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Antiques and Adventures: A Moment in Time

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Whew! Another week has flown by! Yet time is like that, isn’t it? Especially when you get older and you’re moving “downhill”, shall we say. My current update is the same as last weeks: pallets are still on the driveway, coop still needs cleaning, and we have one out of two porch rocking chairs stained. The status of these projects hasn’t changed much in seven days. We did get a few things in the barn and tidied up before the snow flies, but the leaves are still falling. It’s actually quite sunny out today and I’m not really thinking about snow at all yet. It will be here soon enough, though.

Let’s get back to fall, though, shall we? I had a beautiful fall drive the other day through the countryside to pick up our little grand baby. He’s getting so big now… will be a year in a couple months. There’s time flying again. Really flying when you think of all the milestones a little one goes through in a year. From helpless newborn to walking, talking toddler, to helpless teenager again. Did I say that out loud? Ooops. Nevermind. I suppose we can say that time certainly doesn’t stop for anyone on this journey through our earth exsistance.

Anyway… back to my fall drive. The colours were fabulous. Golden hues mixed with brown undertones, a clear, blue sky and a winding road through little rural towns decorated with orange pumpkins and the odd farm stand of weathered wood and hand drawn signs. Post card perfect. Even for the end of the season. Once car seats were switched and snacks were handed out, I headed off home again. Grand baby and I stopped at an antique shop on the way, just to break up the journey. I was a little nervous taking a baby through a narrow aisled shoppe filled with old glass jars and pottery, especially one in an old dairy barn with a cracked (and slanted) floor. He’s a little angel though, and happily ate his cheese bagel in the stroller as I dodged in and out of the booths checking price tags.

Antiques are a funny thing. I don’t claim to be an “antique-r” but I love to look. Why do we pay so much for something so old? I’m a sucker for mason jars, and have a large collection. Still, I stop and look at the price of every jar filled with marbles. I have no idea why. I also wander through such places and think, “if I put that old window frame up on my wall, it is certainly gonnna look weird and not at all like that one in the magazine”. I even have the old century farmhouse now where such things are expected… but my decorating skills are not anywhere near the magazine people. And so I wander through antique barns checking price tags like I know what I am doing.

At the very last booth, however, I did discover two little ceramic birds. I have been craving these for some time now. They aren’t even antiques, likely. I’ve seen similar in those potpourri gift shoppe places. The price tag always deters me. These birdies, however, had a price tag on the bottom of $5.00! So, I hummed and hawed for a second, do I need them? They are a good price, so I wandered off with them to the counter.

My new little “vintage” birdies

I chit chatted with the guy about the weather, these little birds, and how I had been looking for a pair, and how cute grand baby was with cheese bagel stuffed face. He tells me they were $5.56 total. I originally thought they were $5 EACH. So, I am very sorry, nice antique guy, but I didn’t say a single thing, nor question your final price, except that we still had a bit left over for coffee … and I bubbled inside that I now had a great deal (It was mixed with a little guilt I didn’t question him, I’ll admit it! But that’s on the store owner right? The price tags were clearly labelled…)

I suppose at this point, I should muse about being honest. Perhaps speaking truth. Perhaps how our glorious Creator gives us the fall season to rejoice in. Okay, I’ve mentioned all of those things. Yet my thinking originally lead me to “time” for this post. An antique store certainly makes you question time. You literally look at pieces of history from a time past: glass mason jars for canning or marble collections. Movie posters and antique record albums. Rusty farm tools. Real wood furniture, pottery crocks, milk crates and bottles. Baskets, fur coats and license plates. Pieces in time.

My little birds are perhaps “vintage” but likely not real antique. I don’t think they serve any purpose besides sitting on a shelf to make me smile. Still, they will remind me of when a bagel eating grand baby was with me, and how he’s growing so fast. How warm the sun was on that day, and how I need to get going on those porch chairs. How God gives us limited time. Yet, for every waking minute and second of that time, He watches over us, as He does the tiny sparrow. And only He knows when our time is up. When His plan for us is complete and time will move forward with others stepping up to the plate.

Do you love an antique shop, my friend? Or do you love a modern coffee shop and bagel? Either way, it’s an outing with a friend. Or a grand baby. Or a spouse. Or a parent. This week, I’m reminded that time is special. Preserve and cherish it. For not unlike the price tags of antiques, the cost is usually high, but if you get a deal, don’t say too much: Just enjoy it.

God’s Heart for People: Insights from a Montreal Visit

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Greetings from Montreal, Quebec, Canada! The hubby and I have escaped for a few days and are staying at a really cute little place in the heart of Montreal… country folks back in the city. Admittedly, I don’t miss it. It’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t wanna live here. Too many cars, too much traffic of said cars (okay Montreal-ers are crazy drivers, I know) and the people are everywhere. And the only chickens we saw were the ones deep fried in a bucket to go. Nonetheless, it was worth the sore feet to tour through old Montreal and enjoy the hustle and bustle for a change. Street vendors, your pick of food, (including two giant farmers markets with European meats and cheeses!) and the sights and smells of city life. Montreal has some great churches, building rich in history and beautiful to look at. It was good to see a collection of diverse faces and the sounds of many languages and cultures for a change.

Like the story of the country mouse and the city mouse, each place has its pros and cons, but as the mice discover, home is always best. Yet, the visit had me thinking about cities. Big, diverse, bustling cities. Of course, I grew up in the “city” and should be used to the chaos. I learned how to drive with traffic in winter. I do miss the conveniences of city life: a shop on every corner for quick pick up of milk and coffee. Don’t like this selection of shoes? You can find another store just around the bend. No car? The transit system in most cities will get you to where you want to go. And the culture of a city. Yup, people. People from every walk of life and every level of education.

Perhaps a little taste of heaven? Every colour skin and language, all praising God in the way they know best. I’m sure it will be cool when we get there! Not that I’m ready to go just yet, but it will be cool when we do get there… I hope God lets us all cook our favourite foods in Heaven. Can you imagine Pho noodles or an authentic Italian pasta in Heaven ?! Fabulous!

Anyway, I digress. I was thinking about “cities” in Bible times. Unlike now, people rarely traveled out of their own space, and if they did, it wasn’t far. Yet, big cities would have similar characteristics: people of diversity with busy businesses and a way of life reflecting that city culture. Paul talks about it. He traveled enough to see the sights. Ships similar to the current means of transport that we saw on the great St. Lawrence in the old port in Montreal. Okay, maybe not shipping containers littered with graffiti, but I’m sure there were trunks and wooden containers piled high with the same stench of rotting fish as we experienced.

Still, above all the sights and sounds comes the target of God’s heart: the people. At one point on our one-too-many tours, I sat resting my ever aching feet and marveled at all the people. Tourists, like us, wondering around the streets. I wondered about how many knew that God loved them. How many people sitting in the great cathedrals of Montreal knew that God didn’t need their lit candles and silent prayers in gold lined alters. He wanted their hearts and a relationship with them. I wondered if the families sharing breakfast with us knew that God watched over their travels as He did ours. Or the young girls who served us were aware that God sees their devotion and cares about their work. Or the homeless folks sleeping on park benches knew that He cares about them, too.

My mind is reminded about people when I go to the cities. I think about it, but rarely does my heart follow the thoughts long enough to actually do something about it. Admittedly, my faith is weak in this. I don’t have a heart for people as some do. I don’t cry out for justice for the homeless or care for the poor in the ways I should. Jesus stood at the footholds of Jerusalem and wept for its people. He cried over the hearts of the people who were so lost in their sin, and the “ways of the world” that are so rampant in our cities still. May He soften my heart for them, too. May a vacation to “the big city” change my heart for not only all the people in the crowds there, but for the few in my circle here at home too.

Passenger Princess

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Are you a passenger princess? One of those people who does day trips in style? With the snacks, water bottles, playlists downloaded and the car find games all ready in separated little zip lock baggies for each of the kids? Or do you get in and hope there’s gas enough to get you there? I must admit, on any given day I could be either one of those people. This weekend, the hubby and I had a Saturday to ourselves, so we spent most of it in the car. We ran a lot of errands, picking up this and that, stopping to look at a few spots (including a church sale where I thrifted some great stuff… but that’s a different story). Around here, in order to get pretty much anywhere, you need a reliable vehicle. I have become a passenger princess most times.

It’s a funny thing, driving. Do we take it for granted? Do we remember it is a privilege which not everyone enjoys? Do we take advantage of the tools we have? I think most of us rely on our GPS now. I know I certainly do. Then again, I was one of those “print out the full map instructions before you go” people back in the day, too. I like to know where I am going and what the roads are like and how long it’s going to take to get there… then I can plan those snacks accordingly! 🙂 Our youngest is learning how to drive and she so hopes for the independence soon. Not that she may ever get the car… but, you know, hopes and dreams. I’m discovering I’ve forgotten a lot of the “rules” as she learns… can you change lanes in a roundabout? How many demerit points in not forcing a passenger to wear their seat belt?

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Out here, there are a lot of different vehicles on the roads: cars, a whole lotta trucks, ATV’s and giant farm vehicles that go oh so slow (especially when you get behind them on your way to church!). I think driving is not only a valuable skill to have, but gives you so much more things to learn… patience for example. I lived in the city my entire life… but in less than a year, I have discovered city traffic is very stressful! There is something precious about taking your time. There is also something I noticed here that is not always possible in the crowded city. Emergency vehicles are much more respected. The rule is to move as far to the side of the road as you can in order to let the emergency vehicles passage… not always possible on a six lane highway packed with cars; but on two lanes, most times you have the chance to pull over and stop or significantly slow down. I always say a quick prayer for those involved, as we’ve needed an ambulance on occasion. My heart aches for the uncertainty of the “victims”. When you are aware, you have more time to think about it.

And then there are the other things that share the road. It’s time for snapping turtles to lay eggs… and we met our first one digging around in the gravel road preparing her nest the other day. There are several warnings around the lake to watch out for wildlife. I’m yet to meet a bear, but the hubby met several deer a while ago… which, in turn, forced us to buy a new vehicle. (Also another story for another time…). Foxes, stray dogs, skunks, many a squirrel or chipmunk, the odd cow or chicken crossing the road. The farmers are the slowest ones, though. Patience.

Watch Out for Turtles!

Many times, I have tagged a mittonmusing post as “faith journey” or “spiritual journey” related, because so often my musings and thoughts revolve around this journey we are all on. The ebb and flow of the road we travel, the people we meet, the hills and valleys we travel along and the times we need to slow down and pray for those around us. It really is similar to a day trip in the car. Are you prepared with snack and games for the journey? Which really means: have you planned?! Do you have a final destination in mind? Do you know where you will end up? I trust you do. And I encourage you to talk to someone if you’re unsure. Eternity is a long time to be unsure about.

There is a local road nearby which dips and climbs along huge ski hills. As you reach the top, you have a fabulous view of the rolling hills below: farmers fields in deep hues of green and golden brown, country homes dotted here and there. Depending on when you travel, the sky may be lit with all kinds of colours of a summer sunset or clear blue reflecting the lake if you look that direction. I love it when I get to go that way… especially when I am alone and can see where I am going… usually the highway far far ahead is visible, and I prepare for more traffic, less patience and a lot more cars travelling with me. It’s a “side street” that gets me to where I need to be, and even though it takes me a little longer, I often choose it simply for the pleasure of the drive. The garden center/farmers market is also there … which usually delays me further, but patience, right? We are all learning patience.

So as you take your road trips this summer, or make that daily commute to work, or attend that one more meeting, I encourage you to plan ahead and take in a side street… simply for the reflective view. Take your time to pray for those on the journey with you who need you to move over to the side sometimes and give them passage. Enjoy the scenery. Avoid the hazards. Be aware. Look toward your destination and be prepared. Sing along to the radio and bring all the good snacks. Travelling blessings, my passenger princesses!