Well, there has been a lull in the blogging for a reason. Christmas has come and gone: we enjoyed a wonderful visit with Steve's mom and my family, ate some great turkey, opened many gifts...oh and wait one more thing....we got the flu :( The whole family, all 6 of us!!!! It started Christmas Eve, and continued on and is still going on today. This was the first time that Steve and I have been sick at the same time, and I hope and pray that never happens again. I'm really ready for this bug to leave the house, and I hope we don't ring in the New Year with it. It has been a very long exhausting week! I hope to enjoy the second half of the kids break from school significantly more than this week.
I hope that your Christmas was filled with lots of great memories! All the best for 2008!!! God bless!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Bible History told by Children!!
In case you're a little foggy on your biblical history, let our junior
church students help you with this complete overview of the Bible, compiled
from their essays:
In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God,
darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one,' but I
think He must be a lot older than that. Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!'
and someone did. Then God made the world.
He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't
embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet.
Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven
from the Garden of Eden. Not sure what they were driven in though, because
they didn't have cars.
Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.
Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who
lived to be like a million or something.
One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of
his kids was kind of a ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and
some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said
they would have to take a rain check.
After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his
brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some
pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.
Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston.
Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh
after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included
frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every day
with manicotti. Then He gave them His top ten Commandments. These include
don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's bottom (the Bible
uses a bad word for bottom that I'm not supposed to say. But my Dad uses it
sometimes when he talks about the President). Oh, yeah, I just thought of
one more: Humor they father and they mother. One of Moses' best helpers was
Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle
of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town.
After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a
slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500
porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise
to me.
After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was
Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.
There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to
worry about them
After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of the New
Testament. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a
barn, too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you
born in a barn' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.').
During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees
and the Republicans. Jesus also had twelve opossums.The worst one was Judas
Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.
Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some
Germans on the Mount. But the Republicans and all those guys put Jesus on
trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just
washed his hands instead.
Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up
to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is
foretold in the book of Revolution.
church students help you with this complete overview of the Bible, compiled
from their essays:
In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God,
darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one,' but I
think He must be a lot older than that. Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!'
and someone did. Then God made the world.
He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't
embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet.
Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven
from the Garden of Eden. Not sure what they were driven in though, because
they didn't have cars.
Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.
Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who
lived to be like a million or something.
One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of
his kids was kind of a ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and
some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said
they would have to take a rain check.
After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his
brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some
pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.
Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston.
Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh
after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included
frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable. God fed the Israel Lights every day
with manicotti. Then He gave them His top ten Commandments. These include
don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's bottom (the Bible
uses a bad word for bottom that I'm not supposed to say. But my Dad uses it
sometimes when he talks about the President). Oh, yeah, I just thought of
one more: Humor they father and they mother. One of Moses' best helpers was
Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle
of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town.
After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a
slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500
porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise
to me.
After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was
Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore.
There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to
worry about them
After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of the New
Testament. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a
barn, too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you
born in a barn' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.').
During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees
and the Republicans. Jesus also had twelve opossums.The worst one was Judas
Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.
Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some
Germans on the Mount. But the Republicans and all those guys put Jesus on
trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just
washed his hands instead.
Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up
to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is
foretold in the book of Revolution.
Friday, December 14, 2007
What a Week!
This week has been incredibly difficult for me as a mother. Logan was having some trouble on the bus, and this week it has exploded into a huge mess! I won't go into a lot of details, but let's just say I'm pretty disappointed with the bus company and in particular the bus driver. There have been some unacceptable things happening on the bus, and judgement calls made by the driver that have made that momma bear instinct come right to the playing field. Thankfully the school is 100% behind us and are working towards a solution to the problem. Hopefully by the end of this, we'll have some order back to our lives, and Logan can once again be happy on the bus.
It is so difficult to know how to react and advocate for Logan when he is non-verbal. He can't say all that's happened, but his behaviour is speaking volumes, and that is what is stressing me out. For those of you who know Logan well, you'll know that when he cries or is upset, the whole world will cry with him. He's just such a happy guy, so when something hurts him, it hurts everyone. This week has been very difficult not only for me, but for him too, and that is what concerns me the most.
I will admit that I don't handle stress well. I can step up to the plate and do what needs to be done, but it manifests itself in other ways. This week it has shown itself as insomnia which in turn has given me a migraine that's lasted 5 days now with no reprieve. I need relief from all of this. It's just been so hard to see him like this.
Funny how a good week can turn into a mess so quickly. Last week I was praying for an easy week because I was having trouble watching Justus and Emma develop and move on from the stages they were in, and now this week, I am longing to deal with that again. That is all so much easier than this. That was all good stress, this week is very bad stress and I've just had enough!
It is so difficult to know how to react and advocate for Logan when he is non-verbal. He can't say all that's happened, but his behaviour is speaking volumes, and that is what is stressing me out. For those of you who know Logan well, you'll know that when he cries or is upset, the whole world will cry with him. He's just such a happy guy, so when something hurts him, it hurts everyone. This week has been very difficult not only for me, but for him too, and that is what concerns me the most.
I will admit that I don't handle stress well. I can step up to the plate and do what needs to be done, but it manifests itself in other ways. This week it has shown itself as insomnia which in turn has given me a migraine that's lasted 5 days now with no reprieve. I need relief from all of this. It's just been so hard to see him like this.
Funny how a good week can turn into a mess so quickly. Last week I was praying for an easy week because I was having trouble watching Justus and Emma develop and move on from the stages they were in, and now this week, I am longing to deal with that again. That is all so much easier than this. That was all good stress, this week is very bad stress and I've just had enough!
Saturday, December 08, 2007
'Birds and the Bees' Talk
We got this little story in our inbox this morning, and I thought it was too funny not to post. Probably in bad taste, but I still thought it was worth sharing.
A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?'
The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: 'You got Male!'
A little boy goes to his father and asks 'Daddy, how was I born?'
The father answers, 'Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: 'You got Male!'
Friday, December 07, 2007
My Reflections
One of the things about having kids close together is a lot of milestones happen all at once. We found this with Logan and Abby, who are 17 months apart. We're now finding it's the same with Justus and Emma; they are only 13 months apart.
A few days ago I wrote about Justus' escaping to freedom and tonight I find myself sharing something I'm not sure I'm ready for. Emma has gone mobile. Earlier in the day Steve asked me if I had moved Emma; at the time I didn't think too much of it, I figured she just rolled over. Fast forward to our playtime after dinner. We are all in the family room (which at this point is just one big empty room) and what do I see but Emma DRAGGING herself over to a toy. I thought, WOW, that's pretty amazing. But then she continued to do it most of the evening and my amazement turned to a bit of uncertainty. Add to this momentous occasion the fact that she's starting to sit up on her own a lot more, and is catching herself from falling...that's a whole lot of new for one week!
I must admit that at this moment, (after the kids are in bed and I'm reflecting on a long and exhausting week), I'm feeling a bit emotional. With everything that happened during the first year of Abby's life (My recovering from the accident, and the process of Logan's diagnosis etc), I didn't remember how quickly these stages pass. I think it's even more pronounced because of both Logan and Abby's delays. But as I look back on the kids stages of life, I'm sad to see the end of Emma's life as we know it. Don't get me wrong, I'm SO excited to see her development on track, but there is a small part of me that kind of wishes that I'd be able to enjoy that cute cuddly baby stage a little longer, this is the LAST one after all (I promise!). From my experience with all of the others, once they went mobile, they weren't interested in staying with me very long.
So tonight I say goodbye to that infant stage, I'm letting go. I will embrace whatever life brings in the next stage, and take it by the horns as much as I have this stage. I feel so blessed to have the 4 kids that I do have. They have all taught me such different things, and I love what they offer this family. I love watching the friendships develop between the kids, and I'm excited to see what Emma will offer as she gets older. The one common bond between all of the kids is their love for life, they all approach it so enthusiastically, all from different angles but brimming with life.
This is the end of an emotional week, and I'm praying fervently that next week will be status quo. I'm needing a few weeks of 'calm' (hahahaha) during the holidays so that in 2008, we can start fresh! Boy I don't ask for much, calm in a house of 4 kids with a pastor for a husband around the busiest season of our life...I sure do aim for the stars, don't I?
Exciting Day!
I am so excited this morning! I woke up to find my story published on the Soul Supporter website. This is the first time I've been published, but I will also be published next month in an online literary journal. I don't often talk about myself, but for me, this is a huge accomplishment and one that I HAVE to share! I have always enjoyed writing, and am looking forward to my next course in the college program I'm taking. Hopefully this is the beginning of many things to come. :)
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Updates from the House of Procrastination
Well, I survived my operation. I am two weeks post-op and everything went beautifully. I spent a week and a few days with my parents, with Emma joining me after the first couple of days. I was anxious to get home, and as always overdid it when I got home, but overall I'm doing well. No complaints coming from me because recovery was easier than the attacks. My only wish would be that Justus STOP using me as a ladder, it's just not comfortable to have little toes in places where a GALLBLADDER just came out of!
Yesterday morning I heard a bit of a thump downstairs (every mothers nightmare, since Justus was downstairs 'napping' at the time.) It was followed by a brief cry and as I was heading downstairs to find out what it was, I heard the dreaded pitter-patter of little toddler feet on the floor, hysterical laughter following. My heart sank that very moment! Justus was a free boy and he knew it, and I knew in that moment the days of his sleeping in a crib were over. You see, he's not a 'oh, how did I do that?' kind of boy, he's been WORKING at it!! So yesterday afternoon was spent Justus' proofing the boys room. Then comes the dreaded FIRST NIGHT in a bed, no crib rails-no nothing, freedom at any moment HE chooses. Thankfully last night, he chose to stay in his bed and sleep :) Our little man is growing up!
The last two days have been SNOW days in our house, no school. Well, the schools were open, but we chose NOT to send the kids. It looked VERY nasty, so we spent our days playing outside in the snow and watching movies. We had a Shrek marathon, all 3 movies back to back. The kids had fun, laughing, chasing each other and fighting over toys. Today I must admit though, I'm very glad to see school return. I am ready for a quiet house. We don't have much furniture upstairs right now (it was sent away to get repaired, our 5 month old furniture, but that's another story!) so the upstairs ECHO is quite loud, add Abby's squealing as well as Justus' imitation of it, and you don't have a very quiet house...so this morning will be quiet since Justus will be napping, as will Emma. A whole hour to myself...oh the joys and bliss those moments will bring, sipping on a hot chai tea (courtesy of my good friend Lindsay in Calgary!) and drinking in the silence of the few moments I do have. Well, that's the hope anyway, given the above paragraph speaks of my toddler in a BED, it's not a given like it would've been say yesterday or the day before! A mother can always pray!
Christmas is quickly approaching, and I have a confession to make; for some reason this year, I'm not overly keen to decorate or anything else for that matter. This is strange for me, considering I'm usually one of those people, you know, the ones that can't wait for Halloween to be over so I can put up my tree and decorations. This year though, I have no motivation. Part of it is probably the fact that I'm recovering from surgery, the other part is I know if I decorate too much or too early, it'll all get destroyed because my kids are notorious for wrecking things. But I just have no motivation, maybe sometime soon I'll find it. I'm kind of running out of time because Christmas is just 20 days away!! Steve doesn't complain, I'm sure he wouldn't care at all if we had decorations up. He's just not that kind of guy. Maybe this year we'll have an undecorated house, or we'll put up the tree on Christmas Eve and take it down on Boxing day. I'm joking of course, but there is part of me that is tempted!
Well, I think that's enough for now. I hope this blog finds you all well, and that YOU are embracing the Christmas Spirit.
Yesterday morning I heard a bit of a thump downstairs (every mothers nightmare, since Justus was downstairs 'napping' at the time.) It was followed by a brief cry and as I was heading downstairs to find out what it was, I heard the dreaded pitter-patter of little toddler feet on the floor, hysterical laughter following. My heart sank that very moment! Justus was a free boy and he knew it, and I knew in that moment the days of his sleeping in a crib were over. You see, he's not a 'oh, how did I do that?' kind of boy, he's been WORKING at it!! So yesterday afternoon was spent Justus' proofing the boys room. Then comes the dreaded FIRST NIGHT in a bed, no crib rails-no nothing, freedom at any moment HE chooses. Thankfully last night, he chose to stay in his bed and sleep :) Our little man is growing up!
The last two days have been SNOW days in our house, no school. Well, the schools were open, but we chose NOT to send the kids. It looked VERY nasty, so we spent our days playing outside in the snow and watching movies. We had a Shrek marathon, all 3 movies back to back. The kids had fun, laughing, chasing each other and fighting over toys. Today I must admit though, I'm very glad to see school return. I am ready for a quiet house. We don't have much furniture upstairs right now (it was sent away to get repaired, our 5 month old furniture, but that's another story!) so the upstairs ECHO is quite loud, add Abby's squealing as well as Justus' imitation of it, and you don't have a very quiet house...so this morning will be quiet since Justus will be napping, as will Emma. A whole hour to myself...oh the joys and bliss those moments will bring, sipping on a hot chai tea (courtesy of my good friend Lindsay in Calgary!) and drinking in the silence of the few moments I do have. Well, that's the hope anyway, given the above paragraph speaks of my toddler in a BED, it's not a given like it would've been say yesterday or the day before! A mother can always pray!
Christmas is quickly approaching, and I have a confession to make; for some reason this year, I'm not overly keen to decorate or anything else for that matter. This is strange for me, considering I'm usually one of those people, you know, the ones that can't wait for Halloween to be over so I can put up my tree and decorations. This year though, I have no motivation. Part of it is probably the fact that I'm recovering from surgery, the other part is I know if I decorate too much or too early, it'll all get destroyed because my kids are notorious for wrecking things. But I just have no motivation, maybe sometime soon I'll find it. I'm kind of running out of time because Christmas is just 20 days away!! Steve doesn't complain, I'm sure he wouldn't care at all if we had decorations up. He's just not that kind of guy. Maybe this year we'll have an undecorated house, or we'll put up the tree on Christmas Eve and take it down on Boxing day. I'm joking of course, but there is part of me that is tempted!
Well, I think that's enough for now. I hope this blog finds you all well, and that YOU are embracing the Christmas Spirit.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Going Under
Today is the day that I go to have my gallbladder removed. It's my first time having surgery, so I'm a bit (read ALOT) nervous this morning. I'm sure that everything will go well, and I'll do just fine...but I'm afraid of the General Anaesthetic. I hate the feeling of being out of control. My other issues this morning are the fact that it's dry in my house, and I woke up PASTY in my mouth. I'm pretty sure I'll be swishing my mouth with water all morning...I have to be at the hospital at 8 AM. I'm sure Steve will update on his blog, or I'll ask him to comment on this to let you know how I made out.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Happy Birthday Steve
Dear Steve,
Just a message to let you know how much I love you. We may have our bumps along the way, but I'd rather have a bumpy road with you than live my life without you. (I almost wrote "I'd rather have a bumpy road without you then live my life with you...OOPS) I pray that this year will be gracious to you, that you will see some dreams fulfilled, and that you will feel truly blessed. Looking forward to what this next year holds for us. Love you hon! xoxoxoxo
Love,
Amanda
Just a message to let you know how much I love you. We may have our bumps along the way, but I'd rather have a bumpy road with you than live my life without you. (I almost wrote "I'd rather have a bumpy road without you then live my life with you...OOPS) I pray that this year will be gracious to you, that you will see some dreams fulfilled, and that you will feel truly blessed. Looking forward to what this next year holds for us. Love you hon! xoxoxoxo
Love,
Amanda
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Ironicly Funny
This week I had a meeting with the school to discuss the kids Individual Education Plan. At this meeting, I also got some great feedback from their classroom teachers and how the kids are adapting into the classroom. This is too great not to share.
Logan does a great job in class, he is following most of the classroom routine with very little modification for him. During math class there was a substitute teacher who happened to be the learning resource teacher who Logan is quite familiar with. Logan normally stays pretty quiet through the lessons, but because he was so familiar with this teacher, and it was SO out of the ordinary for her to be in this roll, my son actually disrupted the lesson. Of all the kids to get in trouble for back-talking, IT WAS LOGAN!!! I never thought I'd reach the day that I was actually proud of Logan for back-talking. Now please don't misunderstand, he wasn't being rude or mean or anything of the sort, he was just repeating back VERY loudly everything the teacher was saying. It did my heart good to know that Logan has come far enough that he can get in trouble for something that we never really anticipated him to get in trouble for! Oh the things that I can rejoice over. Another thing to add to the list of unexpected triumphs.
Please remember Abby's teacher in your thoughts, in regards to getting used to Abby. I think it will be difficult for any teacher who has had Logan first, being very used to what his behaviours are, to be suddenly confronted with his complete polar opposite the following year. Don't get me wrong, she really likes Abby, and Abby is doing well but she is a very different child from Logan. When you don't have a tremendous amount of experience with autism, and the first couple of children who you do encounter are siblings who are as opposite as can be, it's going to be difficult but rewarding journey.
Logan does a great job in class, he is following most of the classroom routine with very little modification for him. During math class there was a substitute teacher who happened to be the learning resource teacher who Logan is quite familiar with. Logan normally stays pretty quiet through the lessons, but because he was so familiar with this teacher, and it was SO out of the ordinary for her to be in this roll, my son actually disrupted the lesson. Of all the kids to get in trouble for back-talking, IT WAS LOGAN!!! I never thought I'd reach the day that I was actually proud of Logan for back-talking. Now please don't misunderstand, he wasn't being rude or mean or anything of the sort, he was just repeating back VERY loudly everything the teacher was saying. It did my heart good to know that Logan has come far enough that he can get in trouble for something that we never really anticipated him to get in trouble for! Oh the things that I can rejoice over. Another thing to add to the list of unexpected triumphs.
Please remember Abby's teacher in your thoughts, in regards to getting used to Abby. I think it will be difficult for any teacher who has had Logan first, being very used to what his behaviours are, to be suddenly confronted with his complete polar opposite the following year. Don't get me wrong, she really likes Abby, and Abby is doing well but she is a very different child from Logan. When you don't have a tremendous amount of experience with autism, and the first couple of children who you do encounter are siblings who are as opposite as can be, it's going to be difficult but rewarding journey.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Prayer
My aunt sent me a forward this morning, and while I don't usually send things on, I thought I'd like to post it on my blog.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
We never do things easy!
Well, today wasn't a total disaster, but it wasn't at all what we expected either. We got some pictures, but we forgot a lot of stuff, so it'll be for another weekend that we try family pictures. Here's a few from today, that we did take. Justus and Emma were napping, so it was only 4 of us.
Picture Day
Today we are heading off to Chesley to have our pictures taken....can I just say that this is my least favourite day of the whole year!!! Trying to get 4 kids, 2 adults and 1 dog to all look in the same general direction, matching fairly well, and NOT freaking out, drooling, snotting or whatever else may happen, you get the idea. I am sure by the end of the day I will have had enough, and thrown the towel in...but I'm hoping for at least 1 nice picture out of the bunch. Is that too much to ask for? Maybe, but a mother can dream!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
The Golden Compass
I was reading Ben Witherington and his take on the Golden Compass movie which is based on Phillip Pullmans trilogy "His Dark Materials". I read the trilogy over my vacation in Calgary and I must say that I really enjoyed the books. They are a great work of sci/fi, and it really got one thinking about religion on a whole. While Pullmans take on it was from an atheistic point of view, I believe it gives insights to Christians as well. He attacks many areas of the Christian church in the book that I myself am ashamed of.
Ben (as if I can be on 1st name basis of someone I don't know!) cautions parents not to bring their kids to see the movie because Phillip Pullman is an atheist and the book is very much anti religion and it will not point towards the "true north". I have been thinking about it all morning and I really disagree with this stance. I believe for too long parents have sheltered their kids from so many things, it tends to make the kids rebel and isolates them from their peers. Instead of not taking the kids, why not take them and use it as a teaching opportunity? I'm of a very strong belief that we must teach our kids about our faith, but running from anything that disagrees with our faith...that's taking it a step too far for me. There was so much buzz around the Harry Potter series a few years ago in Christian circles, and I fear the same thing will happen with this. Although the books were written a number of years ago, they are sure to gain some popularity again with the movie coming out.
Why do Christians feel the need to flee from anything that is different from their beliefs? I want for my kids to have the knowledge to make the decision on their own, of course it's my prayer and desire that they choose our faith, it's our responsibility to demonstrate to our kids what being a Christian is all about. But didn't Jesus hang out with those different from him? Wasn't it him who befriended prostitutes? Didn't have have dinner with tax-collectors? I really believe that we have made a very poor decision by isolating ourselves from the rest of the world. I honestly believe we'd do our kids a better service by showing love to those around us, whether they hold our specific views or not. Why does it have to be an "us/them"? We really should get back to what Jesus teaches us through his actions.
Stepping off my soapbox now!
Ben (as if I can be on 1st name basis of someone I don't know!) cautions parents not to bring their kids to see the movie because Phillip Pullman is an atheist and the book is very much anti religion and it will not point towards the "true north". I have been thinking about it all morning and I really disagree with this stance. I believe for too long parents have sheltered their kids from so many things, it tends to make the kids rebel and isolates them from their peers. Instead of not taking the kids, why not take them and use it as a teaching opportunity? I'm of a very strong belief that we must teach our kids about our faith, but running from anything that disagrees with our faith...that's taking it a step too far for me. There was so much buzz around the Harry Potter series a few years ago in Christian circles, and I fear the same thing will happen with this. Although the books were written a number of years ago, they are sure to gain some popularity again with the movie coming out.
Why do Christians feel the need to flee from anything that is different from their beliefs? I want for my kids to have the knowledge to make the decision on their own, of course it's my prayer and desire that they choose our faith, it's our responsibility to demonstrate to our kids what being a Christian is all about. But didn't Jesus hang out with those different from him? Wasn't it him who befriended prostitutes? Didn't have have dinner with tax-collectors? I really believe that we have made a very poor decision by isolating ourselves from the rest of the world. I honestly believe we'd do our kids a better service by showing love to those around us, whether they hold our specific views or not. Why does it have to be an "us/them"? We really should get back to what Jesus teaches us through his actions.
Stepping off my soapbox now!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
This is sad
I came across this story on another blog I read. I find it so sad the culture we have become that it's easier to give up than to persevere.
Answer to Prayer
For those of you who know us, you know that since the end of September Abby has been waking at unreasonable times for the day, anytime between 1 and 4. We were dreading this time change so much, but let me tell you, God answers prayers. This week we've been up 6 o'clock or later! How awesome. I roll over to look at the clock in the morning, and the first words out of my mouth are "Thank you Lord!"
It is interesting too because this week, she has an injury. This morning was the first morning she's walked since the "incident" at church. She had a tv stand fall on her this past Sunday, amazingly the ankle was the only part that was hurt. After a trip to ER, we know that nothing is broken, thankfully, just very bruised. She's adapted very well, and hasn't complained much. She's been rather pleasant actually. :) I never imagined this would be the week that she'd be sleeping, I figured she'd be rather cranky actually. But alas, God is good and is helping us all through this time.
It is interesting too because this week, she has an injury. This morning was the first morning she's walked since the "incident" at church. She had a tv stand fall on her this past Sunday, amazingly the ankle was the only part that was hurt. After a trip to ER, we know that nothing is broken, thankfully, just very bruised. She's adapted very well, and hasn't complained much. She's been rather pleasant actually. :) I never imagined this would be the week that she'd be sleeping, I figured she'd be rather cranky actually. But alas, God is good and is helping us all through this time.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Bad at blogging lol
Well, I must admit...I'm a horrible blogger...I apologize for not updating. Will you please forgive me?!?!
I had an amazing time in Calgary. I spent a few days with my aunt and uncle, and in that time celebrated my cousins birthday, went to the zoo and did LOTS of shopping :). I was loved and doted on, and I felt very blessed to be in their home. I then went to my friends house, and spent the remainder of my time with them. Their kids made me smile, and helped me not miss my own so much! Lindsay really listened to me jabber away about nothing, and it was great to spend time with her again. I love when you can meet up with a friend, whom you haven't seen in years, and fall right back into step. I went to Drumheller for the first time, and enjoyed the flying trip through the dinosaur museum. Thank you to my wonderful hostesses for your love and friendship. You made my time away refreshing, and I will never forget my time with you.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to spend my time with 17 other pastors wives at a camp in Reaboro, ON. What an amazing experience. I appreciated my time away, and felt so at ease to talk about so many issues. It was great to be real, and see women from 27 to 80 laugh and carry on with no generational barriers at all. During one of the devotionals on mentoring, someone shared this little acronym.
Ministry
Encouragement
Nurturing
Teaching
Overseer
Reccomend
I really felt that this was so powerful. We as individuals HAVE mentors and ARE mentors, whether we realize this or not. It encouraged me, and I appreciated it so much. Another quote that I loved from the weekend was from Anne Graham Lotts "With every person you meet you either build a bridge or a wall". My prayer is that I will only build bridges. I am looking forward to my time away again next year!
Kudos goes to my husband, without him I would be unable to experience any of these wonderful times, and I love him very much for it. Steve, you are a wonderful husband and father and I love you for who you are. You're a gem and I'm so lucky to have you!
I had an amazing time in Calgary. I spent a few days with my aunt and uncle, and in that time celebrated my cousins birthday, went to the zoo and did LOTS of shopping :). I was loved and doted on, and I felt very blessed to be in their home. I then went to my friends house, and spent the remainder of my time with them. Their kids made me smile, and helped me not miss my own so much! Lindsay really listened to me jabber away about nothing, and it was great to spend time with her again. I love when you can meet up with a friend, whom you haven't seen in years, and fall right back into step. I went to Drumheller for the first time, and enjoyed the flying trip through the dinosaur museum. Thank you to my wonderful hostesses for your love and friendship. You made my time away refreshing, and I will never forget my time with you.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to spend my time with 17 other pastors wives at a camp in Reaboro, ON. What an amazing experience. I appreciated my time away, and felt so at ease to talk about so many issues. It was great to be real, and see women from 27 to 80 laugh and carry on with no generational barriers at all. During one of the devotionals on mentoring, someone shared this little acronym.
Ministry
Encouragement
Nurturing
Teaching
Overseer
Reccomend
I really felt that this was so powerful. We as individuals HAVE mentors and ARE mentors, whether we realize this or not. It encouraged me, and I appreciated it so much. Another quote that I loved from the weekend was from Anne Graham Lotts "With every person you meet you either build a bridge or a wall". My prayer is that I will only build bridges. I am looking forward to my time away again next year!
Kudos goes to my husband, without him I would be unable to experience any of these wonderful times, and I love him very much for it. Steve, you are a wonderful husband and father and I love you for who you are. You're a gem and I'm so lucky to have you!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
On My Way!
Well, tomorrow morning I leave for the airport and am headed out to Calgary. I'll be visiting with my family who I very rarely get to spend time with. It'll be a lot of fun and I'm really looking forward to it. Then I'll spend the remaining time with friends that I haven't seen in two years (wow! can that really be?)
I'm really feeling torn about going. When I booked the trip, I was all ready to leave and have some time to myself. But dare I say, I'm almost sorry I'm going. Steve just got back from a week away and I so badly want to stay here. However, I also know that I need some good mommy time. It's been a long time since I left the kids and got some quality time to myself. Where I am just plain Amanda. I know I need it. I'm a better mother when I have "me" time.
So farewell to all my blog readers...I'm not even sure how many there are of you anymore LOL. I'll be back on the 19th and will post about my adventures. C'ya!
I'm really feeling torn about going. When I booked the trip, I was all ready to leave and have some time to myself. But dare I say, I'm almost sorry I'm going. Steve just got back from a week away and I so badly want to stay here. However, I also know that I need some good mommy time. It's been a long time since I left the kids and got some quality time to myself. Where I am just plain Amanda. I know I need it. I'm a better mother when I have "me" time.
So farewell to all my blog readers...I'm not even sure how many there are of you anymore LOL. I'll be back on the 19th and will post about my adventures. C'ya!
Friday, October 05, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Sleep deprived Mommy
Today I realized that I'm not cut out for 'going it alone' with the kids. I am extremely tired. Out of 6 sleeps, I've had 2 good nights...let me tell you, this mommy needed 6 good nights!!! The night before last Abby decided that it was wise of her to wake at 1 AM for the day. I couldn't believe it...She was SO wired. All day I walked around in a fog. There is a reason that Steve wakes up with the kids in the night, I don't handle it well. period. This woman is designed to go to bed at 10 and wake up no earlier than 6! I haven't had that luxury once this week...I'm looking forward to it on Sunday, I'll tell you that much!
As I headed for bed last night, I got another call from Steve (which I DON'T mind at all, miss him like crazy). After that, I passed out, maybe a bit of falling asleep while on the phone, I'm sure I made no sense by the end of the conversation. A person is not supposed to be awake from 1 am - 10 pm! He's having a great time. It's been good for him, and I can tell a difference in him. This is the first time that he's done something like this for himself, and I'm so proud of him for it.
At 1:00, yes you heard me, 1:00 Miss Emma decided to wake up. I went down and turned her over thinking that was all she needed....she quieted down for a bit and then started crying again, so at 1:30 I made her a bottle which of course magically made her fall asleep before drinking it...she did afterall get mommy out of bed twice! There sits the bottle beside my bed, 'just in case'!
At 4:40 Abby decided she was to get up. I think she's really hating seeing my face in the morning. Everyday more and more crying occurs...it'll be nice to tell her tomorrow that Daddy will be home in the afternoon! I'm sure she's ready! I know I am. I'm sure I'll get a call from the school asking me to come and get her at some point today. But lets hope she manages to control herself for school.
Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers this week. I couldn't have done it without them. As it is, I'm hanging on by my fingernails, but it's just one more sleep til Steve gets home! I just can't wait!!!
As I headed for bed last night, I got another call from Steve (which I DON'T mind at all, miss him like crazy). After that, I passed out, maybe a bit of falling asleep while on the phone, I'm sure I made no sense by the end of the conversation. A person is not supposed to be awake from 1 am - 10 pm! He's having a great time. It's been good for him, and I can tell a difference in him. This is the first time that he's done something like this for himself, and I'm so proud of him for it.
At 1:00, yes you heard me, 1:00 Miss Emma decided to wake up. I went down and turned her over thinking that was all she needed....she quieted down for a bit and then started crying again, so at 1:30 I made her a bottle which of course magically made her fall asleep before drinking it...she did afterall get mommy out of bed twice! There sits the bottle beside my bed, 'just in case'!
At 4:40 Abby decided she was to get up. I think she's really hating seeing my face in the morning. Everyday more and more crying occurs...it'll be nice to tell her tomorrow that Daddy will be home in the afternoon! I'm sure she's ready! I know I am. I'm sure I'll get a call from the school asking me to come and get her at some point today. But lets hope she manages to control herself for school.
Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers this week. I couldn't have done it without them. As it is, I'm hanging on by my fingernails, but it's just one more sleep til Steve gets home! I just can't wait!!!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Single Parenting
This week I have been alone with all 4 kids. Steve left on Saturday (thankfully the day AFTER Abby had cotton removed from her nose) for a week in Vancouver for Arrow Leadership. I really need to thank and applaud all single parents out there, because it's tough!! Wow.
Saturday night started off alright, I knew it wouldn't be great because I don't do well being 'alone' (ie the only adult in the house). So it took me awhile to settle down for the night, the last time I saw on the clock was 12:45. Then at 3:30 I woke up! I dozed off and on until 5:50 when Abby woke up. As each of the kids all got up, I realized that Justus and Emma really weren't themselves...oh goodness...sickness too?! My parents came for a visit, and Jocelyn was here in the morning, so the day didn't go too badly.
Sunday night...hopefully never to happen again! Justus had woken up crying 2x since bedtime at 7:30 so I went down and brought him upstairs to sleep in my room around 10. I went to bed at 10:30. I was tired...I had just got to the point where I was in and out of dreams when the phone rang. Thankful to talk to Steve, we chatted. Around 11:30 I settle back down, and by 12 I was asleep. At 1 AM I hear squeals of delight coming from the living room...it was Abby totally wired for sound! I told her she had 1 hour and that at 2 AM she was headed back to bed...suprisingly that worked. I settled down and into sleep when at 3 AM Emma wakes for a bottle....you've got to be kidding me! Just as I was putting Emma back down, Justus starts to cry....I'm thinking to myself, will this night EVER end!?! Well, he quickly settled and I was asleep by 4:30...only to be woken for the day just and hour and a half later at 6 AM...
Monday added insult to injury, the kids were home due to a PD day AND especially Emma had to see the doctor. Her chest was SO full and congested...so I call the office and her appt is scheduled for 4:30...now to find sitters...thankfully Jean came in the morning so I could head to the pharmacy. Sandy came later at 4:00, and then Jocelyn at 4:30...I'm so thankful for a good network of people! I headed out for some ME time once I knew the kids were ok. Went for a nice supper at Kelsey's then home to bed.
Last night went really well. Slept straight from 10-5, no interruptions...my only trouble is, today the tiredness hit me from two previous restless nights so now I feel like garbage. Abby is also starting to miss daddy, so she's really acting out. Justus is still quite cranky and Emma is still sick too....so overall, I'm ready for tomorrow to come!
And here's a little letter to my Hubby,
Dear Steve,
I'm sorry for all the times I make you get up. You're a trooper and never complain. You're awesome! I love you very much!
Love,
Amanda
Saturday night started off alright, I knew it wouldn't be great because I don't do well being 'alone' (ie the only adult in the house). So it took me awhile to settle down for the night, the last time I saw on the clock was 12:45. Then at 3:30 I woke up! I dozed off and on until 5:50 when Abby woke up. As each of the kids all got up, I realized that Justus and Emma really weren't themselves...oh goodness...sickness too?! My parents came for a visit, and Jocelyn was here in the morning, so the day didn't go too badly.
Sunday night...hopefully never to happen again! Justus had woken up crying 2x since bedtime at 7:30 so I went down and brought him upstairs to sleep in my room around 10. I went to bed at 10:30. I was tired...I had just got to the point where I was in and out of dreams when the phone rang. Thankful to talk to Steve, we chatted. Around 11:30 I settle back down, and by 12 I was asleep. At 1 AM I hear squeals of delight coming from the living room...it was Abby totally wired for sound! I told her she had 1 hour and that at 2 AM she was headed back to bed...suprisingly that worked. I settled down and into sleep when at 3 AM Emma wakes for a bottle....you've got to be kidding me! Just as I was putting Emma back down, Justus starts to cry....I'm thinking to myself, will this night EVER end!?! Well, he quickly settled and I was asleep by 4:30...only to be woken for the day just and hour and a half later at 6 AM...
Monday added insult to injury, the kids were home due to a PD day AND especially Emma had to see the doctor. Her chest was SO full and congested...so I call the office and her appt is scheduled for 4:30...now to find sitters...thankfully Jean came in the morning so I could head to the pharmacy. Sandy came later at 4:00, and then Jocelyn at 4:30...I'm so thankful for a good network of people! I headed out for some ME time once I knew the kids were ok. Went for a nice supper at Kelsey's then home to bed.
Last night went really well. Slept straight from 10-5, no interruptions...my only trouble is, today the tiredness hit me from two previous restless nights so now I feel like garbage. Abby is also starting to miss daddy, so she's really acting out. Justus is still quite cranky and Emma is still sick too....so overall, I'm ready for tomorrow to come!
And here's a little letter to my Hubby,
Dear Steve,
I'm sorry for all the times I make you get up. You're a trooper and never complain. You're awesome! I love you very much!
Love,
Amanda
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Happy Birthday Abby!
My daughter Abby turns 5 today! Seems like just yesterday we were heading to the hospital to be induced. We were SO excited. Abby had already lived through such amazing things, we knew God had something special for her. During a routine ultrasound, they found cysts on her brain, we had no idea how this might affect her. It didn't. Then when I was 7.5 months pregnant with her, I was in a bad car accident, rolled the car three times...it was bad. Yet there she was on the monitor, doing just fine. God has had His hand on her. He knew her before "she was knit together in my womb" and has been looking out for her since. Her heartbeat dropped really low during delivery too. She turned out fine!
I'm so proud of her. I love to listen to her laugh hysterically, that throaty laugh...it's so contagious. She enjoys so much of life. Everyone who meets her, loves her. She may have autism, but she touches people. She is so genuine, so pure. I love her for that.
I hope that she has a wonderful day, and that she enjoys it for all it's worth!
"Happy Birthday Big Girl!!!"
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Some days and some times in your life are easier than others. I believe and am convinced of that now. I know that when I come out on the other side of this time in my life, I will be a better person, I will also inherit the patience of Job. This past week has passed by as decades, each day representing one in itself. I am praying that Friday comes quickly and the answers I need are before me, or at the very least, be turned in the right direction. I HATE the unknown. It's the worst part of any illness/disease.
I thank God for my family and friends, and for those who have carried me through in prayer. My life wouldn't be the same without your support. The way is becoming brighter, I do see faint lights. I will update when the time is right. Thank you for checking in on me.
I thank God for my family and friends, and for those who have carried me through in prayer. My life wouldn't be the same without your support. The way is becoming brighter, I do see faint lights. I will update when the time is right. Thank you for checking in on me.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Where is Gods hand?
Why is it when life gets overwhelming that everything seems to go wrong right at that moment? Why is it that when I need to see Gods hand the most, the way seems so obscured? I can look back retrospectively and see His hand but never in the circumstance. Is this where active faith comes into my life? Is this when I need to learn to rely on Him more? Is He trying to teach me something?Steve and I have had many conversations about this. I don't believe that God has mapped out or predestined everything, and that we go like robots through His plan. I believe we all have choices to make, and our lives are shaped and molded by those choices. But are there things that He wants us to experience? Did He cause or allow the kids autism or choose us to be their parents? Why is the heart of every human, whether we want to admit it or not, always looking for the answer to the question? What is it that drives us to search for the 'truth'?
Our life has so many peaks and valleys. There are times I can really struggle with how I incorporate my faith into it. There are so few parents of children with special needs who share how the diagnosis affected their faith. Mine, I admit, is very shaken, but there are times that I marvel at the complexity of my kids and know that everything will be alright. But there are dark sides, why do I feel so ashamed to admit it though? Why the secrecy? If we all shared our stories, shared the pain and the joys, wouldn't the load be easier to bear? I say this like it's easy, as if I have it figured out, but I don't. Just an inner longing of mine, to find a place where people feel safe to share and support through life.
Today is a day for a deep thoughtful post I guess. I've been in that mood lately, very reflective. It's been a difficult summer, and I feel the affects of it very strongly. I am praying to see His hand, and to feel His presence with me. This next few weeks will be difficult and I'm not sure how much I'll post. Some things good, some bad, some unsure. I have a few doctors appts, the kids going back to school and some decisions to make. None of which are very easy for me. Please pray with me during this time, I could sure use the support!
Monday, August 20, 2007
BIG changes!
I'm sitting here today in awe that my life is going to change dramatically in the next couple of weeks. We've hit some pretty big milestones in our house. Some that we've talked about, some that we haven't.
First, Logan will be starting GR 1 in just two weeks time. I can't believe that he's going to be going to school full-time. I got a call from the bus company today, confirming everything for the start of school. I knew the day was coming, but it suddenly hit me very hard that my oldest is growing up! Abby will be starting her SK year, and I am anxious to see how that will go. The summer has been good for both of them, and I believe they will both be rather excited to see school start again.
Another big milestone, one which we haven't broadcasted very loudly, is the fact that Logan and Abby both transition out of behavioural therapy in September. We will receive 12 months of transitional therapy, and then be completely out of the program. Now I'm sure a lot of who read this will be outraged thinking it was due to age, but it was our choice. It was a very difficult and bittersweet decision, but one that had to be made. I will admit that I'm rather nervous about having Abby home with me during the day. Some people may feel confused by that, but for the last 2 years of her life, she has been with other people throughout the day at various times. I'm positive that it will go ok, but I'm still anxious about the transition. She is a child who thrives on routine, and we're about to upset it completely.
Emma rolled over for the first time this morning! I can't believe she is 3 months already. She's really turned a corner in the last few weeks. Whatever was going on with her, has now subsided for the most part, and she's turned into the most beautiful, wonderful girl. Now part of that is due to the fact that she sleeps between 12 and 14 hours at night, but another part of that is her cooing and smiling. She just keeps "giving back". It's a great feeling to see her smiling her big toothless grin at you.
Justus is cutting teeth, and I can't wait til they poke through!!! That boy has turned into Mr.Drama. You'd think the world was ending the way he carried on, but even through it all, he's a character. I love to see him peek from behind his hands when you give him a reprimand, or grab your face to give you a big "mwah" on the cheek. He is learning so much, and can do so many things that in a lot of ways, he's bypassed what the kids can do. (or at least demonstrates it) He's a real joy to be around, and keeps me laughing throughout the day, even with his teething antics!
First, Logan will be starting GR 1 in just two weeks time. I can't believe that he's going to be going to school full-time. I got a call from the bus company today, confirming everything for the start of school. I knew the day was coming, but it suddenly hit me very hard that my oldest is growing up! Abby will be starting her SK year, and I am anxious to see how that will go. The summer has been good for both of them, and I believe they will both be rather excited to see school start again.
Another big milestone, one which we haven't broadcasted very loudly, is the fact that Logan and Abby both transition out of behavioural therapy in September. We will receive 12 months of transitional therapy, and then be completely out of the program. Now I'm sure a lot of who read this will be outraged thinking it was due to age, but it was our choice. It was a very difficult and bittersweet decision, but one that had to be made. I will admit that I'm rather nervous about having Abby home with me during the day. Some people may feel confused by that, but for the last 2 years of her life, she has been with other people throughout the day at various times. I'm positive that it will go ok, but I'm still anxious about the transition. She is a child who thrives on routine, and we're about to upset it completely.
Emma rolled over for the first time this morning! I can't believe she is 3 months already. She's really turned a corner in the last few weeks. Whatever was going on with her, has now subsided for the most part, and she's turned into the most beautiful, wonderful girl. Now part of that is due to the fact that she sleeps between 12 and 14 hours at night, but another part of that is her cooing and smiling. She just keeps "giving back". It's a great feeling to see her smiling her big toothless grin at you.
Justus is cutting teeth, and I can't wait til they poke through!!! That boy has turned into Mr.Drama. You'd think the world was ending the way he carried on, but even through it all, he's a character. I love to see him peek from behind his hands when you give him a reprimand, or grab your face to give you a big "mwah" on the cheek. He is learning so much, and can do so many things that in a lot of ways, he's bypassed what the kids can do. (or at least demonstrates it) He's a real joy to be around, and keeps me laughing throughout the day, even with his teething antics!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Beautiful Butterfly
“I don’t want to wear that, why can’t I wear this? I don’t like wearing dresses! I’m almost 7 now Mom! Why can’t I wear what I want to wear?”
“It’s your first day back to school honey, 2nd grade. You want to look your best for your new teacher, don’t you? Tomorrow is a big day for you.”
“I want to wear this mom! I’m comfy.”
“Alright Sara, but at least put on a different shirt, those don’t match.”
Sara crossed off the last day on her calendar as she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Dreaming about the next day, she went through her bedtime routine. She was so excited to see her friends and tell them all about her adventures over summer vacation.
***
Sara grabbed her backpack and skipped down the driveway. “I’m going to school today, I’m going to school today.”
“Hello Ms. Davis” she greeted the school bus driver.
“Hi Sara, did you have a nice summer?”
Sara nodded to the driver as she walked down towards the back of the crowded bus, sitting down next to a girl with messy hair and clothes; it was the only seat left.
“Hi, I’m Sara. I’m in grade 2. What’s your name?”
The girl didn’t say anything; she just looked out the window. Sara was hurt. She kept hoping but the girl never spoke to her.
***
The bell rang and the kids filed into the classroom. When Sara saw the girl from the bus sitting at a desk near the front of the room, she pointed at her and quietly whispered to her friends. “That’s her!”
“Good morning class, welcome to Grade 2. I’m your teacher Mrs. Johnson. I’d like you all to meet Lisa. She transferred here from another school. Lisa will need your help this year to feel welcome. Everyone, please say hello to Lisa.”
“Hello Lisa” the class echoed.
***
Sara stared at Lisa all day. There was something different about her. She didn’t fit in. At the second recess break Sara stayed behind to talk to Mrs. Johnson.
“Mrs. Johnson, why doesn’t Lisa talk? I tried to talk to her on the bus this morning, but she didn’t answer. She seems strange, is there something wrong with her?”
“Sara. She does talk, but it takes her longer to answer and you have to listen carefully. If she is distracted by something, she may not hear you. Why don’t you try again? Lisa really needs a special friend and I think you are just who she needs. Why don’t you go ask her to play with you?”
“I’m kind of afraid. How do I know if she’s listening to me?”
“Call her name first. Its ok Sara, you’ll do great. Run along, you’ll miss your recess.”
***
“How was your day honey?” Sara’s mom asked as she poured a glass of milk.
“OK.”
“Your teacher told me about your new friend Lisa. Do you want to tell me about her?”
Sara started to cry. “Mom, she wouldn’t talk to me! She’s not my friend, she’s weird. I know Mrs. Johnson said that I would be a special friend for her, but I don’t want to be her friend.”
“Now Sara, we all are different. How would you feel if someone said that they didn’t want to be your friend? I bet it would hurt your feelings. I sure hope you give Lisa a second chance.”
***
Mrs. Johnson spoke to the class. “Today is a special day. We are going to work on an art project together. I’ve already selected who your partners will be, so please sit with them as I call out your names.”
As their names were called, Sara went and sat with Lisa.
“Today’s project is about celebrating our differences. We all have special gifts and talents. With your partners, I’d like you each to talk about one thing that is special about you. Then each pair is going to paint it onto this banner, to represent all that is special about the people in our class. The banner will stay up for the rest of the year.”
***
Sara was so mad; she didn’t want to be Lisa’s partner. She didn’t even ask Lisa what was special about her. She went ahead and did the project all by herself.
One by one the pairs got up and told what made them special. The banner was almost full when finally it was Sara and Lisa’s turn. Mrs. Johnson called Lisa’s name and asked “Lisa, what is special about you?”
“I …. can …. paint …. butterflies.” She answered slowly.
Sara’s mouth dropped open. It was the first time Lisa said anything since school started. Sara was even more shocked when Lisa got up and painted the most beautiful butterfly she had ever seen.
“Lisa! That is a very beautiful butterfly. Well done!” Mrs. Johnson said smiling. “Sara, it’s your turn.”
“I ride horses.” Sara answered, waiting as she picked up the paintbrush.
Sara knew she couldn’t paint well, and it was even worse to go after Lisa. Her butterfly was so pretty.
“Can …. I …. help?” Lisa asked.
Sara turned around to see Lisa standing behind her holding a paintbrush.
***
Lisa was an excellent artist; the horse she painted was just as beautiful as the butterfly. The whole class clapped as Lisa sat back down in her seat.
“Wow Lisa! That was awesome. How do you do that? Can you teach me how to paint?” Lisa couldn’t handle all the attention; she went to the corner of the classroom to look out the window.
Sara sat down in her seat, feeling sad. She knew she had to tell Lisa she was sorry.
Sara followed Lisa to the other side of the classroom.
“Lisa?”
Lisa turned her head and looked at Sara.
“Lisa, I’m sorry I was mean to you. That was a beautiful painting. Thanks for helping me. Do you want to play with me at recess?”
“It’s …. ok. I …. want …. to …. play …. with …. you …. Sara.” Lisa smiled.
***
That night Sara went home and told her mom all about Lisa’s painting.
“Mom, it was so beautiful. I didn’t know she could paint like that. We played together for the rest of the day. I really like Lisa. Can she come over and play?”
Publications and School
I heard back from Chicken Soup, and my story, Christmas Eve Miracle was NOT chosen for the book, however it was a top finalist. It was in the top 300, out of thousands of submissions. For my first official "try" at being published, isn't too shabby. They are going to highlight the story on a new website Soul Supporter. She said she'd email when the story was going to be highlighted. While it isn't in print form, it's great that I'll be published even on the Internet. It's a step in the right direction.
I've also just completed my first college course, Writing for Publication. I received my final marks, tonight 79.6%. It bothers me that I'm just .4% away from an A, but I guess I'll take the B+. It's so exhilarating. In our first unit, we are asked to write a query letter and article for a magazine, and many of us actually submitted our letters to editors of magazines. I wrote to Exceptional Family, and offered to write our story of Milo and the kids. They've agreed that it might make a great story, and will be getting back to me next month about a possible feature in their magazine! I'll keep you updated.
I've signed up for my next course, which will be on children's fantasy literature! We will use Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia as source material, how awesome is that?!!? I can't wait. The kids and I both start school the same week.
This week I also had the privilege of speaking to a class of potential Educational Assistants at Georgian College in Owen Sound. What an experience that was! I'm not at all a public speaker, I probably should have let Steve do it, but I had fun nonetheless. It was an odd feeling to walk into the classroom, be shown to the front of the room, and have a bunch of students listen intently to what you are saying for an hour! It was great to be able to give them "the family" perspective of the children they will be working with. I'm not sure I'd ever feel overly comfortable doing it again, but it's nice to say that I lectured a college class LOL!
I've also just completed my first college course, Writing for Publication. I received my final marks, tonight 79.6%. It bothers me that I'm just .4% away from an A, but I guess I'll take the B+. It's so exhilarating. In our first unit, we are asked to write a query letter and article for a magazine, and many of us actually submitted our letters to editors of magazines. I wrote to Exceptional Family, and offered to write our story of Milo and the kids. They've agreed that it might make a great story, and will be getting back to me next month about a possible feature in their magazine! I'll keep you updated.
I've signed up for my next course, which will be on children's fantasy literature! We will use Harry Potter and Chronicles of Narnia as source material, how awesome is that?!!? I can't wait. The kids and I both start school the same week.
This week I also had the privilege of speaking to a class of potential Educational Assistants at Georgian College in Owen Sound. What an experience that was! I'm not at all a public speaker, I probably should have let Steve do it, but I had fun nonetheless. It was an odd feeling to walk into the classroom, be shown to the front of the room, and have a bunch of students listen intently to what you are saying for an hour! It was great to be able to give them "the family" perspective of the children they will be working with. I'm not sure I'd ever feel overly comfortable doing it again, but it's nice to say that I lectured a college class LOL!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Pictures
I recently went through our pictures and realized there were very few pictures of the kids and I. Today I remedied that! The kids and I had a photo session, and these pictures were the outcome. Most are selfportraits, although the one of Emma and I is one that Steve took. :) Enjoy.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Busy Busy Busy
Well, I apologize that it's been so long since I last made a blog entry. It seems life has been rather busy.
Since my mom is up in Chesley working, I came down this past week to help her out. I've been doing packing packing packing packing and more packing. The house finally looks like they are moving, and I can't believe it's just 2.5 more weeks until they are up here. I'm very excited for the opportunity to live close to them, and what these changes will bring for their lives. Please pray for them as they make this change in their lives.
This is their new home in Chesley, I wish it didn't look so spooky because the house is beautiful. Once they are moved in, I'll go and take some better pictures. Now that the trees are in bloom etc. This was the listing picture from back in April!
I'm so homesick and ready to see my family. I'll be back to Meaford tomorrow. Hope everyone is having a great long weekend.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
YIPEEE
I am bursting at the seams! There is so much good going on in my life.
My mom has been applying for jobs up here in the area, and she accepted a job offer in Chesley this past week. They just let me know tonight that they have an offer in on their house, and they'll be working towards finalizing that this week, it's a private sale! So, now they are just in need of a house in Chesley or the surrounding area. I'm so excited, I just can't believe my mom and dad are going to be near me....I'll actually have family near me!!!!
(click the picture for more photos)
I am also excited because the kids and I had a blast at Marineland this past Friday. I was worried how the day would go. Abby was up for at least 2 hours in the night, leaving me with just 2 hours of sleep (NOT a good thing!) But it turned out miraculously.
We started off with just a few rides...Logan especially loved the ladybug rollercoaster. Then we headed over to Friendship Cove to see the Killerwhales and watch the splash show....while we were in the underwater viewing area beforehand, Logan was so excited. He turned to the girl beside him and said "it's a killer whale!" That's pretty impressive considering we didn't prep them beforehand! They both loved watching the whales jump...but Abby really wanted in the water with them (Sorry hon, just not going to happen!)
We then headed over to the Aquarium and saw seals and other assorted fish. Lunch was next...then over quickly to watch the show at Waldorfs Main Stage. I wish we could've been closer for this because it was difficult for the kids to see and keep their attention, but they did do really well considering. From there we headed over to Arctic Cove for the Belugas. The highlight was Logan feeding and touching a Beluga!!! I was underwater viewing with Abby during this because as the day wore on, she REALLY wanted in the tanks...but the picture was worth a thousand words...he was SOOO happy (so was Kati for that matter)!
We had our ice cream cones and headed for the exit. 5 hours of fun was enough for us! I was so happy with how they did, and they proved me wrong once again. I love when they do that. Abby's highlight for the day was splashing through all the puddles...she enjoyed everything else, but that was the best for her...and I'll take it. She did amazingly well, considering it was something totally new for her. She did show interest in the whales...laughed a few times at the dolphins and seals...but puddles were by far the most exciting!
I can't wait to go back again...but that probably won't be until the other kids are old enough to enjoy it. We'll be off on other adventures this summer, so keep coming back and I'll keep you posted!
My mom has been applying for jobs up here in the area, and she accepted a job offer in Chesley this past week. They just let me know tonight that they have an offer in on their house, and they'll be working towards finalizing that this week, it's a private sale! So, now they are just in need of a house in Chesley or the surrounding area. I'm so excited, I just can't believe my mom and dad are going to be near me....I'll actually have family near me!!!!
(click the picture for more photos)
I am also excited because the kids and I had a blast at Marineland this past Friday. I was worried how the day would go. Abby was up for at least 2 hours in the night, leaving me with just 2 hours of sleep (NOT a good thing!) But it turned out miraculously.
We started off with just a few rides...Logan especially loved the ladybug rollercoaster. Then we headed over to Friendship Cove to see the Killerwhales and watch the splash show....while we were in the underwater viewing area beforehand, Logan was so excited. He turned to the girl beside him and said "it's a killer whale!" That's pretty impressive considering we didn't prep them beforehand! They both loved watching the whales jump...but Abby really wanted in the water with them (Sorry hon, just not going to happen!)
We then headed over to the Aquarium and saw seals and other assorted fish. Lunch was next...then over quickly to watch the show at Waldorfs Main Stage. I wish we could've been closer for this because it was difficult for the kids to see and keep their attention, but they did do really well considering. From there we headed over to Arctic Cove for the Belugas. The highlight was Logan feeding and touching a Beluga!!! I was underwater viewing with Abby during this because as the day wore on, she REALLY wanted in the tanks...but the picture was worth a thousand words...he was SOOO happy (so was Kati for that matter)!
We had our ice cream cones and headed for the exit. 5 hours of fun was enough for us! I was so happy with how they did, and they proved me wrong once again. I love when they do that. Abby's highlight for the day was splashing through all the puddles...she enjoyed everything else, but that was the best for her...and I'll take it. She did amazingly well, considering it was something totally new for her. She did show interest in the whales...laughed a few times at the dolphins and seals...but puddles were by far the most exciting!
I can't wait to go back again...but that probably won't be until the other kids are old enough to enjoy it. We'll be off on other adventures this summer, so keep coming back and I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Outdoor Play Equipment
I'm so excited. This Friday we are headed to Mount Forest to pickup our new playset for the backyard. It's pictured above. I think the kids are all going to have a blast. Steve and I were talking today about it today, and he seemed to think it would just take an afternoon, but I told him it would probably take all of this coming weekend to put together, if not longer! We don't move very fast I'm afraid! Anyway, I just wanted to share our exciting news.
Monday, June 25, 2007
HURRAY
I just have to say that I'm SO excited. The last two nights an incredible thing happened...well actually a few incredible things have happened.
First, Emma has slept through the night!!!!! This is so exciting for us. All three of our other kids have been great sleepers, and I must admit I was worrying about Emma. Her crying last week was really starting to worry me, but since we switched our formula out for the soy-based one, she's a new girl. Her non-stop crying ceased, AND she decided to sleep through the night.
Looks like we'll be getting our room back soon enough. Although there are some things that I would like to do to Logan's new room/Justus' old room before we make the switch. I'd like Logan's room to be a bit more completed before we send him in. It'll be difficult enough for him to transition, nevermind if we have to change it again after he's in. Nonetheless, it's exciting.
The other exciting thing was a business meeting at our church. I never thought I'd say that about a church meeting! But it was a great time of brainstorming of what THEY want to do to reach out to our community. We were surprised by the people who were offering to help, and thanking God for the hearts of all the people present at the meeting. I'm looking forward to what God has in store for us as we move forward as a church!
Last night was Woodfords 152nd anniversary! What a blast! I really enjoy myself when I go to Woodford. Unfortunately I'm not able to get there very often, but I find that church so incredibly warm and welcoming. We had a great service, and Steve's friend from Seminary preached. He gave testimony to a little 13 month old girl in his congregation and what God has done in her life. The docs had basically given up on her (wanting to make her comfortable, but told that parents that she would surely die), but this little girl has made a miraculous comeback. It made me want to hug Justus a lot tighter because this little girl was born just two weeks after him! Praise the Lord, for all that He does both through medicine and miracles!
First, Emma has slept through the night!!!!! This is so exciting for us. All three of our other kids have been great sleepers, and I must admit I was worrying about Emma. Her crying last week was really starting to worry me, but since we switched our formula out for the soy-based one, she's a new girl. Her non-stop crying ceased, AND she decided to sleep through the night.
Looks like we'll be getting our room back soon enough. Although there are some things that I would like to do to Logan's new room/Justus' old room before we make the switch. I'd like Logan's room to be a bit more completed before we send him in. It'll be difficult enough for him to transition, nevermind if we have to change it again after he's in. Nonetheless, it's exciting.
The other exciting thing was a business meeting at our church. I never thought I'd say that about a church meeting! But it was a great time of brainstorming of what THEY want to do to reach out to our community. We were surprised by the people who were offering to help, and thanking God for the hearts of all the people present at the meeting. I'm looking forward to what God has in store for us as we move forward as a church!
Last night was Woodfords 152nd anniversary! What a blast! I really enjoy myself when I go to Woodford. Unfortunately I'm not able to get there very often, but I find that church so incredibly warm and welcoming. We had a great service, and Steve's friend from Seminary preached. He gave testimony to a little 13 month old girl in his congregation and what God has done in her life. The docs had basically given up on her (wanting to make her comfortable, but told that parents that she would surely die), but this little girl has made a miraculous comeback. It made me want to hug Justus a lot tighter because this little girl was born just two weeks after him! Praise the Lord, for all that He does both through medicine and miracles!
Friday, June 22, 2007
My Awesome Hubby!
We just got word today that the book that Steve co-authored with Stan Porter "Unmasking the Pagan Christ" won an award at the Word Guild Awards (Awards for Christian Canadian Authors). It is an Award of Merit, the category being Apologetics/Evangelism. I'm so incredibly proud of him.
Way to go Steve!!!! I'm so proud of you! I know the journey was rough at times, and I wasn't always the supportive wife I should've been. Let me tell you now, in front of all my blog readers (how few or many there are), how very proud I am of you, and how much I love you!
Emma
OK, I love the girl to pieces, but I'm thinking she has colic or is lactose intolerant or something. This girl had been crying hours on end for DAYS!!!! But today we switched to a soy-based formula and knock on wood, she seems much better! A lot less crying than the last few days. It's so hard to believe she's been in our lives a month already. She's doing so well though. We wish we (or should I say STEVE does) sleep more but her presence here makes up for the lack of sleep. She balances out the family. I love her feminine features. I love that she LOOKS like a girl. Such slender delicate hands and feet. Babies can make me gush for hours so I better stop there.
She is eating and growing well. She was born 5 lbs 5 oz. and at our last appt she was 6 lbs 15 oz. Which is still less than any of my kids were, but still growing steadily. She's not great at night, but she's getting better. She still wakes at least 2x in the night, but the time is increasing slowly. She's becoming much more alert during the day, and starting to smile at us. She has great eye contact when she's having her bottle. All great signs for what's to come!
This girl is a blessing for sure. I am so thankful for her, and for all that she brings to this family unit.
Justus
What an adventure ride~this kid amazes us at every turn! The boy is a walking, talking machine. Every time I look at him, I'm so thankful that he is in my life, that we've been given the opportunity to raise him as our own.
As I said, he's growing in leaps and bounds, just not any taller! He's saying so much now, I think he might even be a bit advanced. He's got such great communication skills. He shows us at every turn the little things we've missed. He'll be into big mischief in no time!!!
We have to do some physiotherapy with him, the help correct some weakness in his right side. It is making him side-shuffle and turn his foot out. Hopefully with some exercises, we'll be able to get that corrected. Every little bit helps, and that is a good thing because he doesn't like doing the exercises. Typical male, does what he wants WHEN he wants!!!
Abby
Abby has had the flu today :( Poor girl. She missed her school year end classtrip. But I must admit I enjoyed our time today. She was so cute dozing in and out most of the day, but she was very pleasant to be around nonetheless. This isn't always the case.Abby has also had a year of triumphs. I have enjoyed hearing her progress at school, as well as hearing how the other kids in her class all want to be her partner etc. I love Abby to pieces and so it does my heart good to hear that her peers are feeling the same way about her. While Abby's behaviours can be challenging at times, I will say that her love of life outweighs that at every turn. She continues to make good progress in school and therapy. I am so amazed at her.
Her eyes hold the secrets of the universe, so deep and pensive. I'd love to pick her brain and know what she's thinking or feeling. She's got such a beautiful soul. I love her to bits. She is so passionate and fierce. One amazing little fireball.
Logan Update
Logan is just finishing up at school, his SK year. What a year it has been! I can't believe how far he has come.
A few nights ago, Justus got a hold of the remote for the TV and hit the mute button. It was in that moment that something so perfect happened, something completely unplanned. We realized just how much Logan can memorize! We knew it was a good skill he had, but it's truly remarkable. He spoke the ENTIRE movie!!! All the parts, all the songs, everything. Steve and I sat dumbfounded on the couch, not saying a word to each other. It was a precious memory that will forever be burned in my thoughts.
Logan's school year has gone fabulously. We feel so blessed to be able to have the kids in school. All this year, whenever we see Logan's schoolmates out and about town, they alway seem so excited to see him. There is one little girl who invited Logan to her birthday party, and from talking to her and her mom, really enjoys playing with Logan at school! What a blessing. We were so afraid that he would be picked on for being "different" but in all reality, this year, he was a friend. The kids are all excited that Logan is beginning to talk. Some report back to their parents about it. It's just such a wonderful experience.
Me, in a nutshell, or a coconut LOL
I am clinging to cliche's like I never thought possible. I'm not a big believer in cliches, but for now, I'm clinging to anything I can get my mouth around: "this too shall pass", "what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger", "God doesn't give you more than you can handle", "you got yourself into this.." (oh wait, that wasn't very positive, nix it). You've all heard them. My knee-jerk reactions to cliche's are often, "What, you couldn't think of anything more reassuring than that?" However, I'm beginning to learn that there is some truth in them, they must be a cliche for a reason right?
Having 4 kids has made me grow (very radically I might add) into a different person. Mostly good, although some unfortunate few have caught the wrath of my unchecked patience (something I'm not very proud of). I've learned that I really must purge some of my unused belongings...the truth of the matter is, we just have too much stuff. I've also learned that although Steve would beg to differ, he has WAY more clothing than me. I've surmised that chaotic messes lead to chaotic mindsets. I've learned that I need to lean more on God's grace for the patience that I need, NOT for my kids but for everyone else around me. Life lessons can only be learned while living your life.
It's sometimes hard to remember that I'm only 27. Life has a way of flying around me and making me feel old. I've done a lot of living in these 27 years. There are things that I'm proud of, things I'm ashamed of but truth be told, I wouldn't change it for anything. The lessons and experiences I have under my belt, have led me to the place I am today. The hurt and heartache has given way to a beautiful life. I'm surely not perfect, not by any means (my family says a loud amen to that), but I know that God's working on me. We all see the children's t-shirts out there that read "please be patient, God's not finished with me yet". But I believe that every adult should have one of those t-shirts too! When I get to the place where I feel "finished" I know I'm in the wrong spot. I never want to stop learning and growing as a woman, mother, and wife. If I stop learning, what more will I have to offer?
It's very much been an adjustment, life with 4 kids, and trust me, I know I'm not anywhere near fully adjusted! But truth be told, I'm loving the ride.
(I'm going to post separate blogs about each of the kids since it's been so long)
Having 4 kids has made me grow (very radically I might add) into a different person. Mostly good, although some unfortunate few have caught the wrath of my unchecked patience (something I'm not very proud of). I've learned that I really must purge some of my unused belongings...the truth of the matter is, we just have too much stuff. I've also learned that although Steve would beg to differ, he has WAY more clothing than me. I've surmised that chaotic messes lead to chaotic mindsets. I've learned that I need to lean more on God's grace for the patience that I need, NOT for my kids but for everyone else around me. Life lessons can only be learned while living your life.
It's sometimes hard to remember that I'm only 27. Life has a way of flying around me and making me feel old. I've done a lot of living in these 27 years. There are things that I'm proud of, things I'm ashamed of but truth be told, I wouldn't change it for anything. The lessons and experiences I have under my belt, have led me to the place I am today. The hurt and heartache has given way to a beautiful life. I'm surely not perfect, not by any means (my family says a loud amen to that), but I know that God's working on me. We all see the children's t-shirts out there that read "please be patient, God's not finished with me yet". But I believe that every adult should have one of those t-shirts too! When I get to the place where I feel "finished" I know I'm in the wrong spot. I never want to stop learning and growing as a woman, mother, and wife. If I stop learning, what more will I have to offer?
It's very much been an adjustment, life with 4 kids, and trust me, I know I'm not anywhere near fully adjusted! But truth be told, I'm loving the ride.
(I'm going to post separate blogs about each of the kids since it's been so long)
Monday, June 11, 2007
UGH...What next?!
For those of you who have been following the saga that has been my health lately, you know that it's been in a constant state of peeks and valleys.
Late this morning I went for an abdominal ultrasound, and this afternoon my doc's office called and let me know that I have gallstones! No wonder I've been in so much pain. I'm relieved to have found an answer, but not so relieved at the prospect of surgery. I know I'll be fine though. Dr. Lozan did Steve's cyst removal, so I know he'll do a great job for me.
I also found out that I'll be going for another MRI in August, this time on both my brain and spine. I certainly hope to have some answers, but at this point I'm not sure I'm actually going to get them. Continued prayers would be appreciated. It's hard to maintain some level of hope, when you're facing a big uncertainty in your life.
I am striving towards trusting God to lead me in His way. Sometimes I ask why He chooses to trust me so much, but I also know it doesn't work that way. I just have to believe that He's going to give me whatever I need to get through this troubling time. He's always been there for me. No matter how distant I might feel at the time, He's always come through. I have to believe, if for nothing else than for my own mental health, that He'll come through again this time.
Late this morning I went for an abdominal ultrasound, and this afternoon my doc's office called and let me know that I have gallstones! No wonder I've been in so much pain. I'm relieved to have found an answer, but not so relieved at the prospect of surgery. I know I'll be fine though. Dr. Lozan did Steve's cyst removal, so I know he'll do a great job for me.
I also found out that I'll be going for another MRI in August, this time on both my brain and spine. I certainly hope to have some answers, but at this point I'm not sure I'm actually going to get them. Continued prayers would be appreciated. It's hard to maintain some level of hope, when you're facing a big uncertainty in your life.
I am striving towards trusting God to lead me in His way. Sometimes I ask why He chooses to trust me so much, but I also know it doesn't work that way. I just have to believe that He's going to give me whatever I need to get through this troubling time. He's always been there for me. No matter how distant I might feel at the time, He's always come through. I have to believe, if for nothing else than for my own mental health, that He'll come through again this time.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Writing
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a much darker writer than my counterpart Steve. I'm writing a short story for school, and I read him the first few paragraphs, and his response was "wow, hmmm, ok, not what I was expecting plot wise." LOL. Steve is the happy, go lucky writer, I'm the dark, depressing one. I think Steve may see a new side to me in this process.
I've always been drawn to heavier peices, no gruesome stuff, just darker themes. It intrigues me. Life and emotion throughout, they still ring true but darker. Family battles, inward struggles, you name it...I eat it up.
The story I'm writing now probably won't be for my assignment, rather just for my portfolio. But it's kind of fun. It's been since high school since I've written a fictional short. It's exciting! Took me awhile to figure out what to write, but now that it's figured out, I'm loving it.
I've always been drawn to heavier peices, no gruesome stuff, just darker themes. It intrigues me. Life and emotion throughout, they still ring true but darker. Family battles, inward struggles, you name it...I eat it up.
The story I'm writing now probably won't be for my assignment, rather just for my portfolio. But it's kind of fun. It's been since high school since I've written a fictional short. It's exciting! Took me awhile to figure out what to write, but now that it's figured out, I'm loving it.
Friday, May 25, 2007
First Assignment
Today I sat down to write for the first time in a very long time. I find it invigorating. I love the way words come to the forefront of my mind, and I'm just able to put down on paper how I feel. It's always been a strong suit of mine, and I'm thankful for the gift. I love to especially write poetry. This is the first unit I chose, seeing as I'm just getting back into school after a very long hiatus.
I was inspired by Emma for this poem, it's not how I think she'll feel, but just by the whole situation. It's not the final draft, so please be gentle. I'd love to hear feedback if you've got any!
Lost and Found
Cooing from the cradle
Quiet stirrings bring
Bittersweet emotion
Loving everything
Such a pretty princess
Dainty little hands
Secrets hiding underneath
It is the master plan
Growing up to girlhood
Testing waters edge
Demanding conversation
Will it never end
Questions far from answered
Longings left unmet
Loneliness ensuing
Abandonment regrets
Honesty is chosen
Truth wins out again
Memories come flooding
Realizations begin
Relationships rekindled
Forgiveness freely given
Past is left behind
Life renewed again
I was inspired by Emma for this poem, it's not how I think she'll feel, but just by the whole situation. It's not the final draft, so please be gentle. I'd love to hear feedback if you've got any!
Lost and Found
Cooing from the cradle
Quiet stirrings bring
Bittersweet emotion
Loving everything
Such a pretty princess
Dainty little hands
Secrets hiding underneath
It is the master plan
Growing up to girlhood
Testing waters edge
Demanding conversation
Will it never end
Questions far from answered
Longings left unmet
Loneliness ensuing
Abandonment regrets
Honesty is chosen
Truth wins out again
Memories come flooding
Realizations begin
Relationships rekindled
Forgiveness freely given
Past is left behind
Life renewed again
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Introducing Emma Grace
Emma Grace was born on May 15th at 4 AM. She weighs in at 5 lbs 5 oz, and is a little doll-faced wonder. She is also the newest addition to the Bedard household. She is Justus' biological sister. We are the proud parents of 4 kids now!!
For those of you who are completely shocked by this news, please be assured that you are not the only ones. We found out that Kelly was pregnant not that long ago, maybe 2 months. Kelly had always planned to put her up for adoption, and it wasn't until yesterday morning that Steve and I made our final decision. Kelly was just as suprised as everyone else when we offered to take Emma into our home.
I've had dreams about her, which is how she got her name. Everything has fallen so neatly into place, and I must say that I feel so blessed to be able to welcome another child into our family. This is the end of the road for expansion though...no more additions unless they are of the fish or animal kind! It's always been a dream of mine to adopt a sibling group, and feel blessed that Justus and Emma are the ones who will be ours.
It's been a bit of a rollercoaster ride of emotions this last few days. For those of you who feel inclined to pray, please do so. Both for Emma and for Kelly. I have great admiration for a woman who can put herself and her feelings aside and to do what is best for her child. While I do know that Kelly has made mistakes, let me be the first one to say that I'm proud of her (and all the other moms out there) for making that sacrificial decision to give her child(ren) over to someone else.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Taking the Plunge
I've just registered for a certificate program through Mohawk College. I have to admit that I'm SOOO excited about it (with some apprehension too!). I'll be doing Writing for Publication. There are some projects rolling around in my head that I'd really like to see come to fruition, but before that happens I think I should polish up on my skills a bit. I've been thinking about doing freelance work as well.
This program goes through the publishing process, gets you to do both fiction and non-fictional work. I will be taking it slow, 3 courses per year (2.5 years). Justus will be heading off to JK soon after that (not that I want to think about it!!), and then I'll really be able to hunker down and work on some of these projects that I'd like to do.
This program goes through the publishing process, gets you to do both fiction and non-fictional work. I will be taking it slow, 3 courses per year (2.5 years). Justus will be heading off to JK soon after that (not that I want to think about it!!), and then I'll really be able to hunker down and work on some of these projects that I'd like to do.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Something to think about
I read this somewhere online and I must admit, it really touched my heart. As a parent of children with special needs, I'm very aware of the social stigma's against people like my kids. I wish that I would have the opportunity to thank this courageous young person for saying what needed to be said. I'm proud of him!
In Such an Era of Political Correctness, Why is the Word "Retard" Still OK?
Dateline: 4/24/2007
23 April 2007
Soeren Palumbo is a senior honors student at Fremd High School in Wheeling, Illinois, and big brother to Olivia. During Writer's Week (in March 2007), he gave the following speech to a gymnasium full of his high school peers and faculty and received a standing ovation.
"I want to tell you a quick story before I start. I was walking through hallways, not minding my own business, listening to the conversations around me. As I passed the front door on my way to my English classroom, I heard the dialogue between two friends nearby. For reasons of privacy, I would rather not give away their race or gender.
So the one girl leans to the other, pointing to the back of a young man washing the glass panes of the front door, and says, "Oh my gaw! I think it is so cute that our school brings in the black kids from around the district to wash our windows!" The other girl looked up, widened her slanted Asian eyes and called to the window washer, easily loud enough for him to hear, "Hey, N*gro! You missed a spot!" The young man did not turn around. The first girl smiled a bland smile that all white girls - hell, all white people - have and walked on. A group of Mexicans stood by and laughed that high pitch laugh that all of them have.
So now it's your turn. What do you think the black window washer did? What would you do in that situation? Do you think he turned and calmly explained the fallacies of racism and showed the girls the error of their way? That's the one thing that makes racism, or any discrimination, less powerful in my mind. No matter how biased or bigoted a comment or action may be, the guy can turn around and explain why racism is wrong and, if worst comes to worst, punch 'em in the face.
Discrimination against those who can defend themselves, obviously, cannot survive. What would be far worse is if we discriminated against those who cannot defend themselves. What then, could be worse than racism?
Look around you and thank God that we don't live in a world that discriminates and despises those who cannot defend themselves. Thank God that every one of us in this room, in this school, hates racism and sexism and by that logic discrimination in general. Thank God that every one in this institution is dedicated to the ideal of mutual respect and love for our fellow human beings. Then pinch yourself for living in a dream. Then pinch the hypocrites sitting next to you. Then pinch the hypocrite that is you.
Pinch yourself once for each time you have looked at one of your fellow human beings with a mental handicap and laughed. Pinch yourself for each and every time you denounced discrimination only to turn and hate those around you without the ability to defend themselves, the only ones around you without the ability to defend themselves. Pinch yourself for each time you have called someone else a "retard."
If you have been wondering about my opening story, I'll tell you that it didn't happen, not as I described it. Can you guess what I changed? No, it wasn't the focused hate on one person, and no it wasn't the slanted Asian eyes or cookie cutter features white people have or that shrill Hispanic hyena laugh (yeah, it hurts when people make assumptions about your person and use them against you doesn't it?).
The girl didn't say "hey N*gro." There was no black person.
It was a mentally handicapped boy washing the windows. It was "Hey retard." I removed the word retard. I removed the word that destroys the dignity of our most innocent. I removed the single most hateful word in the entire English language.
I don't understand why we use the word; I don't think I ever will.
In such an era of political correctness, why is it that retard is still ok? Why do we allow it? Why don't we stop using the word? Maybe students can't handle stopping - I hope that offends you students, it was meant to - but I don't think the adults, here can either.
Students, look at your teacher, look at every member of this faculty. I am willing to bet that every one of them would throw a fit if they heard the word faggot or n$gger - hell the word Negro - used in their classroom. But how many of them would raise a finger against the word retard? How many of them have? Teachers, feel free to raise your hand or call attention to yourself through some other means if you have.
That's what I thought. Clearly, this obviously isn't a problem contained within our age group.
So why am I doing this? Why do I risk being misunderstood and resented by this school's student body and staff? Because I know how much you can learn from people, all people, even - no, not even, especially - the mentally handicapped.
I know this because every morning I wake up and I come downstairs and I sit across from my sister, quietly eating her Cheerio's. And as I sit down she sets her spoon down on the table and she looks at me, her strawberry blonde hair hanging over her freckled face almost completely hides the question mark shaped scar above her ear from her brain surgery two Christmases ago.
She looks at me and she smiles. She has a beautiful smile; it lights up her face. Her two front teeth are faintly stained from the years of intense epilepsy medication but I don't notice that anymore. I lean over to her and say, "Good morning, Olivia." She stares at me for a moment and says quickly, "Good morning, Soeren," and goes back to her Cheerio's.
I sit there for a minute, thinking about what to say. "What are you going to do at school today, Olivia?" She looks up again. "Gonna see Mista Bee!" she replies loudly, hugging herself slightly and looking up. Mr. B. is her gym teacher and perhaps her favorite man outside of our family on the entire planet and Olivia is thoroughly convinced that she will be having gym class every day of the week. I like to view it as wishful thinking.
She finishes her Cheerio's and grabs her favorite blue backpack and waits for her bus driver, Miss Debbie, who, like clockwork, arrives at our house at exactly 7 o'clock each morning. She gives me a quick hug goodbye and runs excitedly to the bus, ecstatic for another day of school.
And I watch the bus disappear around the turn and I can't help but remember the jokes. The short bus. The "retard rocket." No matter what she does, no matter how much she loves those around her, she will always be the butt of some immature kid's joke. She will always be the butt of some mature kid's joke. She will always be the butt of some "adult's" joke.
By no fault of her own, she will spend her entire life being stared at and judged. Despite the fact that she will never hate, never judge, never make fun of, never hurt, she will never be accepted. That's why I'm doing this. I'm doing this because I don't think you understand how much you hurt others when you hate. And maybe you don't realize that you hate. But that's what it is; your pre-emptive dismissal of them, your dehumanization of them, your mockery of them, it's nothing but another form of hate.
It's more hateful than racism, more hateful than sexism, more hateful than anything. I'm doing this so that each and every one of you, student or teacher, thinks before the next time you use the word "retard," before the next time you shrug off someone else's use of the word "retard". Think of the people you hurt, both the mentally handicapped and those who love them.
If you have to, think of my sister. Think about how she can find more happiness in the blowing of a bubble and watching it float away than most of us will in our entire lives. Think about how she will always love everyone unconditionally. Think about how she will never hate. Then think about which one of you is "retarded."
Maybe this has become more of an issue today because society is changing, slowly, to be sure, but changing nonetheless. The mentally handicapped aren't being locked in their family's basement anymore.
The mentally handicapped aren't rotting like criminals in institutions. Our fellow human beings are walking among us, attending school with us, entering the work force with us, asking for nothing but acceptance, giving nothing but love. As we become more accepting and less hateful, more and more handicapped individuals will finally be able to participate in the society that has shunned them for so long. You will see more of them working in places you go, at Dominicks, at Jewel, at Wal-Mart. Someday, I hope more than anything, one of these people that you see will be my sister.
I want to leave you with one last thought. I didn't ask to have a mentally handicapped sister. She didn't choose to be mentally handicapped. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I have learned infinitely more from her simple words and love than I have from any classroom of "higher education." I only hope that, one day, each of you will open your hearts enough to experience true unconditional love, because that is all any of them want to give. I hope that, someday, someone will love you as much as Olivia loves me. I hope that, someday, you will love somebody as much as I love her. I love you, Olivia.
Soeren Palumbo
In Such an Era of Political Correctness, Why is the Word "Retard" Still OK?
Dateline: 4/24/2007
23 April 2007
Soeren Palumbo is a senior honors student at Fremd High School in Wheeling, Illinois, and big brother to Olivia. During Writer's Week (in March 2007), he gave the following speech to a gymnasium full of his high school peers and faculty and received a standing ovation.
"I want to tell you a quick story before I start. I was walking through hallways, not minding my own business, listening to the conversations around me. As I passed the front door on my way to my English classroom, I heard the dialogue between two friends nearby. For reasons of privacy, I would rather not give away their race or gender.
So the one girl leans to the other, pointing to the back of a young man washing the glass panes of the front door, and says, "Oh my gaw! I think it is so cute that our school brings in the black kids from around the district to wash our windows!" The other girl looked up, widened her slanted Asian eyes and called to the window washer, easily loud enough for him to hear, "Hey, N*gro! You missed a spot!" The young man did not turn around. The first girl smiled a bland smile that all white girls - hell, all white people - have and walked on. A group of Mexicans stood by and laughed that high pitch laugh that all of them have.
So now it's your turn. What do you think the black window washer did? What would you do in that situation? Do you think he turned and calmly explained the fallacies of racism and showed the girls the error of their way? That's the one thing that makes racism, or any discrimination, less powerful in my mind. No matter how biased or bigoted a comment or action may be, the guy can turn around and explain why racism is wrong and, if worst comes to worst, punch 'em in the face.
Discrimination against those who can defend themselves, obviously, cannot survive. What would be far worse is if we discriminated against those who cannot defend themselves. What then, could be worse than racism?
Look around you and thank God that we don't live in a world that discriminates and despises those who cannot defend themselves. Thank God that every one of us in this room, in this school, hates racism and sexism and by that logic discrimination in general. Thank God that every one in this institution is dedicated to the ideal of mutual respect and love for our fellow human beings. Then pinch yourself for living in a dream. Then pinch the hypocrites sitting next to you. Then pinch the hypocrite that is you.
Pinch yourself once for each time you have looked at one of your fellow human beings with a mental handicap and laughed. Pinch yourself for each and every time you denounced discrimination only to turn and hate those around you without the ability to defend themselves, the only ones around you without the ability to defend themselves. Pinch yourself for each time you have called someone else a "retard."
If you have been wondering about my opening story, I'll tell you that it didn't happen, not as I described it. Can you guess what I changed? No, it wasn't the focused hate on one person, and no it wasn't the slanted Asian eyes or cookie cutter features white people have or that shrill Hispanic hyena laugh (yeah, it hurts when people make assumptions about your person and use them against you doesn't it?).
The girl didn't say "hey N*gro." There was no black person.
It was a mentally handicapped boy washing the windows. It was "Hey retard." I removed the word retard. I removed the word that destroys the dignity of our most innocent. I removed the single most hateful word in the entire English language.
I don't understand why we use the word; I don't think I ever will.
In such an era of political correctness, why is it that retard is still ok? Why do we allow it? Why don't we stop using the word? Maybe students can't handle stopping - I hope that offends you students, it was meant to - but I don't think the adults, here can either.
Students, look at your teacher, look at every member of this faculty. I am willing to bet that every one of them would throw a fit if they heard the word faggot or n$gger - hell the word Negro - used in their classroom. But how many of them would raise a finger against the word retard? How many of them have? Teachers, feel free to raise your hand or call attention to yourself through some other means if you have.
That's what I thought. Clearly, this obviously isn't a problem contained within our age group.
So why am I doing this? Why do I risk being misunderstood and resented by this school's student body and staff? Because I know how much you can learn from people, all people, even - no, not even, especially - the mentally handicapped.
I know this because every morning I wake up and I come downstairs and I sit across from my sister, quietly eating her Cheerio's. And as I sit down she sets her spoon down on the table and she looks at me, her strawberry blonde hair hanging over her freckled face almost completely hides the question mark shaped scar above her ear from her brain surgery two Christmases ago.
She looks at me and she smiles. She has a beautiful smile; it lights up her face. Her two front teeth are faintly stained from the years of intense epilepsy medication but I don't notice that anymore. I lean over to her and say, "Good morning, Olivia." She stares at me for a moment and says quickly, "Good morning, Soeren," and goes back to her Cheerio's.
I sit there for a minute, thinking about what to say. "What are you going to do at school today, Olivia?" She looks up again. "Gonna see Mista Bee!" she replies loudly, hugging herself slightly and looking up. Mr. B. is her gym teacher and perhaps her favorite man outside of our family on the entire planet and Olivia is thoroughly convinced that she will be having gym class every day of the week. I like to view it as wishful thinking.
She finishes her Cheerio's and grabs her favorite blue backpack and waits for her bus driver, Miss Debbie, who, like clockwork, arrives at our house at exactly 7 o'clock each morning. She gives me a quick hug goodbye and runs excitedly to the bus, ecstatic for another day of school.
And I watch the bus disappear around the turn and I can't help but remember the jokes. The short bus. The "retard rocket." No matter what she does, no matter how much she loves those around her, she will always be the butt of some immature kid's joke. She will always be the butt of some mature kid's joke. She will always be the butt of some "adult's" joke.
By no fault of her own, she will spend her entire life being stared at and judged. Despite the fact that she will never hate, never judge, never make fun of, never hurt, she will never be accepted. That's why I'm doing this. I'm doing this because I don't think you understand how much you hurt others when you hate. And maybe you don't realize that you hate. But that's what it is; your pre-emptive dismissal of them, your dehumanization of them, your mockery of them, it's nothing but another form of hate.
It's more hateful than racism, more hateful than sexism, more hateful than anything. I'm doing this so that each and every one of you, student or teacher, thinks before the next time you use the word "retard," before the next time you shrug off someone else's use of the word "retard". Think of the people you hurt, both the mentally handicapped and those who love them.
If you have to, think of my sister. Think about how she can find more happiness in the blowing of a bubble and watching it float away than most of us will in our entire lives. Think about how she will always love everyone unconditionally. Think about how she will never hate. Then think about which one of you is "retarded."
Maybe this has become more of an issue today because society is changing, slowly, to be sure, but changing nonetheless. The mentally handicapped aren't being locked in their family's basement anymore.
The mentally handicapped aren't rotting like criminals in institutions. Our fellow human beings are walking among us, attending school with us, entering the work force with us, asking for nothing but acceptance, giving nothing but love. As we become more accepting and less hateful, more and more handicapped individuals will finally be able to participate in the society that has shunned them for so long. You will see more of them working in places you go, at Dominicks, at Jewel, at Wal-Mart. Someday, I hope more than anything, one of these people that you see will be my sister.
I want to leave you with one last thought. I didn't ask to have a mentally handicapped sister. She didn't choose to be mentally handicapped. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. I have learned infinitely more from her simple words and love than I have from any classroom of "higher education." I only hope that, one day, each of you will open your hearts enough to experience true unconditional love, because that is all any of them want to give. I hope that, someday, someone will love you as much as Olivia loves me. I hope that, someday, you will love somebody as much as I love her. I love you, Olivia.
Soeren Palumbo
Thursday, May 10, 2007
What's your Dosha?
| Your Dosha is Pitta |
 You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor. You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader. Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways. But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical. With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you In love: You are picky but passionate To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight. |
Monday, May 07, 2007
Logan and Milo
I was so excited to receive these pictures today! They are of Logan's first hookup with Milo. He was such a trooper that day. I think even Cathy was suprised at how well the two of them did connected.
The last walk we had was a bit more challenging, in that Logan was in a HORRIBLE mood and kept darting away....but Milo did exactly what he was supposed to do. He sat down and held his ground, and when given the command forward, off he went, encouraging 
Logan along. It was a good learning time for me. I was glad though that it was on our quiet dead end road and not some busy street in a big town.
Logan along. It was a good learning time for me. I was glad though that it was on our quiet dead end road and not some busy street in a big town.Overall I am so pleased with the process. I wasn't sure what I'd think being a dog owner, but it's really great. Milo is a great companion to everyone in the house, and he knows just who he's supposed to be with. I'm proud of Logan and Abby and how they've taken to him. I am looking forward to next Monday when Abby is hooked up to Milo. Then we'll really see how things go.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Biking for Dummies!
I've been wanting a bike for a couple of years now, so today we went out and bought one. I'm really happy with it, but I think it might take some work to get me fully ready to ride lol~A steep learning curve for sure! It's been at least 15 years since I've taken a bike ride, so I'm going to ease myself into it.
It was on a really easy gear, and it totally took me off guard so I nearly fell off when I went to peddle, a good thing I have quick reflexes!! Not as quick as Steve's camera ability though. Oh well, something for the memory books. I made Steve take it for a ride to get it into an easier gear, and then everying slowly started coming back. Still will take awhile. I've never really understood why I needed 21 gears anyway, but I'll do some reading to figure all this out. I'm such a loser sometimes. :)
Friday, May 04, 2007
Phew, glad that's over!!!
Well, today was the BIG day. I had the public access test with Milo in Barrie this morning. I was so proud of him. I wasn't sure how he'd do, considering we haven't been out much, only once or twice a week. But it was all old habit for him. I am breathing much easier tonight. I wasn't sure how he'd do. He's been stealing the kids food that's dropped from the table, so I was afraid he might go after the hamburger during the food portion, but he didn't :D It helped that my hand was in the pocket that HE knew the treats were in LOL. I'm not a mother for nothing, I know the tricks.
Now next May, I'll do it again. :) But I think by then I'll be really comfortable with it all...or at least I should be. We'll do it yearly until Milo's retirement.
Now next May, I'll do it again. :) But I think by then I'll be really comfortable with it all...or at least I should be. We'll do it yearly until Milo's retirement.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Witnessing
So, on my bus ride home from Welland yesterday, I eavesdropped on an interesting conversation between the bus driver and another woman on the bus. They were talking about their life experiences, and the woman started talking about an injury she experienced years ago which left her with a bad back. As they talked some more, the driver, not so casually, brought up Christianity and healing etc...He began to witness to her, told her about his story and how he became a Christian. Asked her if she was born again. She said yes. Asked her if she went to church, she said no. So, here is where I found the conversation to go a bit uncomfortable. In one breath the driver says, you don't have to go to church or anything...a few moments later, he's saying she does, inviting her out to his church, and really badgering her to find a "home". Also asked her why she didn't have her back prayed for because "it's as simple as asking and you receive healing", even though HE had never been healed himself!
I suppose I'm about to contradict myself, but I personally don't believe anyone HAS to go to church in order to be a believer. Scripture states that if you confess with your mouth and believe in your heart that Christ died for your sins, you are saved. Do I think it's a good idea to go to church, absolutely! BUT I don't think it is a necessary thing for your salvation. (The contradiction comes because I'm married to a pastor, and probably should believe that everyone must go to church). I honestly believe that those are the "grey areas" of faith, the areas in which we must decide what is best for our own personal faith. There are certain rules everyone must follow...but I don't believe it is in our hands to decide whether or not someone else goes to church, we are responsible for what WE do. I think if we know and love someone, and they ask for our opinions then we can offer what our experiences are...NOT before and certainly not to a stranger. Now, I don't know this man's heart, and maybe this is exactly what this woman needed, I don't know. I just know that as a "fly on the wall" I was uncomfortable.
As for the healing stuff, that also bothered me. I have encountered people in my walk who have said things that hurt me pretty badly. Saying that I don't have enough faith to heal my kids, or to get through certain circumstances in my life. I do not believe that everyone is or should be healed. Sometimes we have an ailment that we are meant to live with, even Paul had "thorn in his flesh". We don't know what that was, but it most certainly was something he lived with. Why then is there this belief that ALL will be healed? I have seen so much GOOD come of the kids "ailment". I've seen both myself and Steve grow as people, I've learned so much about the heart of God. Going through some of my physical issues in the last 6 months has certainly taught me to rely on God, knowing that He is guiding me has helped.
I just don't know what to do with all this. On one hand, I understood where this man was coming from, he was exuberant about his faith and wanted to share it with others but as an onlooker, I also saw how uncomfortable the woman was. Do we witness at any cost, or do we watch body language of those we are talking to? Is witnessing always that bold or is a quiet witness sometimes needed?? Can we as Christians ever cross the line? Do we ever open our mouths when really we need to shut up and live?
These are all issues we as Christians struggle with. I know I've hand countless conversations with others about this very topic. It's time for Christians to step out of their corner and share their faith for sure, but I'm not sure I'd ever be comfortable with the approach this guy took. When she agreed that she was born again (she believed that Christ died on the cross for her sins), I'm not sure how I felt about him pestering her into church or chastizing her for not praying for healing. Am I wrong to be uncomfortable? I don't know.
I suppose I'm about to contradict myself, but I personally don't believe anyone HAS to go to church in order to be a believer. Scripture states that if you confess with your mouth and believe in your heart that Christ died for your sins, you are saved. Do I think it's a good idea to go to church, absolutely! BUT I don't think it is a necessary thing for your salvation. (The contradiction comes because I'm married to a pastor, and probably should believe that everyone must go to church). I honestly believe that those are the "grey areas" of faith, the areas in which we must decide what is best for our own personal faith. There are certain rules everyone must follow...but I don't believe it is in our hands to decide whether or not someone else goes to church, we are responsible for what WE do. I think if we know and love someone, and they ask for our opinions then we can offer what our experiences are...NOT before and certainly not to a stranger. Now, I don't know this man's heart, and maybe this is exactly what this woman needed, I don't know. I just know that as a "fly on the wall" I was uncomfortable.
As for the healing stuff, that also bothered me. I have encountered people in my walk who have said things that hurt me pretty badly. Saying that I don't have enough faith to heal my kids, or to get through certain circumstances in my life. I do not believe that everyone is or should be healed. Sometimes we have an ailment that we are meant to live with, even Paul had "thorn in his flesh". We don't know what that was, but it most certainly was something he lived with. Why then is there this belief that ALL will be healed? I have seen so much GOOD come of the kids "ailment". I've seen both myself and Steve grow as people, I've learned so much about the heart of God. Going through some of my physical issues in the last 6 months has certainly taught me to rely on God, knowing that He is guiding me has helped.
I just don't know what to do with all this. On one hand, I understood where this man was coming from, he was exuberant about his faith and wanted to share it with others but as an onlooker, I also saw how uncomfortable the woman was. Do we witness at any cost, or do we watch body language of those we are talking to? Is witnessing always that bold or is a quiet witness sometimes needed?? Can we as Christians ever cross the line? Do we ever open our mouths when really we need to shut up and live?
These are all issues we as Christians struggle with. I know I've hand countless conversations with others about this very topic. It's time for Christians to step out of their corner and share their faith for sure, but I'm not sure I'd ever be comfortable with the approach this guy took. When she agreed that she was born again (she believed that Christ died on the cross for her sins), I'm not sure how I felt about him pestering her into church or chastizing her for not praying for healing. Am I wrong to be uncomfortable? I don't know.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
2 AM
Imagine being in a dark bedroom. It's 2 AM. You are sleeping peacefully. All of a sudden you hear a loud noise, the sound of something very large crashing down around you. You are up with a bolt, sitting in bed. You hear someone reaching for the lamp, when all of a sudden you hear the noise again. You hear screaming coming from the person beside you, and join in because it's the only natural thing to do. You reach to turn on your light and what you discover is your husbands bedside table overturned and at the foot of your bed. You see the contents that were on top of the table strewn on the floor. (no wonder Steve couldn't find the lamp!) You see a dog cowering beside you and you wonder what events unfolded to make the scene like this.
It's now 9 AM and we're still wondering what on earth happened to that bedside table. Our best guess is somehow the dog got tangled in or under the table and was pinned underneath. He then got up trying to free himself, only to discover that he was still caught! Then the above incidents occur, leaving you the next morning in hysterics because the whole scene is just so comical.
I think what we find most ironic, is we tiptoe around at night, trying not to wake the kids. But last night we were LOUD, between the noise of the dragging and us screaming, I have NO idea how the kids didn't wake up! Especially Logan because we're right overtop of his bedroom.
Last night will be a night to remember! It's as good as the raccoon in the garbage and us getting locked in our room!!! LOL
It's now 9 AM and we're still wondering what on earth happened to that bedside table. Our best guess is somehow the dog got tangled in or under the table and was pinned underneath. He then got up trying to free himself, only to discover that he was still caught! Then the above incidents occur, leaving you the next morning in hysterics because the whole scene is just so comical.
I think what we find most ironic, is we tiptoe around at night, trying not to wake the kids. But last night we were LOUD, between the noise of the dragging and us screaming, I have NO idea how the kids didn't wake up! Especially Logan because we're right overtop of his bedroom.
Last night will be a night to remember! It's as good as the raccoon in the garbage and us getting locked in our room!!! LOL
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