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.

Tuesday, 13 September 2016


So it's the first morning of our annual getaway. Wayne and I have been doing this for three years now. Just the two of us - somewhere - for a few days of solitude. I've already been out on the deck of our current hideaway inhaling fresh air and listening to the babbling brook running past me. I've sipped coffee -made the old-fashioned way - in front of the fireplace, while leisurely reading my Bible. Then I just had a thought pop into my head and I voiced it to the Lord. “Well, it's three for three isn't it, Lord. Thank you so much for this.”
You see for three summers now we have needed this retreat more than I can express. Our life has tripped into an excessively busy season and we absolutely love it; but it requires downtime if we are to proceed at maximum potential. This pilgrimage to someplace that refreshes our spirits, rests our bodies, reboots our minds, and refuels our relationship, is of all things, most necessary. With our schedules we can't always plan ahead but in our home province during tourist season it is necessary to book ahead at all the places that are just right for our needs. For us that is not possible. For three years the Lord has handled our vacation itinerary and he has opened doors that were closed and padlocked to put us right where we needed to be to get what we needed most. I could tell you stories! In fact I did in earlier blog posts (and there are others). This year was no exception. This time we were able to book a little ahead at this place that caught our attention earlier in the year. When we arrived we learned that the Lord went ahead and “bumped us up” to deluxe accommodations (at no extra cost) and we are presently finding the refreshment we so needed.
And so here I am and I read: “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more valuable then they.” On that note I lay my head back on the sofa and look up to heaven to thank God for his goodness and this is the image I see.
Tears fill my eyes. It's a moment. Jesus whispers. “Joy, I care about everything that concerns you. I love you more than you can imagine. The evidence is all around you in the natural things you love so much - bubbling brooks and rustling leaves and singing birds. It's in the creature comforts that fuel you - back decks and fireplaces and cups of strong coffee. But most of all, if you keep looking up, you will see the deepest demonstration of my love for you - it's in the cross-beams.”
I'm overwhelmed by love; blood-drenched Calvary love. It has been my undoing and my redemption. Thank you for reminding me again today and I love you too, Lord!