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inside my winter house

1. It is snowing and/or raining again - I can't decide. We got hit with a nasty storm called a Nor'easter last night and this morning Dean almost got stuck in our driveway because there are 6 inches of wet slick white muck on it and the city snowplow had made that more like 18 inches of solid vanilla slurpee sludge at the end of our driveway. Today I am thankful for a house that keeps out cold wind and wet falling things. I am tempted not to venture outside, but I do have to mail something. By the way, this is not a picture of my house (though it feels like it today), it is a tent on the ice of Baie de Vaudreuil, taken February 28, 2007.

2. My ideas of hell are being challenged (not that I actually had really firm beliefs regarding this topic, I just avoid it mostly and try to focus on God). Interestingly enough, I wrote my thesis on this topic back when I graduated with my B.Th. and was commended for my good research but did not receive top marks because I failed to come to any real conclusions. The truth is...I don't know. The Bible is not conclusive on this topic and the glimpses we see of death and the afterlife and punishment and judgment have been too mixed with centuries of religious systematic theories for most people to be able to separate the two. I do know that hell has never been the point, but I also know that what I believe about hell will reflect what kind of God I believe in.

3. There is nothing like a good ole' Annual General Meeting to make you thankful and more aware of God being active and present and very much involved in every person's life in our modest church group. Last night the theme came through quite strongly that God is challenging us to trust him. Two men spoke of having their job security taken away this past year and realising it was God calling them to put their trust in him instead of their abilities. Two women spoke about making bad choices in relationships and realising that their value must come from God, not from how men treat them. I agree with Stephane wholeheartedly: not trusting God tires you out.

4. I dreamt about my cat, Tea, last night: One morning, I decided to put her outside and leave her there. She was out all day and returned home in the evening. The next day, I dropped her off in an unknown place and left her there (in real life, she NEVER leaves the house). We were driving around in the evening when we saw her coming towards our car from the side of the road. She had managed to find us and track us down even when we were driving! I let her in the car and I could see she had been in a fight as her ears were nicked and her fur matted and missing in places, but she seemed in good spirits and happy to see us. I realised that she would alway find her way back to us because she had a very keen sense of smell or whatever it was that allowed her to track us - she recognised where we were or had been. I thought it was a silly little dream until I started to write this and realised this also is about trust and being able to recognise and see God wherever he is and always make your way back to him.

5. I am drinking lemon and pear juice as I type - hmmmm, not my favourite combination of flavours, but a nice change.


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