haven prepared for me.

I've got it figured like this: to accept the reality of Jesus but to not have accepted His salvation, His love, His forgiveness; to know about Him but to not know Him in the context of personal relationship; to believe He exists but to not have placed personal faith in Him, to me, is akin to having your anchor tossed upon the shore instead of in the boat where it will do the most good. Whether or not you realize it you are out on the sea of life. Winds come up - winds of adversity. Rocky shoals appear out of no where - temptations that could dash you if you have no anchor aboard. Storms rage - our vessel gets battered and we wonder if we'll ever get through it. Let me remind you that Jesus Christ is a sure anchor. Peace with God, through faith in Christ, brings the peace of God. I love another chorus we sometimes sing in our church. It brings a good conclusion to my object lesson today…
There is peace in the midst of the storm-tossed life

There is an Anchor, there is a rock to build my faith upon
Jesus Christ in my vessel so I fear no alarm
He gives me peace in the midst of the storm. 

Friend, make sure you have your anchor aboard!

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

A Visit to the Loft

A Visit to The Loft in November constitutes an invitation to revisit thankfulness.
Being Canadian means Thankful Posts all through October -
Visit the archives below to read about it.
As I have been meeting my American counterparts at The Loft, while they express thankfulness, I'm getting to review my life for even more reasons to be thankful.
Today I've posting an image of some of my life's simple pleasures -
moments for which I am truly thankful.

It's the simple things in life that often bring the most joy!


Graphic by Kerry Messer