Monday, May 12, 2008

Mother's day




Ok, I'm not a mother of 2-legged kids, but I do have three 4-legged babies who are my life. God gave me Hamish, who chose me (rather than me choosing him) when I visited the Upper Credit Humane Society. He just sat in the cat room, watching me while I visited with the other kitties, and then deigned to allow me to visit with him....after that I was hooked, and he found his forever home!
Rebus and Fiona, along with their sister were dumped at the Halton Regional Police station in Georgetown. They were only 4 weeks old, and needed to be hand-raised by foster parents, before they could be adopted.

Hamish isn't too happy with the kittens, at times he tolerates them and occasionally will give them little lovies. For the most part however, he acts like a curmudgeonly old uncle, hissing at them when they get in the way, and most of the time they seem to shrug it off. On the odd occasion both Hamish and Rebus get into it, and Hamish has gotten some nasty scratches on his nose. If they'd only sit still when I try to trim their nails, that wouldn't happen! But do they listen to me? Oh no.....that would be too easy for me, and goodness knows making my life easy just wouldn't do!

My furniture is shredded, covered in hair (hey, that's why they call it FURniture), and there are always little bits of litter tracked through the house. But when they come running to meet me when they hear the key in the door, and all three of them end up on the bed with me at night, that's when I know I'm blessed. God may not have wanted me to have children of my own, but he showed me how to love when he gave me my three furry babies.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Mum and Dad

I miss them a lot, but I figure this is what they're doing up in Heaven. Watching the neighbours go by, telling bad jokes to anyone within earshot, tossing a ball to our dogs who met them at the Rainbow bridge...Susie, Midget, Crystal, Penny and Skipper. Our cats Whiskers and Woo-Si are probably just sunning themselves in God's celestial garden, waiting for their staff (aka mum and dad) to give them a cuddle and a treat!

Friday, May 2, 2008


Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee

A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, ' Tell me what you see.' 'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.
When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?