robin's journey

After my post last night, I have decided to make a conscience effort to write often on my blog, even if it is a short thought.  Warren Baldwin presented a good thought yesterday on why we might not blog often, "We simply do not schedule it in!" This makes sense.  I am currently working on a course on the Gospel of Matthew, a caution from the professor was to be diligent to schedule time to study and read as not to fall behind in the course.  Within ministry, study, creative habits such as writing, and living life we do need to be aware of our use of time, this has been my journey since January.  Some days I simply sit and forget all of the scheduling, which then leads to being behind! Or not writing or being productive at all, (at times this is healthy.) Tonight while reading the course notes on Matthew a paragraph stood out which I would like to share:  “So often when Christians accept Jesus as Savior and Lord they too want to accept him on their own terms.  Today’s equiv

What a morning this day ushered in, and now it is the afternoon, and the first thunderstorm of the year is creating amazing sounds outside!  The rain will hopefully wash away some of the dirt left from winter’s long white covering.  New life is welcomed. I must say, it will be good to see green cover the stark nakedness of the trees in my yard once again.  Rain…it does sound and smell inviting today.  I have been rather reluctant to write on my blog these days.  I have been asking myself numerous questions:  Why do I write?  Who do I write for?  Is there some deep ego driven reason why I need to write and post on a blog?  My conclusion to the questions is I simply like to write.  I enjoy the whole process.  No more fear. Learning to let go of fear, and simply do what comes naturally has been a process.  In 2 Timothy 1:7 the Apostle Paul reminds us that God did not give us a spirit of fear, but one of power, love, and self-control.  As usual this scripture comes to me regularly, remin

Belonging to a community of people--it seems over the years some disappear and no one knows where they went to or why they left.  Days, weeks, and months will go by without anyone asking how they are or how their souls are being nurtured.  It seems no one cares. Maybe I do not care enough? This is totally against what Jesus taught when he said, “Love your neighbour.”  Who is your neighbour if you do not even miss them when they are gone? I have been wrestling with the whole concept of loving one another and how is loving one another really suppose to look like in the context of church community.  How do we reach out when someone has left for a long period of time? Or reach out to those who are hurting? Or those who are lonely? Tonight when I arrived home from a long day of doing what I love to do, there was a message on my phone.  It was a delight to listen to the voice message from the leader of a small intercessory group which I belong.  She phoned to encourage me and edify my pa

This year was the first year I have worked almost full time, have a broken foot, and finishing a class, while trying to accomplish Christmas season tasks. Really this has been a journey of learning balance and creative ways to get things done or undone if that is the solution!  I have never baked butter tarts at six in the morning before, and I must say I actually enjoyed the peace and pleasure in creating something wonderfully sweet first thing in the morning.  During my baking time, I prayed, enjoyed the silence of my home, and felt an urge to write! So here I am, writing on the run (or multi-tasking) between baking tarts and getting ready for work. My home now smells like sugar and butter. What started this urge was a thought from simple living.  Following the picture below are the ideas I had after musing over the the simple thought.  I would enjoy reading your comments on the picture and quote. Real Simple "A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt."

A few weeks ago, my husband and I took a retreat away from the city to a cabin in the woods, by a lake--sounds like a strange thing to desire in the midst of winter, but is was truly amazing. I would take up the challenge again. Heating the cabin with a wood stove was interesting, we are not used to it and were concerned that if we let the fire go out the cabin would be to cold. It was so hot I could not sleep, and my husband did not sleep due to stoking the fire all night. Next time we will let the cabin become cold! Maybe we will try hot water bottles at the end of our bed. My husband had a hard time with no noise, for him it was way to quiet. I enjoyed the peace and stillness. The music in this video is choppy, the pictures, however are amazing. The music is by John Friesen. Love to all, Robin P.S I was tried of the brown blog...I was into having a new skin...here we go! Bright and joyful!

 Hi Everyone, I sure have not been faithful to writing on my blog.  I have been learning about silence and it seems to have rubbed off on my writing.  In November I hurt my foot, and life went into a whirl, tonight is the first time since October I have been on my blog.  It does feel good to write.  Thanks Angel for the invite to visit your blog, which lead me to finding The Robin Nest.  Robin is giving away free items on her blog, if you are interested visit her blog .  Even if you are not interested in free things this blog is worth visiting especially if you are the crafty type!  Blessings and love, Robin