but has a lot of stress at home and at work
This blog is named after my dog, Dino the wonder dog. Other than that, this blog doesn’t have a lot to do with him, except that some days, when I am just too busy or too tired or have a migraine, I let Dino write my blog for me. On days when he has not taken over the computer, I write about my life – the past, the present and the future - my travels far and near and my home. I would love it if you would follow along.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
The picture of health
but has a lot of stress at home and at work
Sunday, February 12, 2012
home for sale
“A time is coming and in fact has come when you will be scattered, each to your own home. You will leave me all alone. Yet I am not alone, for my Father is with me.” John 16:32 New International Version
This weekend, my daughter moved. Again. I may have lost track, but I think this is the fifth time that she has moved in a year. And I think that for all but one of those moves, I was there hauling something up and down the stairs. It seems she has a talent for finding places with many steep narrow steps.
I hope that this newest apartment she is renting works out as she signed a one year lease.
On the other hand, I have been living in this house for twenty-one years. I hate the thought of having to move. Being so entrenched in my house, I can’t imagine ever packing up and moving on.
It’s easy for me to say that this house is my permanent home, but it’s not. My permanent home is in heaven. And someday I will go there to live for all eternity with my heavenly Father. And there won’t be any heavy boxes to move up the stairs. Everything I need will be there waiting for me.
Lord, thank you for giving us places to live, food to eat, clothes to wear and all the other physical comforts you have supplied us with on this Earth. And thank you even more for preparing our places in heaven.
As I was on my way home from church just now, writing this blog in my head, I wondered what picture I would post. I had pretty much decided to borrow something off of the internet, when I drove past this sign, not a quarter mile from my house. I know that it seems so simple or that an unbeliever would say it was a coincidence, but for me it is one more way that God shows me He is there.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Just Visiting
As you may have heard, I am taking care of a friend’s cat for three months while she is working out of town. When she dropped off Brewster, she gave me his rabies tag along with a small collar she had just bought him. I’ve never had a cat wear a collar before, it never seemed necessary. To comply with his mom’s wishes, however, Brewster has dutifully worn his collar since coming here. It sets him apart from the rest of our cats, but none of them seem to notice. And when he goes back home the first of March, I’ll be back to having an all collarless cat collection.
Like Brewster, we Christians are set apart. Maybe we don’t wear a collar announcing our faith, but we still wear the mark of our Lord and Savior. And also just like Brewster, this is only temporary. We may fit in perfectly in this Earthly home. We have our beds to sleep in at night, our jobs to go to during the day. Most of the time we are very comfortable, but at times we wonder why we are here, why we feel like an outsider.
The first of March, Brewster’s owner will return for him. And someday, our Heavenly Father will return for us, we will leave this place and be taken to our eternal home.
Lord, help us to be patient with this place where we are. Help to realize that when we are faced with challenges and struggles, that this is all temporary. Someday You will call us home where we will live in peace for eternity.