"...once our eyes are opened, we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God, who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know, and holds us responsible to act."
Proverbs 24:12

Monday, December 15, 2014

My refuge

On the steps to my sanctuary were a reminder that I am loved, protected and that I can rest under His wings....

"In the shelter of your presence you hide them" Psalm 31:20


"He will cover you with His feathers,and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.  You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, not the plague that destroys midday." Psalm 91:4-6

"Show me the wonders of your great love,  you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes.  Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings from the wicked who are out to destroy me, from my mortal enemies who surround me." Psalm 17:7-9

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Feathers of Grace and Comfort

My thoughts swirl,
like the wind
never stopping long enough to be recorded on a page.
to never be completed
only added to.
     I did that wrong.
          I missed that chance.
               I should have done that
and on they go,
beating me down,
reducing me to the dust that gets swept away in the wind.
The chaos stirs
my words-
     too loud,
          too fast,
my heart it hurts when I cause the pain
but sometimes still the words will ring

then rolling in like a tumble weed are the things I care about,
the ones I need
The memories of loved ones no longer here
or loved ones 
who won't draw near.
The longings,
     dreaming
          sometimes done.
Is hope enough to think the wind will slow enough
for my heart to be heard?

Then gently, slowly they start to fall.
single tiny stars,
others clustered like white, downy feathers
     clinging together
          falling like grace.
Landing on me and making me new
Covering the world like a soft warm blanket
stilling the wind that rushes me around

In the stillness,
silenced by the white
I am not alone.
You will never leave me
you know me by name
And the snowflakes land softly,
united like a heart,
I am your beloved.



 I was sitting in our new hot tub this morning.  Thoughts were swirling.  It had just been 2 days since the two year anniversary of my dad's passing from this life, my friend's mom passed away the same day, our friend's son had gone to glory, we had gone to a funeral to say goodbye to a family member of Linc's and at the same time a 9 year old girl's short life was being celebrated, leaving her family to figure out life without her sparkle and life in their home.  My thoughts jumped over to our friends whose daughter has been sick since the start of summer and how it has affected her and each of them. And, swirled in were thoughts that  reminded me that some of my words yesterday were more harsh then loving when I gave in to frustration and weariness.  And as the wind picked up, I ducked down lower into the relaxing warm water in the hot tub so I wouldn't feel the cold on my neck.  Suddenly, small sparkly snow flakes began to fall.  They were tossed around by the wind until suddenly the whole air was full of flakes that had joined together into clusters that looked like downy feathers.  They fell slowly and silently.  They landed on my skin, melting.  They were amazing, perfectly formed and beautiful.  They rained down like grace, reminding me that even when I don't have it all together I have the One who will equip me.  One fell on the side of the tub, resting momentarily in the shape of a perfect, 3D heart before melting.  I was overcome with the reminder that I am loved.  The words "I am not alone" played over and over in my head.  And I was reminded about the verse where it talks about being covered by feathers:

"He will shield you with his wings.
He will shelter you with his feathers."
Psalm 91:4a

And so I sat there, tears mixing with the snowflakes.  Peaceful.  Loved.  Forgiven.   And encouraged to face the day under the shadow of his wings


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

He's Bananas About Me

I decided to steal a blog-post from my other blog because it is a reminder of how loved I am.  This is from December 2013.  My back and shoulders were sore and I was feeling uptight about going grocery shopping.  Not sure what was going on but as I told Linc, he began to fix the problem give suggestions as to what could be done to ease my anxieties.  Not sure if it was the thought of spending more money or of pushing the cart through the snow without hurting my back/neck/shoulders more, but we talked and prayed about it.  Linc suggested I either leave my cart outside the store and drive my van up to the no-parking zone and load the groceries in or I ask someone to help me push it to the van.  That evening I decided to pray for sales at the store, especially the bananas (every time I pray about this, God provides bananas at half price).  So the next morning I got ready and decide to beat the winter snowstorm and head off to superstore.  As I pull up, a car drives out of the parking place closest to the door so I take that spot (answer #1, I am parked right at the door!).  I get into the store and find most of my items are one sale or are on sale and I get extra points on my card for them!  However, when I get to the discount produce place, I don't find any bananas.  I go to the banana section and see all the regular priced bananas.  I kind of stood there, asking why they weren't on sale, when I turned and there was a huge stack of bananas- all on 50% off.  I had to smile.  What a sign of being cared for- it may seem insignificant to some, but I got quite excited by this!  So I continued on-the bread my kids like was on sale plus had bonus points (points = more cash to spend on another shopping trip!), the parchment paper was on sale, the flour was on sale and so on...  I filled my cart, fitting everything in like a puzzle and went to pay.  I was able to use points to pay for $230 of the $234 of groceries.  I then asked about the free offer, and learned that if I spent $250 I got a free turkey, so off I went to buy 2 of the items I'd forgotten from my list, used points for $20 and paid $2 something and got a free $28 turkey!  I was feeling pretty blessed and cared for at this point, paying so little for a cart full of food- so full that as I left the store, my taco chips and paper towels started to blow off my cart.  At this point, my friend, Rachel appears, on her way into the store.  She offers to help and pulls my cart to my van- yup- yet another answer to our prayer for help at the store.    Coincidence?  I don't believe so.  Just one of the many ways God shows up in my everyday life and takes care of me.  A whisper of love.
I love seeing God's hand at work, making things happen that if I don't take time to step back and acknowledge, I think just happened.  I need to keep recording these situations to remind myself that I have the help of a mountain moving, miracle working God.   I don't believe in coincidence.  Things happen because of choices we make but also because of requests we make to God and because of the great love God has for us and that He wants to bless us as we enter into relationship with him.

 *****

I continue to pray about sales and good deals before I go shopping.  This week I went shopping during the afternoon at a time when I hadn't planned to go.  So as I was walking though the store, I was talking with God, telling Him that even though I hadn't asked him earlier for some sales, they would still help with cutting the bill for feeding 6 plus people.  As I came to the produce area, I didn't find anything useful on the discount shelves.  However, as I took a few more steps, chatting with Him about how I know that I am still loved even if there wouldn't be any discounted foods, I found a bag of oranges with the discount sticker just sitting there on a pile of squashes!  I added it to my cart.  When I got to the bananas, I was about to buy the regular priced ones when I noticed the produce guy was emptying bananas from boxes onto the shelves.  I noticed a pile of bananas beside him so I asked about the pile of bananas and he told me they would be for 1/2 price and started bagging them for me.  After the first 4 bags, I offered to finish bagging them myself and even gave a bag to a friend who came by!  Once again, I left the store smiling, reminded that I am loved. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Beloved, Be Loved.

I was listening to music while cleaning in the kitchen.  The song "Be Loved" by Christy Nockels came on and I felt the need to stop what I was doing and let the words wash over me.  I was brought to tears as I let the worries of the day, the pain and things that aren't perfect fade away.  I feel so refreshed, so alive.  I am His Beloved.  Maybe, like me, you need to hear these Truths today today:


 You are loved.  You are not alone.  You are treasured.  You matter to the one who created you.  He longs to dance with you.  He longs to hold you and let you rest in His embrace.  Will you let yourself be loved today? 

The words are as follows:

Be Loved
have you ever let yourself be loved by the one who made you
have you ever told your soul to believe that his heart is on your side
you could even try to run away but there is nothing you can do
so just be loved, be loved, he loves you
just be loved, be loved, he loves you

have you ever let yourself be held by the one who holds this world
have you ever told your soul to rejoice that his arms are open wide
you could even try to run away but he’d come running after you
so just be held, be held, he holds you
just be held, be held, he holds you

we didn’t earn it, he just chose to give it, and its in our resting that we rise up singing rejoice, again I say rejoice
rejoice, again I say rejoice

you are loved, be loved, he loves you
you are loved, be loved, he loves you

you are loved, be loved, he loves you
just be loved, be loved, he loves you
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/christy-nockels/be-loved-lyrics/#81OM3WeTRRfhlXqV.99


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Hope When the Leaves Fall

As the air grows cold and the sun is hidden behind the clouds it brings a sense of weariness. I am tired.  Sore.  Worn out and in need of renewal.  I am tired of being strong, of doing extra to keep our household afloat.  Since summer I've been running, not taking the time to rest.  Not taking the time to release.  Not taking the time to soak in grace.  I have enjoyed the strength that has been building in my body, some days even forgetting the pain that fibromyalgia brings.  But after going away to the Whiteshell for the week and beginning to relax, it's like my defenses came down.  I began to rest.  To be free of doing, free of all I've been carrying since Linc's accident.  And with that release, my body seemed to crash.

On Monday, the weather changed, and with it, my muscles began to seize and the all too familiar pain began to encase my body.  Like a cage it traps me.  Fears rise, like gophers in a field, popping up.  My mind automatically begins to calculate how many months until these prairie lands will thaw again, and with that the spasms in my muscles will stop.  The cold lasts too long.  Pain is dark and lonely and I find myself dreading it.  The wind has begun to blow, leaves being stripped from trees and the colored beauty tossed to the ground carelessly.  My body stiffens as if frozen.  On Friday Linc and I took the afternoon to go for a walk.  We sought shelter from the wind in trails through the bush.  In places, the wind felt cold and miserable but as we walked along, we found open spaces where the sun shone down, bringing warmth, coaxing my body to relax.


 We sat on the side of the trail, drinking in the sunlight.  The cold wind blew above the trees but I felt the warm whispers of Hope around me.  The truth of grace began to stir and love covered me.  I was reminded that the One who loves me is always with me and He is bringing healing to me.  I am captivated by His beauty.  I am lost when I look into the eyes of Jesus.  I find rest when I let go and wait in His arms.  And even if the pain in my body continues, my eyes are fixed beyond me,  beyond the pain of now and on the One who loves me with a love so deep.  It washes over me.  It carries me through the nights and the days.  And I am filled with hope, that even when the leaves fall, I am not alone.

And As I typed this, I was reminded of the song I heard the other day, which stripped away the layers and brought me Hope and reminded me of the Truth:

 (Sinking Deep by Hillsong United)






Monday, September 22, 2014

Adventures In The Outdoors

Water is quietly lapping against the shore. The sun dances across the lake. White bark shines between golden and red leaves. Three of our kids are attempting to manoeuvre a canoe along the shoreline- excitement, the unknown, yelling, bickering and tears come from the green boat, creating enough energy to carry them a ways out and back in. Another child is perched on the top of the water slide, casting his rod, hoping to catch an unsuspecting fish. The sun is warm but tinged with the smell of fall. Leaves slowly drop silently from the trees, as if lazy and content to let go and gather on the ground after the summer. There are no schedules. No lawn to mow. No school agendas to sign. No phones to answer. No to-do list, other than to relax, to drink coffee, to eat, to laugh, to rest, to enjoy the scenery and to be together as a family.

After a summer that took a different turn when Linc had his bike accident, we decided to book a get-away in the Whiteshell and get away from the walls we've been staring at in our house. We are in a gorgeous cabin on the south side of Falcon Lake. After a bit of searching online, we found our cabin with an outdoor hot-tub, a large fireplace with a beautiful lake view. Our van was loaded with food, clothing, books and crafts. Oh, and each other. Our plans were to escape the daily routine and doctor appointments, to absorb the last bits of the summer warmth left in the sun and to enjoy the beauty in the woods coloured with autumn glory. Resting and relaxing; the perfect thing to help with Linc's healing and give us all a retreat. And should I be as honest as to add that the wonderful canoeing adventure I started to describe ended after a few paddles splashed and angry words rang out over the lake about someone never paddling and about one wanting to smack the other over the head with their paddle...

As I continue to type between visiting with my family, Jaydi has just completed a solo canoe trip back and forth on the shore (or getting lost at sea as she claims), I heard the loudest splash and looked up to see Linc pulling Paulos (and his rod) out of the water and back onto the dock.- no questions needed as to why we insisted he wear his life jacket when by the water. And moments later we hear an excited screech as Tristan loses his balance and slides from his fishing perch on the slide to be rescued just before hitting the water. I have been told that you can experience peace in the midst of chaos, and as these moments happen, memories are made and stories about the adventures begin to take shape.  The water continues to lap gently along the shore, creating a sense of stillness. A comforting background noise to the life lived out loud in front of me.

And as Meski wrote in her diary yesterday;”...and then we are going to start another day. We had FUN.”

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Birthday Reminders

Today is a day that I kind of dance around in my head  I know it is coming, but think I can avoid it if I pretend it isn't coming.  I don't know whether to anticipate it or dread it.  It's my dad's birthday.  And it's the second one without him here on earth.  It's another one of those days where I miss him and don't know how to expect myself to feel or how I will feel.  I know I shouldn't put the pressure on myself, but even as I try to release it, I still dance around it.

I woke up this morning feeling anxious and felt a need for peace.  I know that real peace does not come from within me, but from The Lord, who is Peace himself.   1Thessalonians 3:16 it reads: "Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you".  As a Christ follower, I am never without peace, but I do need to choose to receive it.  I don't need to dread this day- I can rest in the peace that covers me.

I began to journal in hopes of collecting my thoughts and making sense of them.  I poured out my heart, my pain over not having dad here to celebrate with.  I also included the frustration I was feeling from my sore back (muscle spasms).  And as I wrote, I realized a song was playing in the background about God's love and I was reminded that I am His beloved.  As I wrote, I remembered that God is for me.  I will never be left alone  Nothing can separate me from his love  I am weak but God and His joy are my strength.  I was reminded that these pains and troubles that I have are temporary.
The pain in my body feels like I'm stuck in a cage.  It binds me.  It locks me within the walls of my skin.  I long for the door to be opened and the muscles to release and the pain to dissolve away pain and set me free.

I later read 2 Corinthians 4:16-18: "Therefore we do not lose heart.  Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what  is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal".  These were the words my soul was crying out for.  The hope of the eternal.  The desire to see the unseen.  The encouragement to keep going, to not give in to the dark hopelessness.  That something much much better to come than the pain and sadness this world offers. 

I read on in 2 Corinthians chapter five about how our bodies ache and groan as we wait for our eternal heavenly home.  I am not at home here and I am so thankful for the gift of the Holy Spirit who secures what is to come.  And deep within me I long for what is coming. 

And so, I faced my day knowing I was not alone, I was loved and that better things were to come. I also let the tears flow as memories of my dad played through my mind.  I was filled with the deep ache of missing him, but I was also soothed with the memory of being loved by him. 

And one day... one day we will meet again.  I have the feeling that eternity worshiping our great creator will outweigh the pain of missing my dad, but right now it feels like we never got enough time together. 

And so I grab hold of the peace that covers me, I press on, longing for the day that my earthly body will fade away and I look forward to the celebration that is to come.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Full House

I love our little house.  Recently I was convicted of wanting a bigger house, a neater house, a cleaner house.  I was hearing comments that were lies- that my house wasn't enough.  That the mess was too much.  And that the noise was chaotic.  The message was: get in control!  And that message made anxious feelings try to surface so I stepped back and opened my eyes to the Truth.

We recently had a group of around fifteen grade 7 and 8 teenagers over for an event.  I couldn't believe how quickly those bodies filled the space!  I came home after they had arrived from a massage- with greasy hair and rings around my face from the massage bed.  The garage was overflowing with BMX and other bikes (not surprising since it tends to be full with just our family's).  The front lawn had backpacks and oddly mowed patches (the kids wanted to use our "cool" reel mowers- and who can refuse someone who wants to mow!).  The lawn that wasn't in odd patches was bushy and in need of a mow- which was how the whole backyard was.  But as I went into the backyard, it wasn't the shaggy lawn and weeds that I saw, but teenagers- having fun.  They were relaxing on the deck drinking iced tea, jumping on the trampoline, trying to play bocci in the jungle and having fun being together.  I saw a group of teens that we got to love on that day.
And as I sat down that evening, I text-ed my sister about my thoughts.  The text went something like this:

This is life.  Let love fill our homes, over flowing into the yard and down the street (I can learn from the dandelions- they flower and let their seeds go and cover ground pretty quickly!).  May the chaos of kids become beautiful music.  May the unordered and rough housing become like the way Jesus dances over and around us.  May memories be built.  May freedom and acceptance flood out control and differences.  May our families extend to those around us.  May we live a life were praises and hallelujahs seep into our every moment.  May I stop judging, trying to control and look like I have it together.  Jesus is more than enough.  His love covers us, His Holy Spirit frees us and He moves us to love on others.  And may our eyes be focused on the unseen as His glory fills us and His mercy washes away sins.  May we live life together with other people, who like us, are broken people who fall at the feet of Jesus to become whole  A new people.  A freed community of people connected and cared for.  Freedom is given so we are not bound to/by the sins of the past.  My house isn't very big according to North American standards, but it is a treasure to have a home.  And it is a gift to have our four children grow up in our home with us.  Summer holidays are coming and soon our house will be filled with noises and bodies as we come and go and invite friends in to join us.

So go- walk in light loving those around you as Jesus has called us.  Living in our little homes that are exploding with God's richest blessings.  We are loved by the One who is love. Invite others in.  Live in community.  And bless as you are blessed. 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

My Daddy



Once again, Father's day is approaching.  It's my second father's day without my dad here to celebrate.  I hate that the time makes it harder to remember his voice, although I still find myself wondering if it's him on the phone when it rings in the evening.  I think about memories from growing up on the farm with my dad.  He taught me so much- from finding beautiful in the world around, to changing brakes on my car, to memorizing 1Corinthinas 13, the "love" chapter when I was confined to the family car for too long on family vacations, to appreciating the open wide prairies and the gentle gurgle of a stream.  My dad was a strong man.  He worked hard.  He provided for us.  He was a farmer who grew crops and he taught me to care for new trees in a shelter belt and to adore the golden sunset on ripe field of wheat in harvest.

    

As I reflect, I see how when a loved one passes away, there is a tendency to almost put them on a pillar or saint them.  All the things we will miss come to the surface in the pain of grieving.  As time goes by, I have come to see patterns or occurrences that weren't perfect but have shaped who I am or my life in some way.  My dad was not a perfect man but in the end, he did what was right.  As the disease of pulmonary fibrosis  took over more of his body, his breathing became labored even with the extra oxygen and his health deteriorated.  In the last months we visited often.  We drove the 2 hours almost ever week.  We took all the time we could to absorb and make memories.  It was during these times that Dad really took the time to be with us and speak into our lives.  Growing up, I longed to hear him say the world "I love you" but he showed us his love through providing for us and taking us on family trips.  Several years back, things began to change and he began to voice the words to me that I needed to hear.  In the end, Dad spoke these words with sincerity and with a strength, wanting me to know I was loved.

When his strength no longer allowed him to work on the farm and he could no longer use his hands to fix things, instead he would sit with us outside or in the family room.  We would play games, talk, and just be together.  He spent a lot of time racing remote controlled monster trucks and flying remote controlled helicopters with my kids.


 My dad asked my older children about their dreams.  He shared how his to be a police officer died when together with my mom he decided it was best to raise their family on a farm on the open prairies instead of in a busy city.   He told them his dreams, hopes and prayers were that they would love Jesus and follow God with their whole heart.

One visit nearing the end of time that we'd get together, Dad pulled me onto his lap and spoke into my life in a way that changed our relationship.  He asked me to forgive him where he failed me and where he may have wronged me.  In turn I was able to ask for forgiveness.  It was a holy moment.  One that is hard to share because it is so deeply personal.  It is also so reflective of our heavenly father- who longs to pull us close on his lap and forgive us.  Our relationship changed at that point.  There was a fresh new start as old sins and issues were gone.

In the last days of our time together, Dad would  open his eyes and gaze at me with a pleased loving look.  He would often ask about the banquet table or with an eager look say I had made it too- he was thinking we were both in heaven and he was so proud that I too had come.  It was hard when he'd realize he was still in his disease racked body, not in heaven quite yet.  One day, dad, I'm coming to visit with you when I get to glory!

And so, as father's day approaches, and my heart hurts that my earthly dad isn't here, I was reminded this year that I know where he is.  Even though my dad wasn't perfect, I know we made things right.   I'd give almost anything to hear his voice and look into his blue eyes, but I know that I have not been abandoned and left alone.  In the Bible in Psalms 68:5 it says "A father to the fatherless, a defender of the widows is God in his holy dwelling".  As I read the Bible I see a pattern through the scriptures that God loves.  He loves the orphans and the fatherless.   He rescues.  He delivers.  He saves. And He loves. 


I have also been given the gift of another earthly father, Linc's dad.   I so appreciate the time he takes when he stops at our place or when we go to theirs.  He makes time for a hug and to make me feel special.   He blesses our family and takes time to ask about what we are doing or show us something he has discovered.  He takes time for each of our children and plays an important role in their lives.   He does not attempt to take the place of my dad, but he walks alongside and I am reminded that I have not been left fatherless.  

At times when my heart has been grieving deeply and when I feel alone, abandoned, and fatherless, I have heard the words "I will not leave you as an orphan".  Those words are found in John 14:18, where it reads " I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.He calls me to trust Him, to rest in Him.  To let Him fill those hurts, to leave my scars open for him to heal as He comes to me.  Sometimes when I go to Him, I expect rebuke and scorn for failing in so many areas, for not loving or for being selfish, but whenever I look into His eyes, I only see love and acceptance.  And as I lock gaze with him, we slowly being to dance.  Some days we dance slowly.  Other days I twirl and leap gracefully around him, being energized by his loving gaze that never leaves me.  Other times, I come to Him broken, weak and tired and He dances before me, showing me that I am his beloved child, drawing me into his embrace.


I hold onto the promise that I have not been left abandoned.   I have been told coldly that my earthly dad is dead and gone.  I have been told that my dad is around me, seen in the people and things that surround me.  But I believe my dad is in fact more alive and whole then ever, rejoicing in heaven and that one day we will be united again.  And as I go through life, moment by moment, day by day, Jesus who is my Daddy in Heaven is caring for me and loving me.  I have not been left alone.  I have my great comforter who will never leave me. 



Wednesday, June 11, 2014

You are His Beloved

I had the privileged of speaking to a group of parents at our church who all have children that are three and four years old.   They were given the book "The 5 Love Languages" and I was asked to introduce it and share for about 15 minutes.  Since I always write out my ideas before speaking and I have been asked by a few parents who were unable to come what I talked about, I decided to share the notes I wrote here with you.  I didn't share this word for word and may have added or subtracted things along the way, but here is an idea of what I shared on Sunday:

I began by introducing myself and continued on to say that I have 4 kids, all of whom at one time were aged 3 and 4 like your kids. Now they are finishing grade 7, grade 4, grade 2 and grade 1. As I was praying about what to talk about this morning, I was led down a trail of memories of life when my kids were 3 and 4 years old. 3 and 4 year old are busy, They are smart, They test you, they take tantrums to the next level and they expect the world to revolve around them. Their smile lights up a room, their enthusiasm is contagious, their hugs rejuvenate, and a child who has not lived a life with trauma, has raw emotions and not hidden by sarcasm or hardness. They can stop to watch an army of ants that we never saw as we rush to our next appointment and they can also dart away with such speed that it's really hard to find them in a store full of racks of clothing or here at church in the foyer! A three and 4 year old can also model what we are called to do with our heavenly father when they crawl onto our laps and rest against us, feeling safe and secure. We can learn a lot from our 3 and 4 year olds. I also find that some days I was learning more about myself and I didn't always like what I saw when I was exhausted, when I was done with being asked why, when my patience was finished or I just felt I wanted a bit of life to be about me and what I needed.

Our family dynamics are a bit different then some of yours. Our youngest two joined our family when they were 3 and 4 years old as tiny, scared children who needed a family. Even though just 4 years ago they wore 12 month clothing and weighed 21 and 23 pounds, since they didn't arrive as babies and they were mobile. We adopted them from Ethiopia and they weren’t asked if they wanted to be uprooted from everything they knew to come with us. They didn't know us, our language, our food, our never ending winters, or anything about the way our family worked. They had experienced trauma and loss that I will never understand. Yet God had this amazing plan to bring them to our family here in Manitoba. We had days and months of screaming and raging that would last up to 7 hours where things would be torn apart, there was kicking, screaming, peeing, spitting and much more as these terrified little people tried to figure out life and couldn't express the deep grieving they were going through. As time went on, language skills grew and they matured developmentally and we were able to communicate verbally. Sometimes we would just hold our screaming child, crying along with them, wondering how these little ones or any of our family would ever heal. Today, you see our happy and growing children, filled with smiles and joy. They have tools to use to communicate instead of needing to scream for hours at a time. And we have learned ways to speak and discipline so they no longer go into flights mode so quickly and they also shut down and tune out a lot less. They are healing and growing in love. They still carry wounds that they will grieve, but they now have food, medical care, love, security, a family and Jesus who is their Lord, their saviour and their healer.

And, as we all know, kids don't stay 3 and 4 years old. Some days that's a very good thing, but back when I made time to scrapbook, I remember scrapbooking pages at each age and stage and often including pages that used the word “stop” or freeze” or stay- just stay little a bit longer, slow down, you're growing up too fast, stay where you are because the world can be a big scary place and right now I can keep you safe.

Each of our children are at different ages and stages but more so, each of our children are unique individuals who express themselves differently, have different needs and who crave attention and love in different ways. Gary Chapman who has written several books, including the 5 love languages of children that you will each be receiving today does a great job at teaching us ways to love each child to meet their individual needs. This book helps us understand how to learn what love language your child uses and how you can speak into their life and connect with them effectively. Since you are getting this book, I don't want to provide you with a book report, but rather encourage you to take the time to read it and to find ways to speak your child's love language.

Each of us and our children are emotional beings. We laugh, we cry, we get angry, we love, we hate, we get scared – we feel. We have several emotional needs that need to be met in order to feel secure and significant. Each of your children need to know they are loved different ways. Each of them also communicates love differently.

When we speak our child's love language or when we connect with them on a level where they feel secure, loved, cared for and treasured, I like to call it filling their love tank. Others call it their emotional tank. Children need these tanks to be filled in order to reach their full potential.

Dr. Ross Campbell, a psychiatrist who co-wrote the 5 love languages book says that “Inside every child is an ‘emotional tank’ waiting to be filled with love. When a child really feels loved, he will develop normally, but when the love tank is empty, the child will misbehave. Much of the misbehavior of children is motivated by the cravings of an empty ‘love tank.’”

When I do something unique and special for them or just spend some quality time with them, I can tell that their love tank is filled. They are happier and more content. As you read this book, Gary and Ross emphasize the importance of filling up our children’s love tanks because when they are full with love, their chemistry is balanced with calming hormones – in particular oxytocin, the love hormone and endorphins ( a mix of feel good hormones). When their love tank is full they will be happy and this will in turn make you happy. They will be able to play without demanding, whining or doing things to simply get your attention.

As parents, we need to be aware of how each of our children's tanks get filled. We need to become their biggest cheerleader. If we don’t speak into their lives and fill these tanks, someone else will. Recently one of our pastor's Dan Doerksen posted the following quote by A. Price on facebook: “Parents need to fill a child’s bucket of self-esteem so high that the rest of the world can’t poke enough holes to drain it dry.” What a clear picture this gives us. It really made me think. And I replied that “when we decided we wanted to start a family, I had no idea that having a baby meant not just raising a baby but raising adults. I didn't know it could be so hard to be my child's biggest cheerleader on days where I couldn't think of much to cheer them on about. I had no idea it would involve such a deep level of trust in my Lord to keep reaching into their lives on some days. I am learning to celebrate the little things as well as the big things. And as I choose to love my children and speak Life and Truth into their lives in ways that fill their emotional tank or bucket, I see a different child then on the days that I don't. Being a parent is a huge job. What a blessing to have a heavenly father who loves us not for how or what we do but because of who we are. Remembering that I am His beloved and acknowledging that love enables me to love my children.”
I found myself thinking about how big a job it is to be a parent. We need to learn how to fill each of our kids' emotional tanks. but how are we to love our kids the way we as parents are called to and created to if we don't even know who we are and whos we are and how loved we are? How are we to love our kids when our own emotional tank isn't being filled? The need to feel loved by one’s spouse is at the heart of marital desires, but our spouses are human and I don't believe they were created to truly meet all our needs. I believe that as a team, we can speak into each other's lives in ways that do fill each others tanks, but ultimately, our true significance and source of Life comes from Jesus. I don't know if each of you here this morning will agree with this, nor do I know if each of you have experienced just how great and how amazing God's love is for you,

Take a moment to think about who or what do you go to today to have your love tank filled. Maybe some of you aren't feeling it today, but You are loved. As I prepared for this morning that message just came back over and over. Tell them they are loved.
I have the honor of being a “stay at home mom” and now that my kids are all in school full time, I even have hours in my day where I no longer have interruptions, no longer have the opportunity to sneak off to the park or--- and I find I can actually make time for quiet time with my heavenly father. I have found myself drawn more and more to worshipping my daddy through music and songs. I have been learning a lot about who I am and how loved I truly am. One day I was given a vision of me, bowing down before Jesus. We were in his majestic throne room- it was filled with brilliant light, there were angels, there was this immense room that just went on forever, and I was alone with Jesus. I fell before him, and lay there, speechless, in awe and submission. As I lay there, Jesus arose from his throne, he stepped down and walked over to me. He reached down and lifted my face to look at him. He wiped my tears and as he gazed into my eyes, I knew he could read every thought I had ever had. I didn't expect the tenderness and mercy that I saw when I let my eyes look at his eyes. And as he gently held me, he spoke in a voice that was tender yet full of passion these words: he said” You are my beloved”. I was worshiping our king, our creator God, our risen savior, and He, in all His glory and power stepped down and called my his beloved child. And as I sat there, reflecting on this, letting those words absorb deep inside me to the places that needed to hear these words, I was overwhelmed. Each of us are His beloved. We don't need to do more, We don't need to stop yelling, although i believe He can help us stop, we don't need to have a clean organized house, we don't need promotions, or enough money saved to take our kids to Disney, we don't need to have kids who are dry all day and night, we don't need to eat the most healthy foods or turn our bodies into amazing muscle machines, we don't need our hair done right or our kids dressed in pants that actually reach their ankles or even wearing socks without holes. We don't need to have it all together. We are loved. Each one of you is loved. You each are His beloved child.

Just this week I heard about an adult woman who had received a phone call from a significant person in her life and I have permission to share about her experience. She had been waiting years for this older woman to speak into her life. She answered the phone, allowing her heart to hope that just maybe today was the day this person would try to connect with her and really listen to her. After their greetings, the phone call continued like it did most times in the past. The older woman who called began to complain about things, to tell the other woman about what she said and did for all these people with big problems, then went on without pausing to share about a friend that was sick. There woman waited for her to ask her about how she was doing, to be asked about her day, to be taken interest in. Finally she found a quiet moment in the conversation and quickly began to tell this other woman what she had been up to with her son the day before. Unfortunately, the older woman interrupted with yet another unrelated story about a family who was under stress form the weather and farming. She then abruptly ended the phone call telling her she was busy and concluded with the following words “I'll talk to you another day”. The woman sat there holding the phone after the other woman hung up. She broke into tears. She told me how she felt so alone, unloved, and orphaned. Nothing she tried to say was heard, anything she tried to share was interrupted with a story about what this person was doing or many other people’s problems. She wanted to share the joy of being with her son. But more so she wanted to be heard, be cared for and connect with this woman. She continued with her story. As she sat there, she realized she had 2 choices. She could feel abandoned, alone, and the intense pain and longing to be loved that is within her, or she could turn to the One who will fill her tank. She choose to spent time in prayer, reflecting on how loved she is, and how Jesus said He would never leave her as an orphan and her thoughts changed as she was reminded about the other women who do speak life into her and she began to feel renewed.

Yahweh your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His Love. He will rejoice or dance over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17 “rejoice over you” – literally means “dance, skip, leap, and spin around in joy.” God dances with shouts of joy over us! He sings over us, His beloved children. He longs for us to take the time to be with Him. In the Bible, in John 13:25, like John who laid his head against Jesus' chest, He wants us to climb onto His lap and hear His heart beating in love for us. His love totally amazes me!

You can never do anything to make Him love you more and you can never do anything to make Him love you less!

And I don't know how this makes you feel, but it totally wows me. I find it so freeing. As we begin to see how loved we are, we fall more in love with Jesus. Jesus wants to forgive you. As far as the east is from the west! He wants a relationship with us, but we need to accept Him. I know each of you are in a place where it's hard to find any moments to yourself, but as we make time to read the Bible and talk with Jesus we begin to change and transform. I fill my home with worship music and find my thoughts go away from my troubles and turn to praise God. As we we begin to see how loved we are, it is out of that love that we will learn to love our spouses and our children and then we love others outside of our home. We can't do the love tank filling well enough on our own, but when we are drawing near t God and being transformed, he will meet our needs and we pray and trust him to meet the needs of our kids. He will also enable us to do more than we could ask or imagine.

At the back of the book are some games and quizzes for helping determine your child's love languages. I'm going to give a summary of the Five Love Languages of Children as found in this book. Think about your children or yourself as I read them:

language 1. Physical Touch: To this person, nothing speaks more deeply than appropriate touch.
 Your child may like to:
Receive kisses and cuddles, need to be holding hands, loves physical activity such as play fighting or wrestling and enjoys climbing your lap.
Ways you can help foster this love language:
Hug often, give out loads of kisses, hold your child’s hand, sit closely on the couch, stroke your child’s hair at bed time or simply lay close with a hand on them until they fall asleep, tickle, play rough and tumble, play games that require touch, i.e. action songs, chasing games.
Language 2.Affirmation of Words: This language uses words to affirm other
 Your child may like to:
Receive positive feedback through words, i.e. “You are doing a great job”. “You are such a great helper”, “Wow! You are so brave, well done”. “I am so proud of you”.
Ways you can help foster this love language:
Remind your child how much you love them through positive reinforcement. This can be done through the use of compliments, praise, leaving messages in their lunchbox, writing notes/letters.


Language 3 Quality Time: This language is all about giving the other person your undivided attention.
Your child may like to:
Spend one on one time with you, watching a movie, playing a game, reading a book (or simply a preferred activity). They will try to gain your undivided attention and has a desire to sit close to you whilst they are playing.
Ways you can help foster this love language:
Organise one on one time together throughout the week or a special time over the weekend. Pay close attention to what they are saying or requesting and acknowledge what you have heard. If possible create a routine of specific time you spend together, i.e. bedtime routine, special events, eating meals together.

 language 4. Receiving Gifts:  For some people, what makes them feel most loved is to receive a gift.
 Your child may like to:
Receive gifts, treats, and favourite foods as it makes them feel good about themselves. They enjoy surprises and also giving presents to others is important to them.
Ways you can help foster this love language:
Cook their favourite meal, give your child inexpensive gifts such as flowers from the garden, organise treasure hunts, organise surprise parties, allow the earning of treats (sticker chart).

language 5. Acts of Service : For these people, actions  speak louder than words.
 Your child may like to:  
Have help completing tasks. They enjoy help with chores, homework, cooking.
Ways you can help foster this love language:
Have a set time where you can assist in completing homework each night, organise chores around the house that can be done in pairs, teach them how they can share acts of service with others, ie. Making simple snacks for others.




We each have a different way that we show others love.  We each have our own love language through which we feel loved.  Our kids are created uniquely. They too have their own love languages.  We can love them more fully when we learn what makes them feel loved, connected and secure.  Our hope and prayer is that this book will help you as families connect and love each other more.








Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Beating of His Heart

Today I'm off to the hospital with Trixtar to get his 24 hour heart monitor. It's a routine, annual test to observe his heart murmur and irregular heart beat he developed after an undiagnosed strep infection a few years back. I am feeling excited to hear his heart beat again- a reminder that he is alive. The sound of a heart beat reflects the love of our creator Father and the irregular heart beat is just another thing that shows that God has a unique, life changing plan for Trixtar's life. I'm feeling overwhelmed by the joy and the expectation of what 's to come and of the unseen that is already happening in his life now.

Before Trixtar was born, he was prayed for.  When Trixtar was born, he was celebrated.  At two days old he developed a heart condition and was prayed over and received healing.  He was also given words for his life about serving God with his heart and being a man after God's heart.  Trixtar displays a heart that is soft and gentle.  He cares for others and has a deep love for God.  I hope that he will learn how to take time to sit and listen to the heart beat of his heavenly father.   I believe God is up to something big in him.  He has called him to stand for him.






Sunday, May 25, 2014

They Call Me Mom.

The blessing and the losses
The joy and the broken aching
What was and what is
Two worlds of love colliding within.
 

Gohe, Ethiopian restaurant

Mother's Day 2014
So maybe it's a bit tricky to get a good photo, but I am so blessed by having these four call me mom.  Some days I am exhausted and miss out on the beauty that life is full of, but other days I am overwhelmed by the treasures I have been blessed to have in my life.  It is a privileged to love these children.  It is an honor to call them mine.  And it is a daily release to entrust them into the hands of my heavenly Father whom I believe can love and guide them better then I alone can.  It wasn't easy to become mom.  There have been pains and losses along the way, for me and for another mother.  There isn't a day that goes by where I don't have a moment where I wish someone else was also able to experience the joy I get from the giggles, the snuggles, the new skills and growth.  Blending a family.  Learning to love each other.  A place of belonging.  These four call me mom.  I am blessed.

Words cannot describe the way adoption touches two families.  I can't imagine life without each one of these children.   There were many days and months where I didn't see how God was going to take us broken creatures and heal us into a family.   It's not an easy journey.  But it is so rewarding and full of blessings.  After about a year together I saw all four kids were fighting with each other and I knew there was a chance we'd survive.  God has taken our fears, our losses, our needs and is building something beautiful.  I love seeing the way they defend each other and belong to each other.  Family.  What a sacred unit.  

I love being a mom and having both a mom and a mom-in-love.  I think of my babies I never got to hold.  And I think of the mom whose babies I get to hold.


Friday, May 16, 2014

Sentenced to Death for Believing in God

I read a story today that has made me stop and think.  A woman in Sudan is being sentenced to death for being a Christian.  "Ibrahim was born to a Sudanese Muslim father and an Ethiopian Orthodox mother. Her father left when she was 6 years old, and Ibrahim was raised by her mother as a Christian...  However, because her father was Muslim, the courts considered her to be the same, which would mean her marriage to a non-Muslim man is void.".  Not only does this one sit heavy because I too am a Christan but because of my Ethiopian born children.  Because she choose to live her life serving God, her marriage is void and her life will be ended if she doesn't renounce her belief in God.   I ask myself what I would do in this position.  I may get mocked and slammed for the beliefs I hold tightly to, but never once has it lead me to a place where my life could be taken from me.  It says her Christan husband waits, praying.  And I too join in praying for her release and for the many others whose lives are in danger because they live for God.  Ibrahim is pregnant and has her 20 month old son in the prison with her.  Her husband is said to be physically dependent on Ibrahim and struggling every day on his own.


-"The country imposes Sharia law on Muslims and non-Muslims alike and punishes acts of "indecency" and "immorality" by floggings and amputations, the commission said."

-"Since 1999, the U.S. State Department has called Sudan one of the worst offenders of religious rights, counting it among eight "countries of particular concern."

-" Among all religious groups, Christians are the most likely to be persecuted worldwide, according to a 2014 report by the Pew Research Center."

It says that her lawyer has even received a death threat but so far continues to stand for her, although he fears his life.  I can't imagine what Ibrahim, who never was a Muslim, her son or her husband are thinking right now.  I pray that they will be strengthened to remain true and trust God at this time.  

And I am left thinking about how I respond the the problems I face ever day.  How would I respond if my life was at risk because I am a Christian?  What thoughts would go through my head if I was in jail?  Would my faith be enough to trust that my son and husband will be ok without me?  Would I give up my fears for my unborn child?  Would I re-think being a follower of Jesus?  Would I live in fear or anger?  I hope my faith would increase and that my trust would grow deeper.  I hope I would cling to the hope of Life, for I believe that if they do take Ibrahim's life, her soul is eternal and that she will live on more fully then ever in heaven.  My perspective on my day has changed.  As the sun streams in my window, I see words of freedom written on my walls.  I am free to worship.  I'm free to call Jesus Lord of my life.  I am free to be a Christian and not be jailed or sentenced to death.   And inside me burns more passion to fight for those who can't. To speak up against the injustice.  To pray for mercy and grace.  I am moved to my knees, and I cry out to know what can be done for Ibrahim and others like her.  And suddenly my problems and the ridicule I face seems to fade... 

http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/15/world/africa/sudan-christian-woman-apostasy/index.html?sr=tw051614faithsentence1030aVODtopPhoto

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Letting Go


I've been in a season of letting go.  Control and fear are big topics on my mind the last while.  Several months ago our pastor asked us what we thought of when we heard the word "freedom" and release is the word that came to me.  Release from stress, from pain, from what binds me, from control and from fear.  Release.  Freeing.  Peace.  And that takes me on the journey that I find myself on.  Choosing to release and let go (I am working on sorting some of my thoughts about fear for a different post).  I've seen such changes in my life over the past months. I am learning to not live under the expectations of what others expect or want or think about me.  I am learning that I really am enough because He is more than enough.  Lies that I have lived for years, thought patterns and things I believed are no longer controlling me.  My thoughts are free to rest.  I'm freed to rest or to enter into activities and experiences.   Even my massage therapist and physio therapist have noticed a difference in the tissues in my body as muscle are relaxing.  Interestingly, I have even grown a quarter of an inch taller as the weights that have pulled me down are released.   I am still on this journey and many days it is not anywhere near easy but today I celebrate how far I have come.

Recently I started on a journey to incorporate more raw whole foods into my diet.  As many of you know I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) (back in 1992) and I realized I had a gluten intolerance 3 years ago (eliminating gluten took away my brain fog, migraines, chronic sinus infections and much of my remaining stomach problems).  I  I had cut out many grains, all gluten, eggs, red meat, most dairy and several other foods already.  When in the Dominican I realized I was eating lots more fresh fruit and veggies and I was feeling better (it had to be more then the fact I was with my sister and mom (no kids), the ocean, sunshine, walks along the ocean, all included mojitos and pina coladas and had all my meals and my bed made for me every day).  So once home, we began buying a case of bananas each week and a large box of oranges along with papayas, pears, cases of mangoes, pineapples, coconuts, almonds, figs, date and many veggies. Linc and I decided to try "raw until 4", eating all raw foods until 4 pm and allowing us to eat a cooked supper.  Our kids are eating many more fruits and veggies too although they eat other whole foods that are cooked, bread and the occasional pasta or other quick meal.  Overall we are all eating even healthier then we used to.  Yesterday I was convicted of being controlled by this diet.  I want to eat foods that heal my body and make me feel good, but I do not want to be obsessed by rules or need to say I can't eat certain foods just because I have chosen not to- although there are definitely foods that make me sick when I do eat them.  I also am holding on for the day that I can eat the foods that now make me sick, waiting for the healing that has been prayed over me and claimed for me.  And so, I continue eating raw veggies and fruits and nuts, trying to care for my body and truly enjoying the fresh flavors.  But as I go on, I find myself dreaming of eating Ethiopian food, Mexican food, and other foods with friends and family.  I want to try other food and not be sick.  And I want to be free to eat what my body tells me it needs without worrying about sticking to rules I make.  It's not so much what I eat but why I do or don't that I realized I needed to address.  I do not want food to control my life or become super important, un-doing the freedom I have been experiencing in areas of my life

And so I release this area, and move on.  Looking forward to the ripened papaya on my counter....

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

A Taste of Ethiopia

Today Linc and I got to present about Ethiopia at a local school. If you are joining me at this new blog and are unfamiliar with me or my family, we may seem like an odd couple to present about an African country.  Us pale, white people.  But our family photo is one of a family that was brought together through  international adoption.  Our oldest two children are homegrown, and our youngest two came into our family through adoption.  They were born in Ethiopia.  And so we have been blessed to be asked to present in different classes and schools about Ethiopia.   Pulling items out that we store in a bin downstairs and gathering items together that we keep on display and in use throughout our home brought back a sense of longing to return to Ethiopia.  It was 4 years ago in March that we were in Ethiopia.  Some of the items packed in bags still smell like Ethiopia.  Refilling the bererbe jar to pass around for the kids to smell the blend of spices makes me almost taste it.  Each traditional outfit that our children have already outgrown makes me miss the way it felt to carry their small bodies.  And the freshly roasted coffee beans make me know that after school, we will make buna in our jebana and share about how the presentations went, and just possibly dream a bit more about when to return. 


Our trip to Ethiopia was a whirlwind.  It was an emotional roller-coaster.  It was beyond hard or draining.  And I must admit that I was pretty much frozen in many ways, subject to tears and utterly exhausted.  The fact that it was about 24 hours of travel time, 8 time changes away and that we left in a panicked few days of buying tickets, re-packing and fighting for new tickets because of a Lufthansa strike... add this altogether and it made lack of sleep and jet lag.  Meeting our kids only hours after landing and within 23 hours having full custody of two small, non English speaking kids who did not ask to come with us also didn't help our start.
 

And yet, there is something in me that longs, even aches to go back.  I long to sit and listen to the beautiful language of Amharic (ok and I really wish I could speak it and communicate in it too).  I long to explore the city and surrounding countrysides- going off the beaten trail and experience life in Ethiopia.  I long to walk down the street and blend in, be one of them, enter into community with the Ethiopians.  I long to go to our children's village.  And I long to eat their food every day.  I know these longings are unrealistic.  I know I would never be able to blend in as I walk down the streets. I will always be thought of as a foreigner- even if we lived there.  A forengi.  But that is what I wish I could do.  And these longings are what fuel our conversations about when we will return.  And two older children who didn't get to go are curious about what it really would be like to leave all the comforts of home and go for a visit.  And the two youngest children pray every night for some special people who still live in Ethiopia and they ask God to show us when it will be the best time to go back to visit their Ethiopia.  And all this swirls in my thoughts as we prepare to tell others about Ethiopia. 



Before we adopted I thought of Ethiopia as a desert.  It was sandy and windy and it was filled with long lines of people, dressed in rags.  And these people were starving.  These starving people were in lineups, holding small bows.  They were waiting in line for their bowls to be filled with some kind of sticky substance that would be their meal of the day... or week.  And when it became an option to adopt from Ethiopia, I looked up flights from our country to theirs and saw it was on the other side of the world and I couldn't think of one reason to get on a plane and fly all that way to a desert!  But as I looked into the different options of countries to adopt from I began to learn that Ethiopia is quite green, there are mountains and jungles and many beautiful places.  And the more I read the more I saw the beauty not only in the country but in the people.  And as we officially embarked on the journey to our children who were born in Ethiopia, we began a journey of falling in love with not only our children but of their country.  And now, seven years after we signed our first papers that declared we intended to adopt children from Ethiopia, we are together as a family of 6 in Canada.  We experience Ethiopia in the conversations we have with Ethiopians that we meet, in the spicy blends of Ethiopian food we prepare at home, in the injera (Ethiopian bread) I continue to work at making, in the buna we roast and prepare the traditional way in a jebana, in the stories we retell, in the photos and videos we watch and the dreams of returning that we share.


As we shared just a little about this great country, I realize how much there is to learn yet.  And it reminds me how important it is for our youngest two children to keep embracing Ethiopia.  They still call Ethiopia "theirs."  They want to eat their traditional food.  They want to be noticed by other Ethiopians.  And it challenges me to think of ways to connect them to their culture.  And it reminds me there is so much about the early years they spent in Ethiopia that has shaped who our children are today.  And I feel honored to be the mom to two amazing little people who were born in Ethiopia.  And it has made that hunger to return grow. 




Monday, May 12, 2014

What if this was your child?


It's been heavy on my heart.  Over 200 girls abducted from Nigeria.  Kidnapped.  Stolen.  Vanished.  Missing.  That's a lot of families missing their daughters, their sisters, and their granddaughters.  These girls, both Christian and Muslim were attending school to open opportunities for their life when they were brutally stolen from their dorms in the night by armed terrorist.  The terrorists are a an extremist Muslim group, who's name, when translated means "Western Education is a sin".  Stories of them being forced into marriages with the abductors, or them being sold into the sex trade, or that they were being beat and killed circulate. They were between 13 and 15 years old and were about to take exams so they could go on to become teachers, doctors, and  lawyers. Families have taken machetes to search through the forest.  Frantic they gather wailing for their children to be returned.  And at the end of the day they are still missing.  And as the stories unfold about how this is not new, how children have disappeared in many countries, of what has happened to them and the mystery of  what has become of many of them, of the few who are deemed "lucky" enough to have escaped and live with the trauma of what happened to them, it is thought that if these abductors get away with this, it will be the start of this happening on larger scales in many areas.  And so as I think of these girls, I am also broken for the many others who have had their lives stolen from them.


As I have read some of the articles online, I have been moved to pray.  The other day I found myself on my knees, in tears, unable to express the thoughts that I was burdened with.  Prayers that came from deep within went out for these girls, for their families, and for God's mercy to save them.  I cried for strength for the ones who had chosen to follow God already.  And I prayed that those who had been living their lives worshiping  to other god that in this horrid time might find peace and real true Life in God at this time.  And as I poured out my prayers and tears, I heard the words playing from this song posted below.

The words stand true and powerful.  Join me in boldly interceding, in claiming back those who were stolen, in victory and healing for the girls, in bringing Hope to the families.  Alone we can do nothing, but as we unite let's watch our mighty God move.

"We stand here in your presence
Lifting up the name of Jesus
A strong tower meant to save us
And now nothing will defeat us
We are boldly interceding
For our children lost and bleeding
We'll see slavery bow to freedom
And the sick restored to healing
So we fight for those who've fallen
And we take back what's been stolen
From our families shamed and broken
Hope will rise and hearts will open
We'll see joy defeat depression
Liberation from addiction
For when we are at our weakest
Then your power is completed!

Chorus:
Faithful forever are you God, are you God
Merciful healer are you God, are you God
Mighty redeemer, are you God, are you God
Shield and defender are you God, are you god!
Faithful forever are you God, are you God (oh you are)
Merciful healer, are you God (yes you are) are you God
Mighty redeemer, are you God, are you God
You're the shield and defender, are you God, are you God!"

My new home

I've been wanting to find a place to record and share some of the many thoughts, visions and ideas that collect in my head as I journey to freedom everyday.  It is my hope and desire to use this new blog for that.  It won't be password protected like my other blog, so I'm not sure I'll post photos of my family or if I will just use online nicknames for them.  Time will tell how this space will be used.  It is my hope that you will be encouraged, challenged and maybe even entertained as you read and that you will enter into discussion in the comments area.  You are welcome to share my blog with others, but please do not use my photos unless I give you permission.

So welcome here.  I look forward to having you journey with me to a life full of freedom and joy.