Sunday, September 30, 2012

Messy Mondays - Worship

A few weeks ago our church was host to Temple Veil a worship band from Tampa, Florida.  The band consists of two men.  One playing acoustic guitar and the other singing, playing piano or violin.  This was not what I expected when I first heard that we were having a band come in.  I had visions of a BAND.  Full on guitars, drums, keyboards, vocals, background vocals, etc..  I was prepared to cover middleman's ears for when the kids were in the service.  This didn't happen. 

 At the beginning of our service they went up on stage and started playing.  They lead our congregation in a beautiful way.  Leading us in song, not just singing and having us follow along.   They slowed down songs that normally we sing on point, but the way they did it was purposeful not showy.   The whole service was peaceful, spiritual and reverant.  They ended by playing a beautiful acoustic version of Inside Out on the fly when asked by our Pastor.  There were no words on the screen.  Those who knew the song sang along.  Those who didn't, listened and were moved.  Well some of them.....

I was flying on a spirtual high by the time they ended.  Then I heard it.  The complaining.  The judging.  The talk about our traditions and their lack of knowledge of it.  Immediately I was flying high and within a second, I was bombing fast.  Did they not just attend the same service I did?   Did they not hear what I heard or experience what I felt?  Probably not, because what I felt is exactly what I allowed God let me feel.  I had opened myself up like a empty pot and let Him fill me.  But just as quickly I let others tip the pot over.   You see, I failed to keep looking up.  I looked out.  

Worship isn't about what others do or do not do.  Worship is about glorifying God in everything we do.  Whether that be singing amazing songs, leading spirit filled worship, leading glorifying studies, doing laundry, cooking dinner, raising kids, etc...  Worship is both in the glorifying and the mundane.  Worship isn't about us, it's about Him.  It's about us looking up and doing what we are doing for His glory.  It's not about a feeling or tradition.  It's not about religion.  It's about us giving Him all that we can give Him and really that's only a fraction of what He's worth and given us.  

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Caffeinated Randomness - Samsung Winning?


I've had a different week.  The boys have been up and down.  They've been sick and well and sick and well.  It's a see saw of sickness and I'm tired.  I've lost my usual get up and go.  All I want to do is sit on the couch and watch tv and not all of it has been good.  I've watched some great premieres this week (Grey's Anatomy had me sobbing).  I've watched some mindless tv (4 Weddings) and some really bad tv (Honey Boo Boo).  I know, how could I?  It was like watching a train wreck.  I couldn't look away.  I'm still a bit shell shocked from it and I think I may have PTSD from it.  Ok, its not that bad but it has been burned into my brain and I must wipe it from my mind.

This past week has also seen a lot of different things in the news.  There has been of course the uprisings around the world, but I won't go into that.  There was an important vote about when is life called a life in Canada this week (life lost).  I will go into that, but at a later date.  Last week the new iPhone was rolled out.  Yes, for all those that bought a new iPhone just last year, you must line up and get the new right away to keep up with the Jones.  Yes, I just said that.

I love watching American Pickers, Storage Wars, Pawn Stars and American Restoration.  I love seeing the old things that come up and learning about the history of them.   These things were built to last.  People took pride in them.  They didn't have to go out and get an updated version of it every year.   We don't buy couches every year or even dishes or houses, then why do we need to get new phones every year.  I know, I changes and we need to keep up.  But what did we do before cell phones?  How did we survive?  I know, we all had quarters in our pockets to use the pay phone.  Or we called people before we went out to meet them.  Or we actually had the weekends off from our boss, just saying.  Now that we have cell phones we are connected 24/7 and on the go just as much.  There is no time to just sit.  We are tuned in, but we can never be tuned out.  

With the new iPhone's release, I have seen close friends run out and buy the new one.  Even though the old one worked just fine.  I've also followed a bit about the Samsung/Apple legal battle over their tablets.  I've been cheering for Samsung.  I know it must be my Blackberry loving heart hoping that someone will take down the big Apple giant.  I was upset when Samsung lost the legal battle, but I don't think they've lost the war.  I saw the recent Samsung commercial.  It didn't just make we smile, but it also made me want one (only if it comes with a full qwerty keyboard though).    Watch it and let me know what you think?

Are you getting a new iPhone or are you happy with your cell?   What do you think about our commercial, instant gratification society versus making things that last?  Come share your opinions with the other java junkies this week.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Wednesday's Voice - India

Wow, I can't believe how long it has been since I did a Wednesday's Voice.  It is actually pretty easy for me as all the work is done by Leroy's aunt and the Voice of the Martyrs.  I keep meaning to post something and then something happens.  This past week I was reminded of something about prayer.  
For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. Colossians 1:9 NIV84
Paul prayed for the Colossians ceaslessly.  He prayed for their growth in the Lord, as well as thanksgiving for them.  This is what we should be doing everyday, praying for other believers.  Not just those around us, but those globally.  People we have only heard about.  We may not know their exact needs or wants, but we pray to someone who knows all and who intercedes where we cannot.  

We need to remember to lift other believers up consistently.  For this reason I am going to bring back Wednesday's Voice and add something as well.  I would ask that if you need any prayers or praise, that you would please enter them in the comment section on Wednesday.  I would ask that if you read this blog on a Wednesday that you take time not just to pray for those who are persecuted, but also for each other.  We may not know each other, but we can take joy in praying for each other and the power that God has when we pray globally.

Restrictions on religious freedom struck down in India
(Source: World Evangelical Alliance)

The Himachal Pradesh High Court in India has struck down a law which made it compulsory for those seeking to convert from his or her religion to give a 30-day notice to the District Magistrate before conversion. The verdict in the landmark anti-conversion case challenged both the Himachal Pradesh Freedom of Religion Act of 2006 and Himachal Pradesh Freedom of Religion Rules of 2007.

The Court also struck down rules making it mandatory for the state to inquire into every religious conversion. These rules did not provide sufficient safeguards outlining the time frame for such an inquiry or even who should conduct the inquiry. Unfortunately, many other provisions restricting religious freedom will stand.
Praise the Lord for the Evangelical Fellowship of India and the legal team who fought for these freedoms.

Please pray that India will continue to recognize and respect the religious freedom of citizens to worship, gather together, and evangelize.

Pray that, in the meantime, Christians in India will be bold in their faith despite threat of persecution.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Messy Mondays - Trust

Messy Mondays where I share what God has been showing me through the messiness of life. It is my personal belief that this walk isn't clean and crisp and straight or narrow. It's wide and twisted and mucky and messy. It's about the ups and the downs, but through it all God is there with us
 Trust.  This is a word that I struggle with.  I acknowledge it, but push it to the background and try not to think about it.  This summer it was brought to the forefront and I have had to honestly look at it.  

Have you ever drivin in southern California?  For me it was a new experience.  I already have issues as a passenger of a vehicle, watching other vehicles fly by, but nothing prepared me for this.  I've been in California before.  I've been the passenger before.  But this time it was different.  Everytime we drove while in California I was a puddle of stress and anxiety.  I was sure we were going to be hit or hit something.  My husband did all the driving.  I do trust his driving, but I didn't trust other peoples driving.  People were cutting in and out.  Slowing down, speeding up, not using their signal lights (I'm sorry, they are mandatory!).  I spent the whole time with one hand on the dash and the other hand on the door.  My husband queries me when I do this with "How is this going to save you?"  It's not.  

I spent a lot of time in silent prayer during this time.  Peace enfolded me, for a time until the next car sped by.  I came to realize that I don't trust God.  I had really look at what it was that was driving me crazy.  It's my sense of control.  I have no control.  I am not in control.   There!  I've said it.  Do I really believe it?  Do I really feel it?   I've set up schedules.  I have a calendar.  I know what is going on.  But what happens when life throws a curve ball?   Recently we had one thrown at us.  The center that was going to assess Sam is not going to do the assessment.  We are having to scramble with our therapists to do this.  When I heard this I melted down.  But God was already working.  The assessment center and our social worker were already talking about how they could assist our family to obtain the funding we need.  The social worker already had ideas that would work and knew our therapists would be able to assist us.  What I saw as something beyond my reach, was being placed in a different path.

On my trip, I got to meet up with a great friend who gave me a copy of "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young.  The first two readings that I read started with the words "trust" and "entrust".  God knew what I needed to hear.  He knows I have issues trusting others.  He knows the walls I have built to protect myself.  He is slowly breaking them down.  Using anything possible.  Teaching me to trust Him and Him alone.  Teaching me to let go of the illusion of control.  Submitting to Him and His plans.  

Has driving gotten any easier?  A little.  It's a good scale to see how far I've come and how far I have to go.

Are you struggling with trust?  What is God using to teach you?
Friday, September 21, 2012

Caffeinated Randomness - A Hot Mess


I'm sure reading this you're thinking I spilt the pumpkin spice latte.   I wish it was true or actually no I don't because that would be a dreadful waste of coffee.  The hot mess I'm talking about is me.  A fellow GMG sister of mine always refers to herself in stressful or difficult times as a hot mess.  I love this phrase.  I truly reflects how I am feeling lately.  Out of control, struggling, in pain, floating, lost, alone, angry, frustrated, .....just a hot mess.  

I used to think that the more I grew in my faith the less of a hot mess I would be.  In fact, the opposite is true.  I'm even more of a hot mess now than then or maybe it's just I embrace the messiness or at least acknowledge the messiness.  Is it age that allows me to do this?  Is it the books I read that enable me to do this?  Is it watching other believers who seem to have perfect lives compared to mine?  Is it the Holy Spirit telling me this?  Is my walk weaker than others or just the same?   Are others going through trials like I am?  Am I really alone or just on the same boat along with everyone else, too blinded in our own pain to acknowledge each other?

The more I talk to people about the pain I'm going through or listen to those around me, I see that I'm not alone.  We are all struggling with something.  Some may seem tougher than others.  Some may seem more significant than our trials.  Some may seem easier, but put them in persepective and they are equal.  We are all facing trials in some form or another.   It could be addiction, cancer, anorexia, depression, unemployment, school, our expectations in marriage, failed marriages, our children, unknown diagnosis, autism, alzheimers, diabetes, sexual assaults, ......I could write a list of everything I have heard of in the past week affecting others and I still wouldn't even get to the core of it. 

We live in a imperfect world.  It sucks.  Plain and simple.  It hurts.  Its hard.  There is joy.  But sometimes to get to that joy we have to experience the pain.  We have to walk through the trials.  We have to allow God to do His work in us.  To breakdown those walls around us and recraft us in His image.  The only way sometimes He is able to do this is to use those tough times to refine us.  To enable us to cling to Him and trust Him.  To allow Him to guide us and push us through the fire.  It hurts.  We scream.  We cry.  We embrace the pain.  But we can't wallow in it.  That's when we get caught up in Satan's lies and enter the pit of deception.  When we're in that pit it's even harder to get out.  

It's ok to scream.  It's ok to yell.   Yes, yell at God.  Tell Him it's not fair.  Tell Him it hard.  Tell you can't go on.  He wants to hear this.  He is strong enough to take it without being insulted or hurt.  Jesus on the cross screamed out "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? (Mark 15:34b).   Matthew writes that even before that Jesus prayed in Gethsemane "My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death (v38)...My Father, if it possible, may this cup be taken from me. (v.39).  He cried out to God just as we do.  But in verse 39 he continues "Yet not as I will, but as you will."   Because everything is God's will.  God will use the nasty that life throws us to bring us closer to Him.  To enable us to trust Him, submit to Him and ultimately, follow Him.  

I am reminded of Amy Grant's song "Better than a Hallelujah".  I will admit that when I first heard this song I didn't really like it.  I would often skip over it while listening to my cd or iTunes.  One day I listened.  God spoke to me through the words.  Every tear, cry, scream, pain that we share, God knows.  He hears them.  He embraces them and uses them.  "Beautiful the mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts."   The pain that we acknowledge, the honest cries, the mess that we want to hide, God uses.  We need to be honest with ourselves, others and God.  Only then can healing begin.  Only then can God do His work.  

Cry out.  Embrace the pain, the trials, the tears.  Know we have a Great God.  Know that He is strong enough to take our pain or anguish and make it good. 

God loves a lullaby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves a drunkards cry,
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

The woman holding on for life,
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done,
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

Better than a church bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out,singing out.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

What are you struggling with?  Have you called out to God?  Have you been honest about your pain and released it to God.  Come share your cries and hot mess with the other java junkies this week.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Caffeinated Randomness - What a week!


Wow, I'm finally catching my breath.  Ok that really is a lie because I'm thinking about my schedule over the next week and am feeling just as overwhelmed by it as I have this past week.  This was been one of those weeks.  I need to apologize to everyone for not visiting last week.  I truly have been a bad host.  

Last Friday I spent the entire day in meetings regarding Middleman for his Fall ISP.  For those not in the special needs lingo that's Individual Service Plan.  We also added some time to discuss Sam's developmental and PUF (Program Unit Funding) program for this fall.  Just as I was able to sit down it was time to get the kids from school and then get the house ready for my in laws to come for the weekend so that we could go watch the Nation's Cup horse jumping competition.  I finally had some time to myself to veg out after everyone went to bed so I watched Hunger Games and stayed up way to late.  

Saturday was spent at the horse jumping venue.  We had really good seats and were able to see most of the major jumps.  The only sad thing was that the German team took the cup.  We were cheering the Canadian team and of course the Holland.  My in laws are from Holland.  However, a secret part of me was cheering for the Irish team as that's my heritage (they came in second).  It was a great competition.  Lots of ohs and ahs.  

Sunday I will admit that I spent the afternoon chilling.  I chilled to Sense and Sensibility with a nice pot of tea.  I realized while watching the Emma Thompson version that she was way to old to play the part she did.  It is a great version, but you can tell how much older she is compared to Kate Winslet.   It was a nice afternoon.  

Monday was a roller coaster day.  I was preping for a speech I was giving at a fundraiser for our local advocacy group.  I was already stressed when I received some bad news about Sam's assessment.  We had received a letter of diagnosis from our pediatrician so that we could get some developmental assistance.  Because of that letter they don't want to do the assessments.  However, without those assessments, we can't obtain further funding.  It's a vicious circle.  After breathing a bit and talking with our social worker we were able to come up with another solution so that we can obtain the further funding.    

After Monday, the week is a total blur.  I have been so on the go that I have barely been on the computer and barely watched tv.  This has just shown me that I need to think about what I have been doing lately and set up some priorities.  I am such a yes person that I need to become a no person to maintain my sanity.  There is one thing that I need to say no to that I am a little upset about only because I know the group will be disappointed.  However, when I think about telling them that I am not going to be able to do it, I am at peace.  God is leading me and telling me where I should be going and where I shouldn't.  I just need to be more in tune to Him to make sure that my plans are part of His plans.  Sometimes that means that I am going to have to pass on things that I really want to do.  It's disappointing, but He has greater things for me than the things that I want. 

I'm going to leave you with my speech that I gave on Monday evening.  It went really well and I have been asked to speak at the next fundraiser.   I think I might just have to take this show on the road.

Ladies and gentleman Thank you for coming. I have been asked to speak to you this evening about my family. My name is Michelle. I am a 38 year old stay at home mom. I have been married for almost 12 years to my husband, Leroy.  

I would like to introduce you to my 3 children. My daughter, Nicole, who is 9 years old. She is a social butterfly who is kind, compassionate and smart. She currently wants to be a marine biologist when she grows up to work with Killer Whales who are actually dolphins, so she tells me. My oldest son Thomas, aka Tman, is 6. He is playful and loving. He loves puzzles and was on the computer when he was 2 1/2. He currently wants to be a paleontologist when he grows up or a Jedi, which ever works out. Finally we have the baby of the family, Samuel. He is 3 years old and as all of you with 3 year old little men know, is a handful. He is a ball of energy which keeps going and going until he drops. He is very inquisitive. My money is on him being in the NFL when he grows up. From the outside my kids look just like any other kids. We look like any other family, however we “won” the lottery. 1 in 88 children will be diagnosed with autism and 15 to 20 percent of siblings will also receive the same diagnosis. Both my sons have received this diagnosis within a year of each other.

Thomas was diagnosed with autism two weeks before his 5th birthday while we were still living in Saskatchewan. We had some signs. He was a bit fussy as a baby – hard to console. He did not walk until he was 20 months and he spoke only about 3-5 words when he was 3. He, however, was so cuddly and just loved up everyone within his reach that the thought of autism never crossed our minds. When we questioned our doctor he said not to worry, he'll catch up. His sister was so far ahead of all the scales that we just had to realize Thomas is behind on them. We started speech therapy and our therapist at first thought he was deaf. After 3 hearing appointments we ruled that out. At his 4 year check up, he was crying and so was I as the doctor and our other children looked on in shock and awe. We were referred to a pediatrician who subsequently referred us to the Kinsmen Development Centre in Saskatoon. At no time was the word Autism ever used. After 6 months of waiting and doing research, we began to utter the word ourselves. We also began to search for help, but felt like we were getting the run around between agencies. We began to feel alone and helpless.

We obtained an assessment day almost 1 year from referral. This was obtain sooner due to calling our MLA's office. We were being told that the assessment probably wouldn't happen until 18 months from referral date. Without this assessment any services we could access were out of reach. We researched a provincial advocacy group who recommended if you were able to leave the province to do so. We made the decision to move back to Alberta after having left 4 years before. Alberta had better services and programs to assist not just the children with autism, but also the families. We knew this was something we would not get in Saskatchewan. If we stayed we would be on our own emotionally and financially. Thomas received his diagnosis a few days after Sam's 2nd birthday and a few weeks prior to purchasing our new home in Okotoks.

Around this time we also began to see signs in Sam. The grabbing of the ears and the OCD behaviour. Unlike Thomas though, Sam has no speech at all. He is a great mimicry, but has no no or very little comprehension of the words he says. He is also a runner – meaning he has no sense of boundaries and will run away from us within seconds. Add that to 1 very inquisitive 3 year old and you have 2 extremely stressed and tired parents. Sam received his diagnosis this last May.

Thomas requires regular speech, physio, occupational and behavioural therapies. This has required us to have an aide assist us at home. We are just entering a similar journey with Sam. My calendar is filled with appointments or therapy times for each of the boys. I always say we are playing catch up with Thomas and being proactive with Sam. This is our new normal.

Almost a year and a half ago, we left our small community and very close friends and supports for the boys. We left knowing it was the best for the boys and would be hard on the rest of us. We didn't know what to do or where to start. Just before moving back, I contacted an old neighbour from Okotoks whose son has autism. She told me to apply for FSCD and contact SNAPs. I called SNAPS right away and spoke with Orvella. She answered all my questions, reminded me about FSCD and told me to call her once we were settled.

About a month after moving we called SNAPS. Orvella came to the house with a package of information of all the services available to assist us and the boys. She let us know that SNAPS was there to support and guide us. That if we needed them at meetings they would be there. After this meeting it became clear that we had entered a whole new world that was even more overwhelming than we thought. However, this time we knew were were not alone. We have a group who is there for us when we need it. We've learned a new language: FSCD, IEP, ISP, CDC, inclusion, advocate. SNAPS has become our interpreter through this new world. Sometimes they've even had to give us a push when we needed it. They've been there when we have simple questions and been there when it was tough. They have had our back when we didn't think anyone would. They have been the shoulder to cry one when there didn't seem any hope. They have also been there in the good times. The times we thought would never happen. Thomas became a Jedi pad-wan at Disneyland this year, getting up on a stage and interacting with others. Something we didn't think he'd be able to do. One of the first people to cheer this on via Facebook was Orvella.

I've joined a playgroup and met mothers who face similar struggles to me. “Normal” friends can try to sympathize and help just as family tries, but until you walk this road you have no idea how overwhelming, stressful, hard, rewarding, fun and worth it, it is. Orvella told me about this group months before at our initial meeting and kept reminding me of it every time I saw her before I actually went. I still kick myself for not listening. Everyone of those mothers knows and respects SNAPs. We all use their services and all rely on them. When we're told no, the first place we look is SNAPs who tells us yes!

Sibshops have blessed Nicole in allowing her an outlet to discuss her feelings and frustrations of being a sibling of special needs siblings. She can see that she's not the only one living this life. That it's OK to be angry and jealous. It's OK to ask for time to herself with mom and dad. She is the best sister to our boys. She is their number one interpreter and number one fan. She is also their little warrior when the world hurts them. She'll be here and advocating for them when we are no longer able. This is one of our worries, how this has affected her. I know that she won't be alone though, just as we aren't. SNAPs will be here for her just as it is for us. Knowing her, she'll be running it then. Nicole Slomp, Executive Director. Don't you like that ring?
 I hope you all have had a good week.  I can't wait to sit down Saturday morning with my coffee and read everyone's posts.  Finally one day that I can be a little bit of a couch potatoe.

What's your week look like?  What have you had to give up because God is leading you to?  Come link up with the other Java Junkies this week.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Caffeinated Randomness - September Expectations and Changes


It is time.  We've been waiting for it all summer.  It came up on us quickly and didn't really announce itself very loudly.  I've been patient and haven't lost it waiting for it to come.  The leaves have started turning so there were signs of it's arrival.  The fall mums are out, a sign that it was inevitable. 

My kids have been looking at me a little differently this last week.  They weren't really as excited as I was of its arrival.  They were a little anticlimatic and in fact, just looked at me a little funny when I announced what was going on.  Can't they be as excited as I am?  Can't they understand the significance of the season?  Can't they see how important it is?

Yes, that's right it's Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte season!  It's very important.  More important than the first day of school.  I mean really, school is around for 10 months of the year.  The Pumpkin Spice Lattes are only around for a few months every year.  Last year Calgary won the right to have it a week in advance and I was lucky enough to be able to indulge before so many others.  I blame my old neighbour who introduced them to me 6 years ago.  Since I had one, I have to say they are my favourite.  There is no other flavour that compares.  I wish they would sell the pumpkin spice syrup so that I could hoard it and be able to drink it whenever I felt like it.  But who's kidding who.  It would never last.  I would start and then I wouldn't be able to stop.   Then I would be sad, waiting for the next fall to come so that I could indulge again. 

I always get a little giddy anyway this time of year.  It starts to feel like fall when I hear that pumpkin spice lattes are around and fall is my favourite season.  I love the sounds, smells, flavours and colours of fall.  It's nice to be able to sit, sipping my latte and watch the change going on before my eyes.  I know technically that January 1st is New Years Day, but for me the new year commences in September.  I think its the fault of the school year.  Everything started in the fall:  school, sports, clubs, etc...  We all got new shoes; new clothes, new books, new teachers, and new friends every fall.  As a result this is when I tend to start new diets, health regimes, organization concepts.  All while sipping on my pumpkin spice lattes. 

This fall definitely has a lot of changes for me.  My princess is now in the intermediate elementary grades.  She can try out for extracurricular activities.  Middleman starts grade 1 and is in school full time.  Even though he went to kindergarten full time the last few months, its different.  New expectations and a new aide to assist him.  

There are even changes for little Sam as he is starting preschool.  He will be away from me for 6 hours a week.  I am anxious about this.  Is he ready?  Will he be able to handle such structured time?  Will this be beneficial for him?  Will he be able to fit in?  Will mommy be able to handle this without climbing the walls of the local coffee shop when he is out of her sight?   I am trusting God in this and all situations.  He knows a lot about changes.  He made the seasons and this is a new season in every aspect of the word.  I can either trust or falter.   I can praise Him no matter what or I can live in fear of what may or may not happen.  

I recently read a quote from someone that went "I wish people were as excited about Jesus as they were pumpkin spice lattes."  I know I am excited about both of them.  I mean God did create everything didn't He, even pumpkin spice lattes. 

Come join in and share your season of change favourite with the other java junkies.

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I'm a 39 year old (oh yeah I'm telling you my age) Stay at Home mom. A former Bad Girl now reformed sinner, I'm married to my Y2K guy and raising 3 great children from God. Proudly Canadian, however, missing the West Coast, I currently live in the prairies watching the farmers fields produce as I learn how God produces the fruits in me.

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