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The Balancing Act

I have been working on several new projects and seeking God’s wisdom on how to BALANCE life. WHY? In order to HONOR HIM. In today’s world we are saturated with technological savvy messages on how to get our product out there in order to grow our business. There are apps to help us schedule our advertising through Blogging, Facebook, and Instagram. 

Thankfully there is ancient wisdom still relevant for us today – Holy Scripture, to help us schedule our entire life for godly success. Psalm 23:3 reminds us to rest “for sake of His reputation.” Deuteronomy 30:15-17 warns us of the dangers of idolatry, putting our work (or other) before God. And finally Phil. 4:8 gives us a list of godly virtues in which to analyze our agenda and motivation by.

 I encourage you to consider Christ, and His way, and you will find balance and joy.


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I was reading in My Inspire Journey the other day about God’s plan for Sabbath rest. Psalm 23 was one of the scripture readings. Every time I read scripture I learn something new, even when reading a familiar, well known passage. I was struck by verse 3 in the EXB (Expanded Bible) by the word  ‘reputation’. He leads us into rest and on right paths for the good of his reputation. Everything I do as a His follower affects His reputation. Now that’s a good reason to make sure I’m rested. What do you think?

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Christmas Hope

Give the Gift of Christmas Hope this year, by Cindy Palin

Seasons come and seasons go, and every year the sight of snow threatens to paralyze my soul. Christmas finds me questioning your gifts of joy and suffering, and memories send me off in search of hope. I am weaker than most – You came to a manger. I am broken to the bone – You were pierced for a stranger. The past has left its mark – but Christmas heals the heart with memories of a child who offers hope. Hope is your child, Hope is your love, covering a multitude of memories that will never measure up. Seasons come and seasons go and every year should I get cold help the love you give me make a home. At times I might feel out of place, O but for your light of grace – every year you always offer hope. ©CindyPalin All Rights Reserved

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Like There’s No Tomorrow

We habitually sum up people at first glance, but listening is where it’s at. Today I kept listening. When something didn’t make sense I listened some more. I left work dragging my heels to the car, wearing all her words on my shoulders, but only temporarily.

As I drove home my spirit questioned God, and while I questioned answers began to formulate on my lips. I got in the door and went right to the piano…

“I’m here standing on the edge of the battlefield”

I know that is where I am supposed to be, fighting for others with God’s strength and wisdom.

I continued…..

“but let’s get real, it doesn’t look too good, you never said it would, and so I kneel” (John 16:33, Ephesians 6:18).

I continued to tell God what I saw…

“Right here, I survey the carnage of selfishness, it’s quite a mess, and yet the rose still blooms among the thorny tomb, and so I rise.”

I paused. Wasn’t Jesus telling me that he stood where I am a long time ago? And didn’t he find a way? And didn’t he rise from the dead? Was it not possible for myself and for others to get back up and keep on going, with His help? The key was to keep Him in focus and not the circumstances. As usual God was showing me a way through, not a way out, and not a way to feel sorry for myself or others, but a way to grasp the mystery of the Gospel-the truth.

“To life and all its imperfections, to live and suffer as you suffered, to love like there’s no tomorrow.”

So I didn’t have a quick fix for the dilemmas of the day, but I had something even more tangible – the love of God.

“You’re here pouring all your comfort and holiness upon our heads (John 14:16). O death where is thy sting (1 Cor. 15:55), O my Lord God and King and so I sing!  And so I sing! To life and all its imperfections, to live and suffer as you suffered, to love like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Like There’s No Tomorrow”©Cindy Palin, July 17, 2018 Dedicated to all of His beloved who are struggling. Let us struggle side by side.

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In Mourning Over Our Nation’s Folly

A Nation founded on Biblical principles now rejecting them? Those professing Christ are THE minority, and soon to be without a voice?

I don’t have to be a Bible scholar to know that believers in Canada are facing new challenges to say the least, “terrible times in the last days” (2 Tim. 3).

I know that Paul in 2 Timothy reminds us to be kind and not quarrelsome (2 Timothy 2:24).

Our opponents must be gently instructed for repentance and the knowledge of the truth to follow (2 Tim. 25).

Instead of being overwhelmed with sadness, let us pray for our leaders (1 Timothy 2:1-2).

We can be sure that when there is persecution, there will be growth in the church. Just look at what happened in the New Testament after Christ’s death and resurrection.

In closing, we can mourn over our nation’s folly. I found an older song by Switchfoot, called: The Blues, just right for the state of my heart tonight.

And I am going to mourn as I listen to this song, but we are not without hope.



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The Day After the World Held its Breath

(Dedicated to the young men saved from a cave in Thailand, and to all who risked their lives to save them, and to all who offered prayers to God on behalf of them, and to the medical staff attending them, and to God be the glory, July 11th, 2018)


Let us keep our lips silent and our eyes lifted towards the mountains.

Anything we dare speak now will only ruin this sacred moment,

The day after the world held its breath.

They are alive! They have been rescued!

Let the tears of relief shower, and the wails of reunion swell.

Strangers from around the world gathered.

Minds strained and hearts ached, and humankind chose to risk everything to save them.

Prayers from every Nation cried out to God and He heard us and sustained them.

An invisible cloud of witnesses looked on and wept from the heavens for their souls,

That the frigid, grueling, merciless, murky trek to the depths of the earth be conquered.

They emerged cocooned in courage and passed on into wisdom and healing,

To feel the light of day, to meet endless possibilities, a future, a hope and a love bathed in oxygen.

So please… quiet, don’t shatter this hallowed, historic hour.

Don’t Hollywood it, or analyze it, critique it or complain this away.


Don’t wallow in what could have been done differently.


Don’t cheapen this triumphant feat.


Don’t try to understand it with your finite mind.

Just stand in awe, or kneel in reverence and listen for the whispers of gratitude in a thousand languages, fill the skies.

They will never be the same, we will ever be the same.

Mothers and Fathers have had their sons returned.

My chest rises and falls as sleep draws near,

But my soul will continue to sing His praises over them,

Even in my dreams.





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Living Differently, or Dying a Slow Death?

Recently I had the privilege of hearing Pastor Tim at the Prairie Tabernacle in Three Hills, Alberta.  He was talking about the early church, how they were cut to the heart with the truth of the Gospel (Acts 2:37), and because of the Truth they began to live differently.

When people commit to something new for the first time there is always a huge learning curve. Why should choosing to believe in Christ be any different? How do we live differently after deciding to be a Christian? Who is going to help us understand what living differently looks like?

Acts chapter two tells us that one of the first things we do is get baptized (v38). Going under the water means dying to self, coming out of the water is living as Christ (Romans 6:4), but how do we live that out after the baptismal service is over and the tank is drained dry?

Many people call themselves believers or Christians today, but there is no evidence of their faith claim.

Pastor Tim continued in Acts and reminded us of the story of Ananias and Sapphira (Acts 5). Many new converts believed and their actions and speech aligned. They were hearing what was being preached, and living radically different. Ananias and Sapphira liked the looks of the early church, but thought they could believe in Christ and mix a little of their own agenda in the pot. They wanted God’s way and their way at the same time. They said one thing and did another. Does any of this sound familiar?  Their decision to believe and yet do what they wanted resulted in their death. Their death was immediate. Today many so called believers are dying a slow death. They have accepted Christ and the freedom He promises, but are not experiencing that freedom. They are not living their faith out.

This phenomenon has got me asking how we the church can help new believers immerse themselves in the Truth, and experience new life? We could ask, “Do new believers want accountability in their life?” but I think the better question is, “Do we the church understand part of living differently is understanding our responsibility to disciple and teach and hold one another accountable?” It isn’t enough to simply celebrate someone’s faith decision. We are called to walk along side one another and live differently – together.

But guess what?  It means work (Phil. 2:12). Peter warned and pleaded! (Acts 2:40). And if we don’t warn and plead? Well then perhaps we don’t love Him, or love others. After all ‘love’ today means something far different than the love Christ displayed through his death on a cross for you and me.

-Cindy Palin


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Here Comes Hope

The other day I was contemplating the pain of another, and how we go through things so we can identify when someone else walks through the valley, how ultimately the Son of God did the same thing and then went one step further…..

“Here Comes Hope”

I’m here to tell you I’ve been there

O shattered heart of yesteryear

But I believe I cried those tears

to cry today

My Father wasn’t always loving

so I left home in search of meaning

And I believe my sorrow then

was for today

So I’d understand where you are

So You’d comprehend

You will never be alone again

Now that I know, my prayers echo

and here comes hope

I’m here to whisper weary soul

our brokenness can make us whole

I believe we have to fall

to stand today

Our Father God who is in heav’n

sent His Son down to walk with men

I believe He came to earth

just for today

So He’d understand where you are

So you’d comprehend

You needn’t ever be alone again

Now that you know, why not leg go?

‘Cause here comes hope

©Cindy Palin, June 24th, 2018

Dedicated to a dear friend

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The Marsh of Mental Maladies

This past week I met with a community fraught with challenges. Specifically I trudged through the marsh of mental illness, offering hands and weathered shoulders to hold and lean upon. My ears strained in the shadows for a familiar comforting voice. I watched from a shelf on the wall to get a bird’s eye view of it all, holding my tongue and wringing my heart.

One by one I met the soldiers standing at their gates. Each one equipped with a different shade of red tape. Soft tones, methodical words, plastic masks, yet no direction.

“We haven’t always been here” I told myself. It has taken a thousand years or more for the callouses to form, and the politically correct lingo to roll off our lips.

The marsh is too thick now, too deep, too ‘muck and mire’ for freedom to ever reign again. We treat the symptoms, but not the sickness. We make a list, we dial, we write, and go home to bed, to start all over in the morning.

But sometimes we pray. Sometimes we hear that mysterious voice whisper with the wisdom from before the earth was formed. And we’re lifted above the fog. All the papers, protocol, pomp and circumstance disappear, and the answer shines out of the mist. There is a path to take, there is a line to cross, there is a truth to stand on.

One prayer at a time, one day at a time, one heart at a time, the children of the living God can move, can heal, can love one another to wholeness, in His name. O the precious name.

“Dedicated to my family, friends and neighbours who struggle in their spirit and their soul”. There is hope.