Home Again

To be back in your own bed and the sense of home after a travel time – is not easy to write about. “Lord, I am so thankful for the place you have given me.”

Mover Problems…
Things don’t always go as you plan however. Ever had that happen to you? There is always a weak link – or even a broken one. The move of my mom from Saskatchewan was to be as smooth as butter… well it didn’t happen that way. It seems that the all of my mother’s things arrived in Peterborough from Regina three days ago – to a warehouse of the moving company – and they will stay there for a while because the mover doesn’t have the ‘man power’ to move it about six blocks to our home. I was told that it may arrive at our home somewhere up to six days from now…!

My words were careful but my thoughts were black. Sure charge me big money for poor service – and see if I don’t tell “who not to use to move your stuff”.

We are now waiting…

Hitting the Ground Running…
Last evening I was in Prison again – meeting with men with far bigger problems than mine. It kind of adds a new perspective to what you are immediately going through. The ‘move problems’ I have are not nearly so big compared to theirs.

I arrived at the Prison gate on time but was held up as the gate person searched the sheets she had on who and who cannot get into jail. I had given one group’s name I was to meet with – while my name was on another group’s list. The management knew I was coming into the prison for both but felt that the one list was enough.

When I finally got inside to see the guys… my opening comment to about 20 of the guys around me was, “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get into jail!” Funny… everyone laughed… then one dude said, “Talk to me… I can give you a real fast way to get inside and even stay for a while…!” With that about 35 guys laughed long and loud.

My Mom is Amazing…
I have referred on this blog to the fact that my mother is much like her own grandmother and even great grandmother. They made a major moves in their lifetime in their old age. My mom is now 86. She is a little slower – but young at heart. In the photo she is reading a Web Site – and learning to work a mouse at the same time.

Hey Mom – I AM PROUD OF YOU! You are taking giant leaps each day.

When she heard from a friend in Saskatchewan that it was snowing hard and warnings for travel were out… she looked outside and stated, “I am glad that I am here.” The grass is turning green here, rain will likely come again later today… but it could there also be snow someday… (it IS Canada…).

When mom saw that her son was frustrated with the mover not doing what he should – she told me that it was okay – “I can sleep on the other bed”.

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Hey - I am home again… and it feels so good!

~ Pastor Murray Lincoln ~