Craving Fulfillment

Nourishment for Body and Soul

Utopia and a rainbow March 19, 2011

Filed under: Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 2:38 pm
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Precious Lego fills my china cabinet.



My bedside table is a box.





My living room is a sea of cardboard.



We are moving…1927 km east.


To home, from home.  Leaving family and friends, to be with family and friends.

Entangled roots are slowly being loosened to get their final tug in 6 weeks.


Us, we straddle two provinces.  Love that goes cross-country.

In either place we crave ‘home’ but when we name it for what it is, it isn’t a place here or there we crave.  We crave a place of perfect peace; a utopia really.  We crave Heaven.  When I heard, read, not sure…that we won’t be fully satisfied until we are in our eternal home in Heaven it eased the yearning and encouraged the contentment.  The ache, deferred; knowing it will be satisfied.


Blessed assurance.  Striving ceases (or lessons in my case; who am I kidding?).


Perennial roots will replant.  Weak and wilted at first but they will replenish and flourish with nourishment from the One that sustains us from our root to tip.  Maintains us in the wind and rain and promises sun.


Posts here have been scarce and will be for a couple of months until this storm blows over but the rainbow is what I look forward to.  God’s promise.  To bring sun after a storm, and sometimes even a rainbow.  If we wait, we are rewarded.  If we follow, we will see.


And we desire that each one of you show the same diligence to the full assurance of hope until the end,that you do not become sluggish, but imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises.

Hebrews 6: 11-12


May God bless you as you wait on the rainbow.


Hugs and blessings,



An Invitation for Acceptance March 8, 2011

Filed under: Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 10:20 pm

We discussed acceptance with the Sunday School children last time.  I read this morning His example, a little too late.  This conversation reads like a novel with a thread of unconditional love and acceptance.  The woman is taken aback.  I can see her, one hand holding her bucket and the other fingertips barely touching her throat as Jesus speaks to her.  She is a known outcast.  Her voice is shaky with disbelief at His invitation and unspoken complete acceptance.

John Chapter 4:3 – 26  The Message:


So Jesus left the Judean countryside and went back to Galilee.

To get there, he had to pass through Samaria.  He cane into Sychar, a Samaritan village that bordered the field Jacob had given his son Joseph.  Jacob’s well was still there.  Jesus, worn out by the trip, sat down at the well.  It was noon.

A woman, a Samaritan, came to draw water.  Jesus said, “Would you give me a drink of water?”  (His disciples had gone into the village to buy food for lunch.)

The Samaritan woman, taken aback, asked, “How come you, a Jew, are asking me, a Samaritan Woman, for a drink?” (Jews in those days wouldn’t be caught dead talking to Samaritans.)

Jesus answered, “If you knew the generosity of God and who I am, you would be asking me for a drink, and I would give you fresh, living water.”

The woman said, “Sir, you don’t even have a bucket to draw with, and this well is deep.  So how are you going to get this ‘living water’?  Are you a better man than our ancestor Jacob, who dug this well and drank from it, he and his sons and livestock, and passed it down to us?”

Jesus said, “Everyone who drinks this water will get thirsty again and again.  Anyone who drinks the water I give will never thirst – not ever.  The water I give will be an artesian spring within, gushing fountains of endless life.”

The woman said, “Sir give me this water so I won’t ever get thirsty, won’t ever have to come back to this well again!”

He said, “Go call your husband and then come back.”

“I have no husband,” she said,

“That’s nicely put:  “I have no husband.”  You’ve had five husbands, and the man you’re living with now isn’t even your husband.  You spoke the truth there, sure enough.”

“Oh, so you’re a prophet!  Well, tell me this:  Our ancestors worshiped God at this mountain, but you Jews insist that Jerusalem is the only place for worship, right?”

“Believe me, woman, the time is coming when you Samaritans will worship the Father neither here at this mountain nor there in Jerusalem.  You worship guessing in the dark; we Jews worship in the clear light of day.  God’s way of salvation is made available through the Jews.  But the time is coming – it has, if fact, come – when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter.

“It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God.  Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth.  That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before Him in their worship. God is sheer being itself – Spirit.  Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”

The woman said, “I don’t know about that.  I do know that the Messiah is coming.  When he arrives, we’ll get the whole story.”

“I am he,” said Jesus.  “You don’t have to wait any longer or look any further.”

I remember when my relationship with God was detached; before Jesus was personal.  I tried to be good for God, the assumed unreachable being, beyond my ability to please.   I am still getting it at a deeper level.


The Father is looking for those who are simply and honestly themselves before Him…

As I read it, my shoulders relax, my eyes show less of their wrinkles and my being rests in His acceptance.

Hugs and blessings,



New News February 26, 2011

Filed under: Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 11:06 pm
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With internet issues and big news at our house, the blog has lacked action.  I will be back soon with explanation but let me leave you with this:


Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life.  He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.”

John 6:35

Jesus, who satisfies our soul’s hunger and thirst.  The fulfillment we crave.


Hugs and blessings,



Counting Blessings #25 – 37 February 14, 2011

Filed under: Multitude Mondays — Jane Weber, RD @ 10:25 pm


Counting my blessings and am thankful for…


25.  Leopards


26.  Friends laughing over the 8:10 pm china cut-off time at the coffee-house.  Closing time was 9:00pm.  [Youth who obviously had better things to do than stay and wash our dishes after closing]

27.  Cousins in the snow



28.  My non-morning person’s 7 am couldn’t-hold-back smile

29.  Another lesson in listening to His voice sooner

30.  Moroccan stew

31.  Co-workers who gladly share

32.  Co-workers who make me feel normal

33.  Eight-word emails with the subject line “love”

34.  A taste of summer in winter that takes you back to picking, hulling and ‘smashing’

35.  Too much whipped cream



36.  “Thank you God for the wonderfulest Valentine supper in the world ever!”


37.  Confirmation


My hope is you feel God’s love all over you today.

Hugs and blessings,



Counting Blessings January 31, 2011

Filed under: Multitude Mondays,Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 10:53 pm

Counting my blessings and am thankful…


14.  A day off school and a day off work

15.  being hungry and being filled

16.  a disappointment followed by a nice surprise


17.  sons anticipating words and chapters that I loved to hear… a second time through


18.  a helpful hand and a whimsical kiss

19.  a reminder to not give empty promises of prayers but to pray


20.  neighbour friends

21.  a good little patient

22.  leftover turkey as a jump start to supper


23.  Christian radio to inject teaching

24.  an echo of your own attitude so you can hear yourself


May your blessings blossom…

Hugs and blessings,



Rope Me In January 22, 2011

Filed under: Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 8:49 pm
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When you have had a bad week, what do you cling to?

When you are at the end of your rope, do you look down or up?

It’s been one of those weeks when I found myself counting blessings like, no one in my family has cancer, so I am thankful.  I don’t live with pain every moment; blessing # 2.  I know when I am counting big things, the small things are getting me down and wearing me out.  Lots of moments when I said “You’ve got to be kidding me.”  And lots to make a good story over tea.

But it reminded me of an analogy that I don’t know where it came from but I think it came when I said to God…

“I’m at the end of my rope here, God.  Can you help me out, please?”

And He said back…

“Here, grab onto mine.  My rope doesn’t end.”

I’m thankful today for never-ending ropes, freely supplied for the taking, if you ask.  May your week find you clinging to the Unending Rope whether you are counting big or little blessings.

Hugs and blessings,



Unabashed Fondness January 15, 2011

Filed under: Nourishment for Your Soul — Jane Weber, RD @ 8:54 pm
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~ an excerpt from my mid summer’s journal ~

Seeing the connection between two 5-year-old cousins who adore each other is heart intriguing.  A boy and girl who giggle at silliness or nothing much, I covet.  How simple; how true to how it should be.  At what age do we lose it?  My 10-year-old has lost it.  Conscious of more.  My 8-year-old is in the process of losing it but entirely, has not.  He’s still able to give hugs with a bit of guarding and occasionally at bedtime requests that I get right in to give him his good night cuddle.

How I crave this honesty with you God.  I know the rewards.  I’ve tasted them.  In the stillness of bedtime we cuddle and I hug the warmth.  Your blessing touches my inner most part and satisfies at these times when I truly let you in.

I hear another set of giggles when a fly swatter hits a fridge magnet and it learns how to fly.  On to the next, they flitter out of the room.  I want to follow them.  I crave their sweet abandon; their unpretentious hearts.  I yearn to be young in this way towards you, my Father.

“Dear Jesus, I try to imagine your face looking into the Father’s and try to mimic it.  It’s in the trying, the striving to be better, that You tell me to rest.  To just be, and let You minister to me.

Sense in me my love for You, dear God, warm with the thought of seeing You in Glory.  Thank you for this glimpse to pull my eyes upward and shed my veil if only for a moment.


This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the

Presence behind the veil,

Hebrews 6:19


Hugs and blessings,