The Thorn and the Rose -by Lois Macdonald

Heavy eyelids lifted ever so slightly, then abruptly closed in a desperate attempt to shield her thoughts from today’s demanding agenda. Daylight gradually escorted all lovely remnants of sweet dreams and wishful thinking out of mind, making room for unfinished business and what refused to be deleted from the “I would rather forget this” memory section. Not that she considered her life filled with unpleasantries. Quite the opposite. But she did agree, without prejudice, that the Apostle Paul’s belief, “that to keep me [Paul] from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh…” [2 Corinthians 12:7-8], held true for everyone. She concluded that she must have been leaning towards a very prideful life indeed if the tormentor chose to push her into the entire thorn-bush? It was a little comfort knowing that not a single person was exempt from this dreaded “thorn in the side” plight.

Sleep, however, seemed to be the one true sanctuary she could count on to provide rest for her festering soul.

The loud outcry of a nearby alarm broke any resemblance of calm into millions of shattered pieces before she could capture a single one. With a disheartened sigh, she slipped her toasty feet from under the snug duvet onto the cold tiled floor below. A new day had arrived.

 Who is this arch-enemy who jabs at our sides as a cruel reminder of our imperfections? Implanting visions of battlefields filled with failed diets, unused gym memberships, half-finished projects, broken promises and for extra effect, and last but not least, an exhausted flag of procrastination marking the vacation destination, whose brochure was abandoned long ago, now collecting dust? 

“I was given a thorn in my flesh.” Paul’s openness to share his thorn story gave her a spark of courage to look beyond the thorns today. Beyond the pain of her repeated defeats. She felt she could almost hear Paul cheering, saying “the thorns were never there to harm you.” “ The Creator has placed them there to keep the enemy from devouring you.” The sweet fragrance of rose petals filled her room.

As she left her home that morning, it was not the critical voice of the enemy she heard. It was the gentle voice of Jesus calling in the soft breeze, “Follow Me precious one.  For I am the Rose of Sharon, and you belong in My Father’s Garden.”

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AN INCANDESCENT LIFE -by Lois Macdonald

Without forethought or announcement, a spark suddenly ignites between two unsuspecting strangers. A chance encounter, or predestined event, either way, it is like a breath of fresh air or the feel of cool rain on your face after a long season of drought. Simply put, there is no need for friendship to be introduced, for its possibilities are not bound by protocol, or ever forced. No balloons or extravagant invitations are necessary. However, in that moment of truth, an engraving is forever tattooed on your heart and a new friend moves in.
It should be considered the 8th wonder of the world.
Miraculous because this new confidant can already finish your sentences, laughs and weeps at the exact moments you do and helps you take out the old baggage from your past. In other words, they fit like the comfortable slippers you’ve never tired of.
My question is this. Would a waterfall cascading down a mountainside be as brilliant if there was no one special to share it with? Or the sea rolling back and forth, according to its Divine conductor. Surely its Creator did not selfishly hide it away as part of his private collection.
I believe its true value is discovered in the sharing of its beauty between those we love.
Friendship is that spark that ignites the heart, making it shine even brighter! An incandescent life.

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SHE HAD FEW REGRETS -by Lois Macdonald

She had few regrets and could honestly say, that her life had been well spent. For seldom had she squandered her hearts desires and dreams, by hiding them safely under a sea of blankets. Instead, she ushered each and every one into the scrutinizing light of day. Refusing to leave them behind in a drawer of, “what ifs?” The home of lost causes or possible embarrassment. Instead, being a woman of few regrets, she chose to collect her stumbling stones, using them to build a superior view of tomorrow’s undefeated possibilities. 

Neither her shy demeanor or her introverted tendencies dared imprison her spirit of curiosity. For it was constantly fuelled by her passion for solving puzzles and riddles. A new mystery would keep her captive well into the wee hours of the night. With the precision of a fine surgeon, she would skilfully untangle the common denominators until unmasking the culprit. While the ending was seldom a surprise, usually more of a silent, “I thought so” it helped to confirm her belief that only the omnipotent Creator and Author, could ever unravel this mystery called life. Needless to say, this conclusion led her to believe in miracles with the same convictions she had as a child.

The addition of years had stretched and matured her faith. As of late, she could taste a rich sprinkling of peace during the rainy seasons that came her way. Time had taught her, and with few regrets, that a sweet course of rainbows and golden honeyed sunshine would invariably follow each storm.

This life full of purpose shook her sleepy head each morning and held it high long into the midnight hours. That was her secret remedy for living without regret. Still, if she had to choose one, it would be that there was never quite enough time to finish all she envisioned for the day. 

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TODAY’S GOOD NEWS -by Lois Macdonald

Astrologers study the stars, while their children wish upon stars and Three Wise Men followed a star to Bethlehem, 2,000 years ago. Searching for what?  Wishing for what? What were the Magi hoping to find in the little town of Bethlehem? “Good News” naturally. Everyone wants evidence that “Good News” will somehow touch their lives. To believe that anything is possible through faith, even a minuscule amount. Jesus confirmed this possibility, stating that “…If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matt. 17:20.

We are all searching for proof that miracles are possible in today’s unsettled world. We need to believe that we have a purpose for getting out of bed, day after day. Well here are “Today’s Headlines.” You and I are part of a miracle! We were chosen by God to be here this very day, exactly as we are.“For he (God) chose us in him (Christ) before the creation of the world.” Eph. 1:3. Therefore we have been created out love, because,“God is love.” 1 John 4:16. So whenever we feel that we are wasting our lives away and just taking up space, we need to be reminded that our Father has created us for a special purpose.“…For it is God who works in you to will and to act to fulfill his good purpose” Phil. 2:13. He desires that we rejoice in the knowledge of how very loved we are, to believe in His Son Jesus, and to share that love with those around us. So, “Shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life…” Phil. 2:15. For, “…I (Jesus) am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.” Rev. 22:16. 

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The Ravine -by Lois Macdonald

The early morning rays began filtering through the milky veil that had draped and hidden the ravine, only a stone’s throw away from my bedroom window. This misty blanket had lovingly sheltered the woodland residents throughout the long hours of pounding rains and harsh winds. A steady beam of light began searching through the aftermath, laying bare an exhausted and slightly bruised landscape. The sun’s skillful hands gingerly dried each drenched cedar, as a familiar voice whispered to the forest babes, “It’s safe to come out now.” Without reservation, they scurried to play in the fallen leaves piled in random heaps on the mossy floor below. An explosion of sounds broke through the still air, as furry friends chattered and feathered neighbors chirped all the while helping the woodsy evergreens and sweet lily of the valley roll out a brand new welcoming mat. Surely this intoxicating pageant was the gateway to Heaven, itself? Admiring this comical, yet tranquil scene, I smiled inwardly. It was hard not to envy the innocence and serenity of the ravine inhabitants. Sadness began brewing its first cup of the day. Lost in its ebony reflection, I mulled over how sweet life would have tasted, if not for Adam and Eve. The “Spoilers.” Choosing to shake hands with the devil himself, as they recklessly opened the door inviting doubt and shame into the Garden of Eden. As if adding insult to injury, the sun rose a wee bit higher, just enough to unmask the zillions of dirty water specks staining the glass panes that separated my messy life from these untainted ones outside. A gust of wind tapped ever so lightly on the window sill as if sensing my already fragile disposition. A soothing voice announced, “It’s safe to come out now,” and added my name! Why the Spirit of God chooses one moment over another to speak, is a mystery. But in that split second, as if waking from a deep slumber, I heard and recognized His call. He revealed to me that Love was the thread connecting Heaven and Earth, nature, and humanity and that I was woven into His grand design. My life had a purpose! As I listened to His voice, he explained that I never need to be afraid, for he would never be more than a stone’s throw away.

“He tends his flock like a shepherd. He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart…” Isaiah 40:11 NIV. As I made peace with our Creator that morning, I immersed from the stronghold that had held me captive for most of my adult life, and without reservation, began spreading my wings. by Lois Macdonald

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