Saturday, April 30, 2016

The ant hill


On a field trip with my daughter, we wander North America’s largest urban park, Fish Creek Provincial Park, in small groups looking for insects and wildlife. Any animal with any sense, vacated the area when they heard a bus of screaming grade two children turn in to the park boundaries. Thank heavens for the insects. It’s still cold so you have to dig for them.

Oh, except for the large mound, the ant hill, swarming with ants of all sizes. They are black and red in colour. One can only guess for every ant on the surface there are more within the mound, like an iceberg.

Oh the excitement, the screams the unwillingness to handle the ants and the kids were excited too. Ahem.

The day was nice and I’m sure I’ll be able to suppress the memories in time.

Except the ant hill. That image is stuck in my mind.

I like to listen to various viewpoints, atheist, other religious positions and one of the most common is that God, if he is real, is a force. A creator type of being who started things spinning and then sits back and lets it role. He looks down on his creation like I looked down on the ant hill. God sits at a distance, detached.

I can understand why people believe this, but I personally don’t agree.

It boils down to our world view. And mine, to be blunt is shaped very much by the Bible. It is the tool I use to understand my God better.

I don’t feel like an ant. I don’t feel like God is a force, out there detached. I don’t feel an absence in the heavens.

Why?

Because I believe what I read, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Did you catch that? He knows how many hairs are on our heads. Alright, not a huge challenge when you consider my husband (just kidding), but my head? He knows how many hairs are on this super thick Bailey scalp!! Wow!! He knows the details of his creation to that degree. He knows my name, my thoughts. Even the best entomologist would not be able to name the thousands of ants in an ant hill. He wouldn’t be able to know each ant in that detail. But my God does.

I have seen his hand in my life in a way that shows me his love and concern. He doesn’t prevent the bad from coming, but he guides us and helps us grow through it all.

And even the best entomologist wouldn’t understand his creation enough to see the need for salvation. Even the luckiest ant has never experienced (nor has need as part of God’s natural world) a saviour.

To me God is not a force. Because, “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

No other world view offers that. Not one.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Beautiful February weekend

We have had beautiful weather for the last couple weeks. Several Chinooks and an overall mild winter have combined for a wonderful break to winter. We got out for a little walk over the weekend. Super enjoyable.

The kids have dragged out their bikes and scooter and their roller blades. Downside is that our little backyard rink is now a puddle but it lasted longer than we thought it would so we are still happy.

If the weather turns ugly again the kids will be very disappointed. They are geared up for spring.





Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Winter picnic

As I woke Monday and realized we were staring down a week of total togetherness, all the time, all day long, togetherness, I made a decision. I decided we would have to go into the wilderness for a field trip one of the days. So I called Grandpa to see if he wanted to join us. It was based on some vague plan around an article someone posted on Facebook about winter hikes in Kananaskis.

Dad agreed to my vague plan. I then had a sleepless night trying to figure out what we'd do if there was 4 feet of snow in K-country. Honestly, if I get stuck up to my waste in snow, no one in the group would be strong enough to get me out. Scary prospect.

Grandpa arrived and had managed to do a bit more research than I had. He found out that McLean Creek picnic area is open all year and you can have a fire. So he came armed with hot dogs. So with our new and improved plan we went off on our adventure. Just Mommy, kids and Grandpa. 

We had a great time. So fun. We got smoky and smelly and went for a hike, we even walked across the frozen lake and found all the ice-fishing holes. It turned out to be a perfect day. 

We decided we'd have to go again!











Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Merry Christmas from the Davis Family

Yet another year has passed.
And I have to admit it was my worst year as a blogger. Sorry!!




We would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
God bless you all in the New Year. 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Pondering how my Mom thinks about her Mom

Today my Mom told me a story. She had done something that reminded her of her own mother. She laughed and said, "I guess I am getting to be like my Mom."

It caused me to think about this phenomenon. Many women resent the idea that they might be "turning out like there mothers." Not that they think their mothers are bad, but I think we have in us a need to be our own person to not just be a continuation of someone else.

Until our mothers are gone.

Then it seems women yearn for connection with their own mothers. They see them in all the little ordinary things.

It points to this wonderful and yet complex relationship we have with our mothers. The longest running and some could argue the most influential relationship we will ever have. Sometimes these relationships go through periods of change. Times where the relationship is redefined.

For example when I went home to work after my first year of University my mother on more than one occasion poured tea and only set out two cups, even though there were clearly three of us in the house. She had adjusted to all her kids being gone and two was her new norm. I had to adjust to this new framework and learn to get my own damn cup! HA.

As my mother ages I see in her a longing for connection with her mother. A growing understanding perhaps, now that she herself is getting older. In her there seems to be a growing acceptance to the idea of the great influence her mother had in her own life.

It is, from my perspective a beautiful thing.

I hope one day that I turn out just like my mother!

Friday, October 02, 2015

Last days of fall

Well, that sounds a bit dramatic but they did forcast snow for tomorrow. We went to fish creek park to wonder around on this beautiful Friday with our neighbor and her three beautiful kids. Great fun getting wet and throwing rocks.





Mini day trip

Last Friday the kids were off school, so we decided to drive to Kanaskis for the afternoon. I love Alberta in the fall. A drive in the mountains on a glorious fall day is just this side of heaven if you ask me.

I feel very blessed to live in such a beautiful spot. Not everyone thinks Alberta is the embarrassing cousin that no one wants to talk about, ahem!! In fact, many of us are very proud of Alberta. Proud of our landscape, proud of our people and proud of the independent spirit that's make us who we are.

Don't go changing Alberta, no matter who this you should, your pretty damn good the way you are.

Enough soap box, now pictures of cute kids.









Monday, August 17, 2015

Little summer break

We have just returned from a short break to eastern BC. We had a wonderful time. Such a wonderfully beautiful spot.