No regrets

So, yesterday was a busy day.  I went to the Winspear for the afternoon/evening.  When I got home, it was probably 8:00 pm or so.  I caught up on my life (i.e., gmail, facebook), and got ready to take a walk.  Opened the door to go out and noticed storm clouds rolling in, so decided not to go.  As soon as I decided not to go, I wanted to go, so I grabbed an umbrella and headed out.

I was so glad I did – it was nice and cool out with the cloud cover.  I walked fast to hopefully beat the rain should it come.  I also walked fast because I was apparently dessert for the mosquitoes.  The air is thick with mosquitoes this year.  Big, fat, well-fed, aggressive mosquitoes.  But somehow I managed to avoid them – perhaps waving my umbrella at them helped fend them off.

My legs and back felt great.  I remembered that a month prior, when I began this walking regime, I would have to take a break about 3 times on a 5 km walk, just to rest my back. Yesterday, I walked 8.5 kms without even thinking about my back.  I had no regrets at all about walking nearly every day since that time.

I saw no one as I made my way down Sir Winston Churchill toward the ski area and Botanic Gardens in St. Albert.  I thanked God for holding back the rain as I walked into the entrance to the park, turned right as I have been doing lately, to do the loop that gets close to Poundmaker Road.  I picked up my pace as the area was deserted and felt kind of spooky.  Still no one as I completed that loop and made my way up to the Botanic Garden.  I decided to walk the Otter Crescent loop, so made my way across the bridge.

The air was thick and dense and moist as I crossed the bridge and it began to rain a few minutes later as I started walking around Otter Crescent.  As I rounded my first corner onto Oak Ridge Road, I glanced back toward the park, and there it was.  My reward.  A full rainbow.  There really is something wonderful about seeing a rainbow.   I was very grateful and had no regrets about coming out for a walk on this evening!

And then I prayed….

If I should die tomorrow
I’d still thank You for today;
Your love for me is great.



It snowed is St. Albert today.  Luckily, I found the source of the problem.  There were several snow-making machines I ran across on my walk through Red Willow Park.  They were quite tall, had brown trunks and had many green things on their branches.  This brand of snowmaker is “Poplar” I believe.  Several parts of Red Willow Park had significant accumulation – up to two inches.  The conditions of the sidewalks in those areas was slick because of rain occurring at the same time.

Luckily, it was beautiful to walk amidst the beautiful, big “snowflakes”, otherwise known as fluff.


He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
And to walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8


Alot of the Bible can seem pretty complex, but the truths are pretty clear, and this seems to me to be a truth that is given all throughout the Bible.


My Raptured Soul

I ran across this song on YouTube and could not resist posting it here.  This is apparently an old hymn and it touched my heart today.  The words are beautiful and Red Mountain Church has done a great job with the music.  Red Mountain Church or Red Mountain Music is resurrecting hymns, some of which the music does not exist for, and is writing music for the words.  If they did this on My Raptured Soul, they really did a great job!  Lyrics are as follows:

  • If Jesus kindly say
  • And with a whispering word
  • “Arise my love and come away,”
  • I run to meet my Lord.
  • My soul is in my ears,
  • My heart is all aflame;
  • My eyes are sweetly drowned in tears,
  • And melted is my frame.
  • My raptured soul will rise up,
  • And give a cheerful spring,
  • And dart through all the lofty skies,
  • To visit Zion’s King.
  • He meets me with a kiss,
  • And with a smiling face;
  • I taste the dear, enchanting bliss
  • And wonder at his grace.
  • A soft and tender sigh,
  • Now heaves my hollowed breast;
  • I long to lay me down and die,
  • And find eternal rest.
  • My raptured soul will rise up
  • And give a cheerful spring,
  • And dart through all the lofty skies,
  • To visit Zion’s King.


Swim #2

Saturday, I went for my second swim.  This time, my upper body experienced no pain which was very encouraging.  I’m not a big fan of “no pain, no gain” philosophy.  I was hoping to do a repeat of the 30 lengths I did on Thursday.  The first length I felt so strong. Then I gradually got weaker and weaker.  I did 10 lengths and paused.  There were a couple of other swimmers in the lap pool.  One of the other swimmers was pretty strong.  Never seemed to stop and his pace was good.

Swam another 10 lengths and paused to look around….the other swimmer was still going strong.

Swam another 10 lengths and paused to look around…the other swimmer was STILL going strong.  He could swim much faster than me, but I was determined to outlast him.

Swam yet another 10 lengths and paused…finally!  He was gone.  That was my cue to leave as well…I could not have done any more lengths anyways.  I was absolutely exhausted.  I hoisted myself out of the pool – it took all of my strength to do so, and I was actually concerned I might not make it.  A surreal light-headedness overtook me as I made my way to my towel, carefully putting one foot in front of the other.  I took my time towelling off, trying to hide the fact that I could barely stand up!  After a few minutes, I began making my way to the women’s locker room which seemed at least a mile away at this point.  I found myself uncontrollably listing to the right as I tried to keep the “W” in focus.  I laughed as I considered the plight my competitiveness, stubbornness and as my friend Linda calls it – ego, got me into.

On the other hand, once home, I revelled in the feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness.  I knew at that moment that if God wanted something done, He was going to have to do it or inject me with supernatural power to do it.  And it was a relief to know that.  My wet-noodle body climbed into bed and it was lights out until Sunday morning.

I wish I was more prone to willingly let God have His way in my life without the exhaustion it currently requires for me to do so.


On Friday, I attended the second to last performance of the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra’s 2010/11 season thanks to a gift from a friend.  The program promised a delightful experience, with the first half being of Spanish and Italian pieces, and the second half being Ravel’s Daphnis et Chloe.

Daphnis et Chloe is an unusually long piece of music – 50 minutes.  This was the first time I heard the music and I was entranced.  The rhythms were extremely complex and the orchestra had to be paying non-stop attention to their conductor, Bill Eddins, in order to pull this off well.  And they did.  Even on the measures with the same rhythms written, Bill Eddins drew out the notes to varying lengths, and I noticed no errors.  In fact, it just seemed as if orchestra and conductor were as one for this entire piece.

It struck me how the conductor must have a vision for the piece.  And how the conductor must communicate that vision to the orchestra to achieve the vision.  A conductor with no musicians won’t sound very good!  It also struck me how a conductor must command attention.  It is my guess, not being a professional at this, that Daphnis et Chloe requires more attention than most pieces (though attention is required in all).  If someone even gets the least bit out of sync, it will be obvious in a painful sort of way.

A leader and his team must work together in sync with attention paid by all for an exquisite piece of music to be played in an exquisite way.

Thank you, Edmonton Symphony Orchestra for one of the most memorable musical experiences of my life.


Wow!  I’d forgotten how absolutely awesome it is to get into a swimming pool.  Seriously, I don’t have the best joints in town – my knees and ankles ache alot, and the hip isn’t so great either.  But when I get in the pool, all of a sudden I feel whole again.  Like a kid with a new body.

Today, I climbed in and experienced this wholeness once again!  For a few moments, I just simply floated, kicking my legs out, because it felt great to do so!  I went to Fountain Park in St. Albert today.  After climbing in the pool, I decided to walk my first length.  This wasn’t very satisfying as the depth for the entire length of the lap pool is just deep enough that I had to tiptoe to walk.

So, I started the crawl.  Genetically, I am a turtle.  I remember being a little girl watching my dad swim and thinking he was the slowest swimmer around.  He could do a lot of laps, but it took forever!  This is how I am too – I’m more about distance than sprinting.  It must be painful to watch.  It has been a long time since some particular muscles in my arms have been utilized – I know that, because they told me so on the first length I swam!!  They screamed at me and I thought it was going to be a short session.

But there was a guy in the pool that I envied – he could swim two laps as I swum one.  And I did not want to lose face (I am all about measuring), so I became determined to swim 30 lengths, even if I had to pause in between them.  And so I did.

Thank you, Lord, for allowing me this time to get in tune once again with the physical needs of my body and to have the wonderful experience of feeling whole again.  Thank you for Fountain Park and for Brenda, who gifted me with swimming passes that I can now finally utilize while trying to shape up once again.