The SOUND of the RAIN !


It will perhaps seem strange to you, but for some days, I’m dying to hear the sound of  the rain! Yes you got me right, you know, when it rains and you hear the clicking or splashing of raindrops on the roof and against the windows, I miss it a lot.

Rain!

Let me explain: we arrived in Edmonton late July 2013, since that time until October, if I’m not mistaken, it has rained 3 or 4 times. Then winter  brutally came in November. It is now 5 months and we had 2 freezing rain that I call dangerous and impossible to appreciate, because, when there is snow and it rains, the snow becomes icy and terribly slippery, source of  falls and accidents .

So I would love to see  the snow completely melted  and hear the rain … I guess our friends from Belgium or Africa etc., may be shocked to hear that, I know some people who are tired of the rain, I understand you! Maybe we should exchange situations: send me your rain and we will gladly send you our snow. In fact, do not forget to add your spring or summer temperatures!

Beauty !! 

A little advice to you dear friends who have very positive temperatures: please, stop and listen, appreciate and contemplate the life reborn (the flowers that bloom, sunny blue sky, the rain as a contribution, the nature that sings the greatness of the Creator …) and do not let the “sick of the rain, the heat …” hide the grace to see our Perfect Creator: God in the beauty of His creation!

Happy Spring friends!

HELLO HEAVEN!!!


Two years ago: March 14, 2012 my father, my hero has left us to be with God, where there is no more pain, tears, mourning …

Although he was ill for a long time, his death for me was  brutal and very early. One says that the pain fades with time and we keep only the good memories. This is true for the good memories but not for the pain …

Hello heaven, dear God, here Debora

How is my dad?  562007_3650705223993_2114445347_n

Does he always keep his affectionate smile?

Is he always this inexhaustible source of wisdom?

Is he still a confidant, the wise man who knows how to listen?

Tell him that we do not forget …

Tell him that I so miss him …

Tell him he will always be my hero …

Dare To Desire.


The man was lying curled up in the sun, like a pile of rags thrown there by accident. The man barely looked like a human, but those who crossed the door to get in and out of Jerusalem recognized him. As far as they can remember, this place was his. He was crippled, dropped off there every morning by a member of his family, and picked at the end of the day.

Since years, the pool of Bethesda was a real human museum: the lame, the blind, the deaf, the lepers, and so on, met there, as rumour claimed that an angel would sometimes stir the waters (nobody knew exactly when) and the first patient to get in was cured. A sort of lottery. And like all lotteries, desperate hope for a miracle. So in theory, the man was not alone.

But as no one had really spoken to him, long ago, he first thought the question was for someone else. Squinting into the sun, he did not recognize the face leaning over him. The cripple then asked him to repeat his question, perhaps he had misunderstood. If the voice was soft, the question seemed harsh, even cruel, “do you want to be healthy?” (John 5:1-9)

“What kind of question is that? What other purpose could I have spending every day of the last thirty-eight years lying here? He mocks me.” The man was accustomed to ridicule and suffered a lot of harassment. However, his vision was adjusted to the light, he could identified his interlocutor, and his eyes too. There was no trace of mockery in him. Obviously, this man takes his question seriously and expects an answer: “What do you want?”. Who would dare ask such a shocking question? JESUS! Obviously this man wanted to be healed. Not need to be God.

Really? Like most questions asked by Jesus, this one had a greater purpose than it seemed. Of course, Jesus knew the answer, but what about the man did he know It? All his life had been shaped by suffering. Every day, he had wanted only one thing. No question of wealth. No question of celebrity. NO,  this man’s life was summed up in a simple but inaccessible DESIRE: WALK!  So he was at this place for thirty-eight years, hoping to hit the jackpot.

Since when did he start to get discouraged? How long can we maintain our desire when disappointment is perpetual? Some resist longer than others, but ultimately, we all reach a state of resignation, cynicism or bitterness. Over the years, this man, as some of us, lost all vital link with the desire of his heart. He had given up his desire.

Asking him what he wanted, Jesus  brought him into the secret of his own heart, to his deepest desire. Why? Because the desire must be our destination if we want to meet God.

It may be surprising, but Christianity is not an invitation to morality, or a program to conform to our society or to reform it. Christianity, essentially, begins with an invitation to desire. It has a powerful effect on our lives, but this transformation always start in your HEART!

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”