Striving

"This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance (and for this we labor and strive), that we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all men, and especially of those who believe." (1 Tim. 4: 9-10)

I have always enjoyed and loved spring, it is a time of growth and renewal, it's a time of new life and hope. My wife and I often go for walks together along an asphalt path along the North Saskatchewan River, the path starts just a block from our house, at times we have seen these little trees pushing up through the asphalt and reaching up to the sun. Those delicate little plants showed amazing power as they pushed past the heavy weight of the dirt and tar that stood in the way as they came out to greet the sun shinning down from up above.

All through the 20 years of working with children in Bible Camps in the Yukon and in Saskatchewan, I have seen children who have managed to survive and even thrive despite the very difficult home life they came from. Alcohol, drugs, physical and sexual abuse and poverty due to gambling and so on, who are now dedicated Christians, because Christians who cared have planted their love into these little hearts, and they in turn have responded to the gospel of Jesus Christ. These children are those who have strived to reach out for God's love, and now they in turn are giving that same love to their own people and to everyone they meet. I pray often that I, as a father, gave my children the desire to always want to reach out to God and His love, at all times not just in the tough times. My deep desire is to see this message of hope passed on to my grandchildren and on and on for many generations or until Christ returns.

My desire is to renew myself spiritually each day, that my character will manifest strength to overcome the forces that get in my way of growing into the light of God's gracious love.

At times I have fallen and made many mistakes, but each time I turn back to Him in repentance, I am graciously forgiven. I serve an amazing God.

My Ramblings For Today

Blower You Scat
Ever get a swat in the back end with a big paddle and lived to tell about? Well let me tell you about someone who did, Blower. As you may of guessed already, Blower is a cat. He was in quite a tough and tight spot one day. Yet all he was doing was looking for a bite to eat. This story dates back to the last days of the threshing machine days. So before they started threshing that warm fall day, dad started the thresher up to get it all cleaned out, and limbered up and wouldn't you know it old Blower was inside that machine somewhere, and as the old thresher jumped into gear and started to wind up, one of the big old blower fan paddles must of caught that cat a wicked slap on the back end with quite a whack, for what we saw next was a pretty funny sight. We saw a fur ball come flying out of the blower where the old rotten straw from last year was coming out. Well old Blower must have gotten quite a swat, because he came out of there with all four legs spread out like a flying squirrel and his tail was almost as big as his body. You know the saying, "a cat always lands on his feet" well he hit the ground on his feet all right, and he hit the ground running, well he made a beeline for the barn at 110 miles an hour, he was the fastest ball of fur I ever did see. And from that day on he was always known as Blower.

Without A Song

Those who want to sing, will always have a song in their heart, therefore as they sing, their praise will spring forth from the heart and it will be genuine and true. For whatever flows forth from the mouth finds its origin in the heart. Just some things that I heard this weekend that really hit home. Our words can either hurt or heal.

The Golden Girl

My love came floating softly down the hill
My eyes were not responding to my will
She lowered her head, she was shy
I could not look away, even when I did try

So I reached out to her, she was standing there still
My heart was pounding in my chest, I felt a chill
Only five, ten feet away, I let out a sigh
I thought I would surely die

My wildest dream had come true, oh what a thrill
It was so real, I was in shock still
In this place, this moment, this girl, I cry
Face to face with a beautiful girl, I will not lie

Making me feel completely whole, not my will
I reached down to my inner soul, with joy it did fill
As I looked into her eyes, I was floating high
She was the piece that made me a man by and by

I reached out and touched her golden hair, it was like a pill
Nothing can help me now, I will pay the bill
I understand now why I waited for God's timing, I did cry
I don't know what I would do, if I had to say goodbye

I would try with all of my might to her dreams fulfill
God has given her to me for she fit the bill
Yet priceless is the freedom that she gave to me, as I cry
I reached out and took her hand, together we did fly

A beautiful golden haired girl, a trophy to place on the sill
Lord willing we will be together a much longer time still
Silently we sat there close together, she is no longer shy
God had promised He will be with us, showing us why

She has made me forget everything by the thrill
I look back on that day, as being a part of God's will
I could not take my eyes off the one I love
Praise Him, He brought me my golden haired girl

I know that I have Him to thank
And I love you, and I always will.

By Peter C. Salmond

Hi!

Hi, Married to my wife of 30 years, she is my life long partner picked for me by my God. I am a father of four, a daughter and three sons. Now I am pleased to say that I am also the grandfather to 9-10 grandchildren, seven grand-daughters and 3 grand-sons. I was born and raised on a farm in north central SK, I love and always have loved horses, at one time they were my life, now Jesus Christ and my wife and family are what my life is focused on. My overall goal is to be the man that God wants me to be in every way. My prayer is to draw closer to Him each day.

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