Thursday, December 22, 2011

The power of prayer!


A Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble,
but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.

Do you know why a car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rearview Mirror
is so small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. Look
ahead and move on.

Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes
years to write.

All things in life are temporary. If things are going well, enjoy it, they
will not last forever. If things are going wrong, don't worry, they can't last
long either.

Old friends are gold! New friends are diamonds! If you get a
diamond, don't forget the gold! Because to hold a diamond, you
will always need a base of gold!

Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, God smiles from
above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end!

When God solves your problems, you have faith in His abilities;
when God doesn't solve your problems, He has faith in your abilities.

A blind person asked a wise old man "Can there be anything
worse than losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!"

When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them,
and sometimes, when you are safe and happy, remember that someone
has prayed for you.

Worrying does not take away tomorrow's troubles, it takes away
today's peace.





Got this description of prayer from a friend that I thought worth sharing. Be inspired and be blessed:)

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Dirty, dirty, dirty



🧼 DIRTY, DIRTY, DIRTY



What My Kitchen Taught Me About the Soul


In Norway, there's a unique tradition that takes place every year before Christmas. It’s not about shopping or baking cookies—it's about cleaning. And not just a light dusting, but a deep, thorough cleaning from ceiling to floor, including the inside and outside of every cabinet. We call it general cleaning.

Today, I tackled the kitchen cabinets. At first glance, everything looked clean and tidy. But when I took out all the items inside, a different story unfolded. Dust, crumbs, and hidden grime became visible. I grabbed a wet cloth and started wiping down the shelves. By the time I was done, the cloth was filthy. I couldn’t believe how much dirt was hiding in those seemingly clean cabinets.

As I was scrubbing, I couldn’t help but think: we humans do the same thing with ourselves. We bathe, shower, put on nice clothes, and try to present ourselves as clean and polished on the outside. But what about our inner selves—our soul, body, and spirit?

Every day, we take in things through our eyes, ears, and emotions. Some of it uplifts us, but let’s be honest—some of it pollutes us. Just like the cabinets, we might look okay on the outside, but when we stop and reflect, we may discover that our inner being needs some serious cleaning, too.

But here's the good news: there’s no mess too great for God to handle. He invites us to come and be cleansed—no soap or water needed. Just an honest conversation.

“Come now, let us reason together,” says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.”
—Isaiah 1:18

What a beautiful invitation. God asks us to reason with Him—to talk, to open up, and to let Him in. We do this through prayer and by reading His Word. Yes, the Bible is a big book, but within its pages are the words that renew us daily.

And if you're wondering how to stay clean—not just physically, but spiritually—Scripture gives us a roadmap:

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true,
whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

—Philippians 4:8

So next time you're wiping down your kitchen or organizing your closet, take a moment to reflect. Our hearts, just like our homes, need regular cleaning too.

Because being clean on the outside is good,
but being clean on the inside?
That’s life-changing.


πŸ™ Closing Prayer

Lord, thank You for the gentle reminders hidden in everyday tasks. Just as I clean the dust from my home, help me to invite You into the corners of my heart that need Your touch. Renew my spirit with Your Word, and help me to focus on what is true, noble, pure, and lovely. May I carry Your peace and cleanliness into every space I enter. Amen.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

My provisional Christmas Tree

My Provisional Christmas Tree – A Story of Unexpected Growth
✨πŸŒΏπŸŽ„

In Norway, it’s tradition to decorate the Christmas tree on December 23rd. That’s fine and all—but honestly, it feels a little late for someone like me who wants that cozy Christmas vibe to settle in earlier. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands: I made a provisional Christmas tree.

Nothing fancy. I went out to the garden and sawed off a branch from my lilac tree. Of course, it was bare—it’s winter, after all! But that didn’t matter. I didn’t need leaves, just a branch with some Christmas potential.

Once inside, I dressed it up with lights, ornaments, and glitter—and believe it or not, it actually turned out quite lovely! Not exactly worthy of the town square, but it brought the Christmas spirit into the house, and that was the whole point.

Then something strange happened.
One day, I noticed something green.
“No way,” I thought and leaned in. Sure enough—tiny green leaves were starting to sprout.

I mean—this was a sawn-off branch. No roots. And suddenly it decides to live a little? What was going on?!
Apparently, the warmth of the house had awakened something dormant inside. It was responding to its new environment, even though it was technically... well, cut off.

So I started watering it. (Yes, I watered a branch. Don’t judge me.) Maybe, just maybe, it could keep growing. Maybe it would even bloom!

And that’s when it hit me: this wasn’t just a weird botanical fluke. It was a little miracle—and a powerful reminder.

Isn’t it the same with us sometimes? We feel cut off. Dry. Rootless. Maybe life’s been rough, and we’ve lost touch with what used to bring us joy.

But then we enter warmth.
We’re given water.
And suddenly—something stirs.

In the Bible, Jesus says:

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.”
— John 15:5

As long as we stay connected to the source—God—we can actually thrive. Not because our surroundings are perfect, but because we draw life from Him.

So here’s my little encouragement for you this Christmas season:
Stay close to God.
Read the Word.
Listen. Pray.
Let His warmth and living water reach you—even if you feel dry or cut off.

And who knows? Maybe you’ll start to bloom. Maybe something beautiful will grow right where you least expected it.

So thank you, quirky little provisional lilac branch.
You reminded me of something important:
There is hope.
There is life.
Even in the dead of winter.

✨πŸŒΏπŸŽ„

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Why I believe!


Why I Believe in God—Even When Many Don’t

In a world where faith often feels fragile and many question God’s existence, I hold on. Not blindly, not without reason—but because I’ve experienced Him. Deeply. Personally.

You may ask, “Why do you believe in God when so many people don’t?”

Let me tell you why.


Because I Was in Darkness, and He Showed Me the Light

There were times I walked through deep confusion and pain. But even in those shadows, He shined His light on me.

“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.”Isaiah 9:2


Because I Was Lost, and Now I'm Found

I wandered, spiritually and emotionally, with no direction. God sought me out and welcomed me home.

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”Luke 19:10


Because I Was Weak, and Now I Find Strength in God

I’ve known days when I felt I couldn’t go on. But in my weakness, God’s strength lifted me.

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”2 Corinthians 12:9


Because I Was Filthy, and Was Purified by God

I carried shame and guilt, but God didn’t condemn me—He cleansed me.

“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.”Isaiah 1:18


Because When Everything Is Hopeless, I Find Hope in God

Even when life is overwhelming, He fills my heart with hope and peace.

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him.”Romans 15:13


Because When Everything Is in Turmoil, I Find Peace in God

Storms may rage around me, but His peace holds me steady.

“You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast.”Isaiah 26:3


Because When I'm Sick, I Can Find Healing from God

Whether in body or in heart, He restores me and strengthens me by His grace.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”Psalm 147:3
“By His wounds we are healed.”Isaiah 53:5


Because When I Am in Doubt, He Assures Me That He Is Alive

Even when questions fill my mind, His presence confirms He is real.

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”John 20:29


Because When I Lack Wisdom, He Provides It

I don’t always know the answers, but He promises to give wisdom to those who ask.

“If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God... and it will be given to you.”James 1:5


Because When I Feel Unworthy, He Tells Me I Am Loved

When I question my value, He reminds me I am His.

“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!”1 John 3:1


Because When I Am Angry, He Calms My Soul

He softens my spirit and teaches me patience and grace.

“Be slow to anger, for human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.”James 1:19-20


Because When I Sinned, He Told Me to Repent—And He Forgave Me

No sin is too great for His mercy. I repent, and He restores.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us.”1 John 1:9


Because When My Body Is Aching and I'm Feeling Old, He Gives Me New Strength

He renews me day by day and lifts me when I am weary.

“Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles.”Isaiah 40:31


Because If I Can’t Forgive, He Reminds Me That I Was Forgiven

He calls me to extend to others what I’ve freely received.

“Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”Colossians 3:13


Because He Helps Me Understand When There’s Chaos Around Me

In times of confusion, He gives clarity and peace.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”Proverbs 3:5-6


Because He Shows Me the Way When I Don’t Know Where to Go

When I feel lost, His Word and Spirit guide me.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”Psalm 119:105


Because He Gives Me the Desires of My Heart—According to His Will

He knows what I need before I ask, and He shapes my heart to reflect His.

“Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”Psalm 37:4


Because He Helps Me See the Light Behind the Clouds

Even in dark times, He promises that joy will come again.

“Weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”Psalm 30:5


Because He Promised That I Can Do All Things Through Him

He is my strength when I feel too weak to stand.

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”Philippians 4:13


And Most Important of All—He Gave Me Life

Not just existence, but full, meaningful life.

“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”John 10:10


And Now I Ask You...

Why do you believe in God?
Or maybe you don’t… but if you’ve read this far, I want to tell you something: God loves you. He sees your heart. And He’s waiting to show you the same peace, hope, and healing He’s given me.

“You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.”Jeremiah 29:13

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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Mirror, mirror on the wall!

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

A Reflection on Comparison, Worth, and True Beauty

If there's one thing we all turn to every day—consciously or not—it’s the mirror. We check our appearance, adjust a detail here and there, and sometimes, in jest or secretly, we whisper that age-old question:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

This question, famously uttered by the Evil Stepmother in Snow White, captures a timeless desire: to be seen as the best, the most beautiful, the most admired. But while fairytales make this question dramatic, in real life, the comparisons start even earlier—and run much deeper.

It Starts at Birth: The First Comparisons

From the moment we are born, the world begins to compare us:

  • “Does your baby sleep through the night?”

  • “What kind of milk does the baby take—organic or regular?”

  • “Who started crawling or talking first?”

  • “Who wears the cutest outfits?”

Even though parents say "You are the most beautiful baby in the world," the truth is—comparison is hard to avoid. It sneaks into conversations, milestones, and expectations.

Growing Up: A Race We Didn’t Sign Up For

As we grow, the comparisons grow louder:

  • “Who’s the smartest in class?”

  • “Who goes to the best school?”

  • “Who has more medals, better grades, or nicer friends?”

And then comes adolescence—a time when we start comparing ourselves. We want to be noticed, accepted, admired.
We want to be:

  • The best dressed

  • The most popular

  • The most liked

  • The most followed

We tell ourselves that our worth depends on how we measure up to someone else.


Adulthood: The Comparison Game Continues

Maturity doesn’t silence the voice of comparison—it just changes the questions:

  • “Who has the better job?”

  • “Who drives the nicer car?”

  • “Who owns a bigger house?”

  • “Who travels more?”

  • “Who has more savings, more success, more stuff?”

We chase after status symbols hoping they will affirm our value. But the more we compare, the more we lose sight of who we truly are.

You Are Wonderfully Made

In a world obsessed with being the best, it's easy to forget that we are already enough.
The Bible reminds us:

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." — Psalm 139:14

You are not a copy. You are not a number on a scoreboard.
You are unique, irreplaceable, and deeply loved by the One who created you.

If there’s something you lack, God doesn’t ask you to compare—He invites you to ask, seek, and knock (Matthew 7:7). He promises to provide.

Your New Reflection

So next time you look into the mirror, let a new truth speak back to you:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, I may not be the fairest of them all—but I am beautifully unique, deeply loved, and fully provided for by the One who made me."

That reflection? That’s the one worth holding on to.



Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Chritsmas is?


πŸŽ„ What Is Christmas, Really? 🎁

Soon it will be Christmas.
For many of us, it’s about gifts, gatherings, and excitement. Our hearts long for more—more things, more fun, more of everything.

But Christmas isn’t really our day…
It’s Jesus’ day.

Still, not everyone feels joyful this season.

πŸ’” Some are far from loved ones
πŸ’” Some can’t afford gifts
πŸ’” Some aren’t even sure they’ll have food to eat
πŸ’” Some are sick or grieving

And I wonder… could Jesus be sad at Christmas, too?
Maybe—because many celebrate the day, but forget the One it’s all about.

But here’s the truth:
Christmas is a love story.
God gave us Jesus—not just to be born, but to carry our burdens, bring us peace, and shine light into our darkness.

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” — Psalm 46:1
“The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.” — Galatians 5:22-23

If this season feels heavy, remember:
God will carry you.
He sees you. He loves you. And He is with you.

So smile—not because everything is perfect, but because you know the One who is. πŸ’›

Merry Christmas. Keep your eyes on the Light. ✨

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The little things we do!

It's the little things that we do, and the little things that we don't do, that make the big difference in life!
A minute read........

As I was walking
Down life's highway
Many years ago

I came upon a
Sign that read

Heavens Grocery Store..

When I got a
Little closer

The doors swung
Open wide

And when I came
To myself

I was standing
Inside..

I saw a host of
Angels.

They were
Standing everywhere

One handed me a
Basket

And said 'My
Child shop with care..'

Everything a
Human needed
Was in that
Grocery store

And what you
Could not carry
You could come
Back for more

First I got some
Patience.

Love was in that
Same row.

Further down was
Understanding,
You need that
Everywhere you go..

I got a box or
Two of Wisdom
And Faith a bag
Or two.

And Charity of
Course
I would need some
Of that too..

I couldn't miss
The Holy Ghost
It was all over
The place.

And then some
Strength
And Courage to
Help me run this race.

My basket was
Getting full
But I remembered
I needed Grace,

And then I chose
Salvation for
Salvation was for
Free

I tried to get
Enough of that to do
For you and me..

Then I started to
The counter
To pay my grocery
Bill,

For I thought I
Had everything
To do the Masters
Will.

As I went up the
Aisle
I saw Prayer and
Put that in,

For I knew when I
Stepped outside
I would run into
Sin.

Peace and Joy
Were plentiful,
The last things
On the shelf.

Song and Praise
Were hanging near
So I just helped
Myself.

Then I said to
The angel

'Now how much do
I owe?'

He smiled and
Said

'Just take them
Everywhere you go.'

Again I asked
'Really now,

How much do I
Owe?'

'My child' he
Said, 'God paid your bill
A long long time
Ago.'
Got this poem from a friend through email and it is worth sharing.
So here it is:)


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Friday, November 25, 2011

My place in autum!

 
                                                          Autum pictures!



This place is one kilometer from my home!


This picture is taken from the nearby town which is called Trondheim!
 


In the town center where I live!

Autum flowers from my garden.


The leaves that changed  their green color  to red and orange!


On the way to the seaside!


The seaside in autum!
 
 
Seaside in another angle! This is daytime, but it is already dark!

Wow! I found wild flowers that were still blooming!




                                        The trees nearby!

 


These pictures were taken last autum. Now is wintertime and the leaves had fallen and only the branches remain. I am still waiting for the snow to come. Then it will be brighter around, but much work shoveling the snow. Anyway, Michi, my daughter in the Philippines wanted to see autum in Norway. So I took some pictures for her to see :)

Stitch by Stitch: Finding Beauty in a “Boring” Life


One evening, my youngest daughter looked at me with the kind of honesty only children possess and said, “You need to create a life!”

Apparently, she thinks my life is boring.

I laughed and asked her, “Do I really have a boring life?”

Without hesitation, she said, “Yes. Because you’re always at home—every day, every night, and even on the weekends!”

I wanted to protest, to tell her that staying home doesn’t mean doing nothing. That behind the stillness, there's something meaningful being shaped—something she's too young to fully see just yet.

The Picture: A Reflection on Life, Embroidery, and God’s Handiwork

I’ve always been drawn to trying new things, especially when it comes to crafts. There's something deeply satisfying about creating with my hands. Recently, I decided to try embroidery for the very first time. Unsurprisingly, the back of my embroidery looked like a tangled mess. But the front? It turned out surprisingly decent.

The project isn't finished yet, but I believe it will look even better once it's complete. I even plan to frame it when it’s done.

As I worked on it, I was reminded of a story shared during our “Food for the Soul” gathering—a story that touched me deeply.

A Story Shared at "Food for the Soul"

That day, a friend shared her own embroidery experience from her younger years. Like me, she said her stitching looked good on the front but was messy on the back. She remembered thinking, “As long as the front looks good, that’s all that matters. No one sees the back once it’s framed.”

Her mother was a skilled embroiderer, but it was her grandmother’s work that truly amazed her. When her grandmother finished a piece, you couldn’t even tell the front from the back—both sides were beautifully done.

Then she said something I’ll never forget:

“We are like a picture that God is embroidering. As we continue to walk with Him, He works on both our good and bad sides. Eventually, people won’t be able to tell them apart—because both sides will reflect His beauty.”

Stitch by Stitch, Life Takes Shape

That thought stayed with me.

When I first began my embroidery, it was just a blank fabric and some colored threads. But stitch by stitch, using a mix of colors and techniques, the picture slowly came to life. The more I worked on it, the clearer and more beautiful it became.

Our lives are like that picture.

God uses many different threads to craft something beautiful within us. Some are soft and light, others thick and dark. And each one serves a purpose:

  • There will be dark moments—symbolized by deep, heavy threads.

  • There will be joyful times—reflected in bright, vibrant hues.

  • There will be painful stitches—those times when life feels like a needle piercing us.

  • And there will be quiet seasons—when it feels like nothing is happening.

But every thread, every moment, is part of the masterpiece.

God is the Master Craftsman. He sees the finished picture, even when we can’t. And when He’s done, our lives—like a perfectly stitched embroidery—will be beautiful on both sides. A testimony of His love and faithfulness for the world to see.

So... Is My Life Really Boring?

Maybe to some, it seems that way. But I’ve come to believe that stillness isn’t the same as emptiness.

Every quiet day at home, every stitch in my embroidery, every prayer whispered in silence—it’s all part of something sacred.

And maybe, just maybe, my “boring” life is a beautiful work in progress.



Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Elevator: If Only It Could Speak



What an old elevator taught me about life, people, and the God who hears it all.

🚢‍♀️A Walk to Remember

I work at the activity center of a nursing home, a place full of stories, resilience, and quiet strength. This nursing home is connected to a consultation clinic and a rehabilitation center. Years ago, it even housed a kindergarten.

My youngest daughter once attended that kindergarten. Together, we used to ride the same old elevator that I still use today. Back then, she was full of energy and wonder, clutching my hand as we descended to the ground floor. Life was simpler then.

πŸ§“ Today’s Ride, a Reflection

One sunny afternoon, I took one of our residents—a kind soul who uses a wheelchair—outside for some fresh air. The weather was perfect. Sunshine always has a way of lifting the spirit, doesn’t it?

To reach the ground floor, we took the familiar elevator. As we chatted, I paused mid-sentence, overcome by a strange thought:
“If this elevator could talk, what stories would it tell?”

πŸ—£️ If Walls Could Talk…

This elevator has transported thousands over the years—children giggling, nurses rushing, doctors planning, families grieving, elderly residents reminiscing. It has “listened” to laughter, arguments, joyful reunions, and heavy silences.

It has carried:

  • The first steps of toddlers and the slow steps of the aging

  • Conversations filled with hope—and others full of worry

  • Silent prayers and spoken complaints

One day, it will be replaced. A newer, quieter model may take its place. But if only this one could speak before it goes…

🧠 And Then I Thought…

We humans are not so different from that elevator.
We, too, carry emotions, memories, and conversations. But unlike an elevator, we feel.
Words affect us. Some build us up, while others tear us down. Every laugh, whisper, or harsh word stays with us longer than we admit.

And yet—there’s someone who hears more than we ever could.

πŸ™ God Hears Everything

God doesn’t just hear our voices.
He hears our thoughts, our longings, our doubts.
He knows what we’re too scared to say out loud. He sees every hidden hurt and every unspoken prayer.

But how often do we live as if He doesn’t?
We say things we shouldn’t.
We chase things that promise joy but deliver emptiness.
We wonder if He’s even listening.

Here’s a reminder we all need:

There is never a teardrop
That God does not see.
He knows when a sparrow
Falls from a tree.

There’s never a moment
When God doesn’t care.
Never a time
When He won’t hear our prayer.

πŸ’‘ Final Thoughts

Next time you step into an elevator—or find yourself in a quiet moment—pause. Reflect.
You’re never unheard. You’re never alone.

Even when the world goes silent, God hears you.


Sunday, November 20, 2011

The picture!


Stitched by Grace: What Embroidery Taught Me About Life and God

Trying Something New (and Tangling Threads Along the Way)

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I may never be satisfied until I’ve tried everything—especially when it comes to crafts. Whether it’s knitting, painting, or baking bread shaped like woodland creatures, I’m in.

Recently, I gave embroidery a shot.

Let’s just say... the front looked decent. The back? A chaotic battlefield of knots and confusion. But hey—this was my first attempt, and I was honestly proud of how the picture was coming together. It’s not finished yet, but I already know that when it is, I’ll frame it. Because sometimes, progress deserves to be celebrated—mess and all.

The Story That Stuck With Me

At our weekly "Food for the Soul" gathering (a time filled with laughter, prayer, and really good coffee), a friend shared something that felt especially meaningful.

She reminded us that every person has two sides—the one we show the world, and the one we tend to hide. When life is smooth, we can keep the messy side tucked away. But when pressure hits, it’s often the messy, unpolished version of us that slips out.

She told us about how she tried embroidery when she was younger. Like me, the front of her project looked nice, but the back was a tangled mess. She used to think:

“As long as the front looks good, that’s all that matters. No one sees the back once it’s framed.”

Her mother had neater stitches, but it was her grandmother who truly impressed her. When her grandmother finished a piece, you couldn’t even tell the front from the back—both sides were beautifully stitched.

Then came the line I’ll never forget:

“We are like a picture that God is embroidering. As we continue to walk with Him, He works on both our good and bad sides. Eventually, people won’t be able to tell them apart—because both sides will reflect His beauty.”

Life, Thread by Thread

That idea has stayed with me.

When I started embroidering, it was just fabric and a few threads. But as I added each stitch—messy or neat, planned or spontaneous—a picture began to form. It wasn’t perfect, but it was meaningful. And every stitch had a place.

Life is like that embroidery.

God, the Master Craftsman, uses all kinds of threads to create something beautiful in us:

  • Dark moments are like deep, heavy threads—hard to carry, but part of the picture.

  • Joyful seasons shine in bright, vibrant colors.

  • Painful experiences feel like the needle itself—piercing and unwelcome.

  • Silent times, when nothing seems to be happening, still add structure and shape.

Every thread matters. Every stitch is part of the design—even the ones we’d rather undo.

The Masterpiece in the Making

We often only see the knots and the back side of life. But God sees the whole picture. He knows what He’s making. And in His hands, even our mess becomes part of something extraordinary.

One day, our story—our life—will be complete. And just like that embroidery, it won’t just be beautiful from the front. Both sides will reflect His care, His purpose, and His artistry.

So here I am: still stitching, still learning, still trusting. And maybe, just maybe, God is framing something in me, too.




Saturday, November 19, 2011

Freshly Washed by Grace: Let God Do the Cleaning



It started with a simple chore: baking a cake. But somewhere between the mixing and measuring, my thoughts wandered—to the washing machine.

Odd, right?

Yet there’s something about watching clothes go from filthy to fresh that speaks to the soul. You toss in the dirtied fabric, choose a setting, add detergent, and press a button. Minutes later, what was once stained is now clean, soft, and ready for use.

And isn’t that exactly what God does with us?

We come to Him worn out, stained by mistakes, weighed down by burdens we were never meant to carry. But in His love, God doesn't reject us—He restores us. He doesn't just rinse the surface—He washes us clean from the inside out.

He didn’t use a machine to do it. He used His Son.

Jesus offered His life—His body, His blood—as the ultimate cleansing sacrifice. Our sin was deep. Our stains were set. But His love ran deeper still. Through Him, we’re no longer defined by what we were—but by what He’s made us: whole, forgiven, clean.

But here's the thing: washing isn’t a one-time event.

Even after salvation, we still live in a messy world. We think things we shouldn't. Say things we regret. Walk into places where our souls get muddy again. And just like our clothes need regular washing, our hearts do too.

Sometimes God puts us through “wash cycles” in life—seasons that stretch us, refine us, or even feel uncomfortable. But those aren’t punishments. They’re part of His loving process of renewal. Some stains need soaking. Some wounds need time to heal. Some character traits need a little more heat to be transformed. But always, His purpose is our restoration.

And don’t forget the softener.

There’s a fragrance to someone who walks closely with Jesus. You’ve met those people—the ones who radiate peace, kindness, patience. They’re soft to the touch, not harsh. They smell of grace. That’s the kind of fragrance we’re meant to carry into the world: the scent of Christ's love.

Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 2:15,

“For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing.”

When we forgive the unforgivable, love the unlovable, and serve without seeking praise—we become walking testimonies of God’s grace. Not perfect, but constantly being washed, softened, and made new.

And when we mess up? We simply come back to Him.

Because God never grows tired. His grace doesn’t run dry. He doesn’t say, “You again?” He opens His arms and says, “Let’s clean this up together.”

Isaiah 1:18 says:

“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.”

So if life feels heavy right now—if you’re carrying guilt, shame, or simply the grime of a weary week—come to the One who washes clean, softens hearts, and brings out the best in you.

He’s still in the business of making things new.
And His machine? It never runs out of power.

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Gifts: A Reflection on Giving and Receiving


 

As Christmas approaches, many of us find ourselves caught up in the joyful rush of shopping. Stores are overflowing with everything our hearts could desire.

But pause for a moment...

Have you ever stopped to think about how many gifts you’ve already received in your lifetime?

From the day we were born—birthdays, anniversaries, holidays—we’ve been blessed with more gifts than we can count. And yet, we often find ourselves longing for more.


🎁 Who Do We Give Our Gifts To?

Naturally, we give to those we love—our families, friends, and sometimes those we believe truly deserve it. But here's a deeper question:

Are we happy when we give?

If we can afford the gift and we love the person, giving brings joy. It’s an act of love.
But if finances are tight and expectations are high, giving can feel like a burden. Sometimes we give out of obligation or because we expect something in return.

And that robs the joy.


🎁 How Do We Feel When We Receive?

Most of us feel excited to receive gifts. But if we receive something we didn’t want—or already have—disappointment may sneak in, hidden behind a polite smile.

Shouldn’t we be grateful just to be remembered?

Interestingly, those who have the least are often the most thankful.
And those who have the most? Often, they expect more.


πŸ’ The Gift That Changed Everything

Despite our flaws and fickle hearts, there is One who gave the ultimate gift—willingly, lovingly, and without expecting anything in return.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son...” – John 3:16

God gave.
And He keeps giving.


🌍 His Gifts Are All Around Us

Look up—the heavens, stars, moon, and planets.

Look around—the oceans, mountains, trees, flowers, animals, colors, sounds, seasons.

And then… look in the mirror.
You were created in the image of God. You are His beautiful creation.

“We are His workmanship.”

So let us stop criticizing one another. Instead, let us cherish every soul, because each one is a gift from God.


πŸ™ The Greatest Gift of All

This Christmas, as we wrap boxes and bow ribbons, let us not forget:

🎁 God is the Giver of all good things.
🎁 We are blessed beyond measure.
🎁 And God Himself is the greatest gift of all.


πŸ’¬ What are you most thankful for this season?

Share in the comments below or pass this message along to someone who needs encouragement today. πŸ’–

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Fathers day!

Every second sunday in the month of November  is " Fathers Day" in Norway. So the children or wives bake cakes for the fathers. My mother-in- law baked this cake for her son and son-in-law. She was very thoughtful.
Anyway I bought a cake for my husband. A small one!


And I want to greet every father that I know,  especially my husband and my son!
And I dedicate this poem to every father :)


And most of all, I want to remember God as my father, not only today but everyday!


He gave us the greatest gift of all!



Thursday, November 10, 2011

My mother's birthday!


My Mother’s Birthday: A Tribute to Strength and Love

Today is my mother’s birthday. The very first thing I did this morning was call her. Though she is miles away, I’m deeply grateful for modern technology—at least I can hear her voice, and she can hear mine. That connection, even across the distance, means everything.

As I look back on my life, I can clearly see how much of who I am is because of her. She didn’t just tell me how to work hard—she showed me. Through her actions, her perseverance, and her strength, she instilled in me the value of resilience. I will always cherish the moments we worked side by side. She inspired me in so many ways. She worked tirelessly, never shying away from difficult tasks, and carried herself with unwavering courage even when life was tough.

Though she didn’t have many educational opportunities, she never let that define her. She faced every challenge with dignity, and when people tried to break her spirit, she stood tall. She taught me—without saying a word—that giving up is never an option. Her life is living proof that those who work hard will eventually be rewarded.

As I grew older, circumstances beyond our control often kept us apart. But even with the distance, I’ve always known how deeply she loves me and my sisters. I can only imagine how hard it was for her to be away from us. Still, she managed. We all did—with God’s help.

And when we are together, even now, she shows her love in the most beautiful ways. She still cooks our favorite meals, even though we’re adults. She helps us care for our children without hesitation. She gives all she can, not because she has to, but because love compels her to.

I treasure every moment I’ve had with her, and I pray to God that she will celebrate many more birthdays. I hope we can continue to share joyful moments, laughter, and stories for many years to come.

We love you, Mom. You are the heart of our family and a priceless gift to all of us. Happy Birthday!

"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take." — Cardinal Mermillod


Personal Message to Mom:
Mom, thank you for being our strength and our safe place. Your sacrifices, your love, your faith, and your determination have shaped us into who we are today. You are truly one of a kind, and we are forever grateful. We love you more than words can say.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The way!

                                                      Lost in the Dark, Found by the Way

“Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.’” – John 14:6


When Darkness Fell

There was a time in my life when I literally got lost in the dark. But looking back now, I see how that moment became a powerful metaphor for something even deeper.

My husband is a seaman, and he’s often away for months at a time. We miss each other a lot. About 16 years ago, after not seeing him for three months, he called and told me that his ship would dock nearby. He asked if I could come visit with our three-year-old daughter. It would be late at night, but the opportunity to see him was too precious to miss.

Though I had just received my driver’s license and wasn’t confident behind the wheel, I said yes.


The Journey Begins

We boarded the 9 p.m. ferry and crossed over in 30 minutes. It was already night, and the darkness was thick. As I began to drive toward the city, the road turned slippery and fog began to blanket everything. I could barely see.

To make things harder, my little daughter grew anxious and scared in the dark. She started crying and asking when we’d arrive. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was scared too. I had doubts. Was it wise to drive at night with a child, through fog and unknown roads?

But turning back wasn’t an option. The next ferry wouldn't leave until morning. I did the only thing I could—I prayed. I asked God to be with us, to guide us through.


No Sign in Sight

What should have been a one-hour drive turned into three long, slow hours. When we finally reached the city, I realized with a sinking heart—I had missed the sign to the quay. There were no open shops, no people on the street. It was past midnight. I was lost, cold, and without a phone or even my husband’s number.

All I could do was pray again. "God, please send someone to show us the way."


An Unexpected Guide

A few minutes later, a man appeared, walking unsteadily. He was drunk.

My instinct was fear—this couldn’t be the person God would send. But I had no other option. So I mustered my courage and asked him for directions.

And do you know what? That man, despite being drunk, was kind. He calmly explained how to find the quay. I followed his instructions, and before long, I saw lights in the distance. It was the quay! And my husband’s ship was just arriving—they had been delayed too.

Tears filled my eyes. God had answered my prayer. He sent someone I least expected to show me the way.


Finding the True Way

That night reminded me of another time when I was lost—emotionally and spiritually. My life was in darkness. I felt unloved, unworthy, and broken. But someone told me about Jesus. They told me that He is the way, the truth, and the life.

When I opened my heart to Him, everything changed. I found peace. I found hope. I found love that never leaves. I was no longer wandering in the dark. He gave me a new direction, a new purpose.


Are You Lost?

Maybe you’re reading this and feel lost too. Maybe life feels foggy and you don’t see a way forward. Maybe you feel unloved, afraid, or alone.

I want you to know: Jesus is the way.

He sees you in the darkness. He hears your prayers. And sometimes, He sends help through the most unexpected people or moments. Just like He did for me.

You are not alone.


With love and hope,
JOY






Saturday, November 5, 2011

The choice!

The Choice: You Become What You Eat

One cold day, as I was making a fire in the fireplace, a thought suddenly came to mind: “You become what you eat.” I paused and reflected on it. Was God trying to tell me something?

Just a few days earlier, my doctor had informed me that my cholesterol levels were high. He warned me that if I didn't change my diet and lifestyle, it could lead to heart disease. I needed to avoid fatty foods and start exercising regularly. Easy for him to say—but not so easy for me to do.

These days, the media is flooded with advice on how to lose weight and live a healthy life. And while it’s good for the body, the truth is: it requires discipline. Every day, we are tempted—to eat foods we shouldn’t, to buy things we don’t need, to do things that don’t benefit us, to speak words we might regret, to entertain thoughts that are destructive. Resisting those temptations isn’t always easy.

Growing up, I remember being constantly hungry because my parents couldn’t afford enough food. Now that I can finally choose what to eat, I sometimes find I still can’t—because certain foods are harmful to my health. Life is strange that way. But I’m not complaining. Today, I’m grateful that I have the power to choose what I eat—and that I can afford it. When I think of it as an act of love for my body, the choice becomes easier.

And the same is true for our spiritual lives.

God’s Word is life to us. But do we hunger for it every day? Is the Bible the first thing we reach for in the morning? Do we truly long to pray? Sometimes, yes—it’s wonderful. But other times, life gets busy. Our minds wander. We get distracted.

I’ve noticed that I rarely feel tired while reading newspapers or magazines. I can flip through pages for hours, eager to be “in the know.” But what are we really feeding our minds with? So often, the news brings stories of tragedy, violence, and despair. And after reading it all, I usually feel more discouraged than informed.

Magazines try to convince us that happiness comes from buying more, having more, doing more. But after acquiring those things—are we really happier?

Every day, we face choices:

  • To eat what nourishes us—or what harms us

  • To speak words of kindness—or words that hurt

  • To think positively—or dwell on the negative

  • To give—or withhold

  • To help—or walk away

  • To forgive—or carry bitterness

  • To be honest—or lie

  • To be thankful—or complain

  • To be faithful—or not

And we also choose whether or not we will feed our souls. Whether we will read God’s Word—or not.

The enemy will give us a thousand reasons not to:

  • Haven’t you already read the whole Bible?

  • Isn’t it boring or hard to understand?

  • Isn’t that only for pastors or priests?

  • Wouldn’t it be more fun to watch TV, scroll through social media, hang out with friends, or go shopping?

But here’s the truth: all those things are fine if we’ve already fed ourselves with the Word of God—because His Word is life to those who find it.

Ultimately, it’s our choice:
Do we listen to the lies of the enemy?
Or do we listen to the God who never lies?

God said:

Psalm 1:1–3
Blessed is the one
    who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
    or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
    which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
    whatever they do prospers.

If we truly listen, we will hear His voice.
He speaks in ways we can understand.
He listens—and He’s worth listening to.
He gives wisdom when we ask.
He cares about every detail of our lives.

We only need to stop, look, and listen.
Then we’ll discover that life with God is the best life we could ever choose.


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