We have entered a cold season once again here in Manitoba. It is something that we go through every year. 8 months of cold and 4 months of warm. We choose to live here and endure. In and out of season we trudge through. Somehow every year our bodies adjust to the climate as it changes. From snow to sunshine to hot to cool to cold. It’s a blessing that it happens gradually!
If you have ever lived where I do then you’ll know what I’m talking about when I say that -15℃ feels actually nice in January but feels horribly cold in October. Our bodies somehow adjust… climatize.
It is an interesting thing that not only our bodies become climatized but I think our souls to can become climatized also. Does it bother you that our generation is so lenient towards so much? Does it hurt your soul to know that a majority of the world hasn't heard that Jesus loves them and died for them?!
Over the past year at my church, some neighbourhood girls ages 9-15 have been coming weekly to our prayer meeting night. As I was talking to one I found out she had never heard about the simple, yet powerful, story of Jesus?! That Jesus died and rose again. That Jesus loves her and formed her in her mother's womb.
It was such a joy telling her about some of that and seeing her eyes light up. She softly repeated what I had just told her about Jesus creating her beautiful green eyes and her bright smile, I loved seeing her understand what I was saying. Her heart was so soft to what I was saying. I haven’t seen her since, and I don’t know how much of what I said actually stuck and played a part in how she lives, but even for me that was a very good lesson.
For myself the reason working with kids is worth it is because of moments like those. It teaches me that my heart needs to become like a child's. Soft, and full of wonder and rediscovery. Being able to weep at the beauty of Jesus and bride is a humbling but powerful thing. Not hardening our hearts to the gospel. Yes, we have heard it many times probably but it is still a very precious reality that we need to take to heart. It is a very evil, cruel, cold world out there. Let not our hearts be climatized to the temperature of this world!
I am SO excited to be able to tell you guys what I have been working on! I will be doing two separate features on two separate boot styles from the 65-year-old, well known, tried and true Canadian shoe company called Cougar! I hope you enjoy it and go check out their shoes!
This is not a paid feature
I have always had a problem in the winter with my feet getting cold first. It makes for a terrible time of finding winter shoes and boots that will keep them at least a little bit warm. With becoming a pilot though there is one thing that flying in winter is… cold. It’s a type of cold that is difficult to escape. First, you do a pre-flight briefing… even this was freezing cold at the aerodrome where I flew out of, because of the fact that the old building had no heating and had a big hole in the middle of the floor. Then you have to pull out the plane on the icy packed snow. Then comes the pre-flight check.
The pre-flight check or the 'walk around' can be bitterly cold. For some of it, you have to take your gloves off such as checking the fuel. Then even after all of that getting in the plane and flying is not the warmest task for your feet either… for some reason the heaters only blow on your face.
I was desperate to have some comfortable flights. Many flights I’d shut the plane down, get out and I couldn’t feel my toes! When I saw the tag on the Vintage Cougar boots that they were warm down to -30℃ I was willing to give them a shot. I am so glad that I did! They have become my go-to shoe for flights especially in the winter and cold seasons. But I wear them for more than just flying! I use them as hiking boots too!
My feet have high arches and get sore really easily, so shoes that I last a 5km hike in without limping back pass my inspection. I decided to test out these Vintage Cougars on a hike in Banff National Park a little while ago. They passed my standards nicely and they made my hiking attire super cute too!
There is one component to my outfit in every picture that you will notice as something I apparently love to wear with my boots… that is my navy jacket. I definitely see the Vintage Cougar boots as more of a spring/fall/winter boot so I wear clothes accordingly. I put some tall cute socks with them or just let the ribbed fabric sides of the shoe do the talking! It doesn’t really matter what you pair with them they always look darling!
I have one more feature of their boots coming up soon!
Next week will be a regular post though
I sit at my desk.
Trying to put my thoughts into a logical post.
Distractions are never ending… oh I need to start a packing list!
Fed up with trying to think I turn on “The Best of Chopin” on Youtube and listen.
Ahhh, classical music.
There’s really not much like it.
Classical music and I have a long and steady relationship, not all played by my hands but more on the listening ear side of things.
I remember chilly winter mornings - when it seems winter will never end.
My mom, with her blue coffee mug in hand, trying to get us girls settled down for school.
Finally placing a shiny round disc into the CD player, Handle’s beautiful Hallelujah chorus would willing float into the room.
Yes, Beethoven has settled many a weary day.
The calming aroma that surrounds a piece of classical music is one that is hard to compare.
Sometimes I close my eyes and just let the music carry me.
It could lead me to a meadow of a thousand poppies, or perhaps a castle on an Irish hillside.
Into the dense jungle foliage as I read my favourite missionary biography.
Sometimes I wonder where the composers were when the music came.
Did they stop everything and run to a piano and start playing a beautiful piece?
Was it created out of hours sitting in front of the ivory keys labouring over each note?
Some probably composed out of deep personal anguish.
Thinking about the person behind the notes definitely puts a personal touch on it all.
Overall I am pretty sure that they were made from the heart.
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This past weekend was thanksgiving up here in Canada. It was truly a beautiful time of getting together with family. I know that this is going to be a ‘typical thanksgiving” post on thankfulness but a conversation that I had with my boss prompted me to write about it.
I work with a man that was adopted, I work with a man who lost his daughter in a car accident, I work with a man who has a down syndrome son… I work with people that have gone through a lot in life. Now there are differences in character between all of them and that is what makes them unique, but even though they aren’t believers some choose to look optimistically at life and some grumble and complain and constantly talk about other people. Now if my job is just a small reflection of the people that we walk past in everyday life that means that majority of people would not have any problem finding something to complain about. Some people choose to be pessimistic and some people choose to find joy in life.
If you remember back to that story that I wrote about Maria, it’s those types of stories that make you think about how good we have it. I don’t know where you are reading this blog from but where I live it’s not generally our lives that are under attack it is our morals… and yes as Canadians there are things that we need to fight against but we still have a very peaceful land and a place that has freedom. I am not living in constant fear for my life and my families lives… I am not wondering where my next meal is coming from… I am not being forced to work… I am not split up from my family because of war. Really thing only thing Manitobans can complain about (and really tend to take advantage of it) is the weather. My boss said, “Ya we have it pretty good. Our village isn’t being threatened by hurricanes and such… to bad if cable TV is out for you because of a snow storm, read a book.” Honestly we have very little to complain about and very much to be thankful for.
Anyone could let life get to them. Bottle up bitterness… I’ve been there more than once. You could look at your past and say “Oh poor me! --fill in the blank--” flop to the ground and live in a self-induced depression for the rest of your short life here on earth. Sometimes it’s very hard to realize, but life does go on. Giving of yourself to someone else is sometimes the best ways to be awakened to how blessed you are, not necessarily just with material processions but also for spiritual life and the blessings that Jesus has given us... being thankful for the time you have been given. Thanksgiving is once a year but the practice of being thankful is a every-minute-of-your-life commitment that is worth making.