Grey Cup 2013 goes to the Saskatchewan Roughriders! How can I NOT comment on this momentous achievement as a Saskatchewan country girl!
Just some trivia about my relationship with the Riders:
1. Born in 1966-the first year the Riders won a Grey Cup Championship
2. Married in 1989-the second win of the Cup by the Riders
3. 2007 - the year our ministry, Healing Hearts, purchased our own building and we threw an epic Grey Cup Party there-and the third victory-a van load of folks from our church drove/walked the Green Mile after the win!
4. 2013- watched the Roughriders climb to victory with my husband, son, sister & Dad in the General Hospital; a sweet victory!
The atmosphere around the city, where the Grey Cup was being hosted this year, truly was electric! I didn't really attend any events or engage in the activities the week before the game, but newspapers, sports channels on tv, and radio shows were all about the upcoming game. I went to decorate my Dad's hospital room for the event about mid-week and couldn't find any "green" balloons, streamers or beads in a Dollar Store in the city! Crazy!
The closest I got to celebrity connections was on Friday night, when Walter, our son Daniel and myself were curling in our Rec league at the local Tartan Curling Club. Randomly, the Grey Cup showed up at the curling club with Mike "Pinball" Clemons, Rod Black & some camera folks with TSN! Rod Black commented to us all, "Bet you didn't know you were curling for the Cup tonight!" Hilarious & exciting!
Now, its the day after the Roughrider victory and how do I feel? Elated and deflated, I guess! It was a happy win and double joy to win at home! But now that its all over, I wish somehow I'd been able to be more a part of it-whether volunteering, taking in a Grey Cup event or even celebrating on the Green Mile!
But hey, no regrets! I got to see the game, I can buy the tee-shirt and we can watch a rebroadcast with our kids sometime in the future! The experience can live on...Go Riders!
Monday 25 November 2013
Sunday 24 November 2013
I stood at the microphone with one minute notice that I was to do the "opening" for our worship service this morning!
Fortunately, I had something in mind that I might have spoken about during the sharing time later on...so I faced the milling congregation and called folks to find a seat. Like most things at Healing Hearts, we're slow to start because people are visiting and enjoying one another. I began to speak anyways, speaking loud enough to catch attention and be heard above the crowd.
As I shared about the kind of week I had and what God had done for me, I was encouraged by the ones who were listening and acknowledging they "heard" my heart. But there was still a low-level buzz in the sanctuary and part of me felt like it is always a battle to gain order and be an "organized" ministry!
But what became apparent later on during the service was the reason for the noise. Not any disrespect of people for God, nor the distraction of it being "Grey Cup" Sunday held in Regina...it was because we were having a "baby dedication" today! Three new little ones had been born into our church family and today was to be the day the parents were dedicating these babies to God.
One family is new to Healing Hearts. The young parents (with four children under 6 years old) stood at the front and declared their desire to teach their children the ways of the Lord. While the pastors prayed, the three that could walk began a follow-the-leader game over and around the front row of chairs. We knew they needed prayer & support to raise these busy little ones for Jesus! They have shown forth a commitment to the church and ministry here and we are excited to see how God will use them in serving.
A single mom with two sons and a baby girl in her arms, stood before her church family to dedicate all three to the Lord. She has challenges to raise these young ones without the help and partnership of a husband. She showed great courage and perseverance to bring forth her family to declare faith in Christ. We're so proud of her and want to surround her with support.
Lastly, a young couple who have been "raised" within our ministry were now standing before us all and the Lord to dedicate their newest baby. We have watched them grow up in the church; now they were devoting their children to be raised in the same church. How thrilling to see Grandpa dedicate granddaughter and have another pastor pray over them all!
Yes, the noise and commotion of babies in a church is a bit distracting...but what a blessing to have that life and freshness in the church family. I'll speak a little louder any day just to experience the joy of a vibrant time in the house of the Lord.
Fortunately, I had something in mind that I might have spoken about during the sharing time later on...so I faced the milling congregation and called folks to find a seat. Like most things at Healing Hearts, we're slow to start because people are visiting and enjoying one another. I began to speak anyways, speaking loud enough to catch attention and be heard above the crowd.
As I shared about the kind of week I had and what God had done for me, I was encouraged by the ones who were listening and acknowledging they "heard" my heart. But there was still a low-level buzz in the sanctuary and part of me felt like it is always a battle to gain order and be an "organized" ministry!
But what became apparent later on during the service was the reason for the noise. Not any disrespect of people for God, nor the distraction of it being "Grey Cup" Sunday held in Regina...it was because we were having a "baby dedication" today! Three new little ones had been born into our church family and today was to be the day the parents were dedicating these babies to God.
One family is new to Healing Hearts. The young parents (with four children under 6 years old) stood at the front and declared their desire to teach their children the ways of the Lord. While the pastors prayed, the three that could walk began a follow-the-leader game over and around the front row of chairs. We knew they needed prayer & support to raise these busy little ones for Jesus! They have shown forth a commitment to the church and ministry here and we are excited to see how God will use them in serving.
A single mom with two sons and a baby girl in her arms, stood before her church family to dedicate all three to the Lord. She has challenges to raise these young ones without the help and partnership of a husband. She showed great courage and perseverance to bring forth her family to declare faith in Christ. We're so proud of her and want to surround her with support.
Lastly, a young couple who have been "raised" within our ministry were now standing before us all and the Lord to dedicate their newest baby. We have watched them grow up in the church; now they were devoting their children to be raised in the same church. How thrilling to see Grandpa dedicate granddaughter and have another pastor pray over them all!
Yes, the noise and commotion of babies in a church is a bit distracting...but what a blessing to have that life and freshness in the church family. I'll speak a little louder any day just to experience the joy of a vibrant time in the house of the Lord.
Thursday 21 November 2013
How do you measure if a day was "good"?
Is it a feeling of peace at the end of that day?
Is it a list of accomplishments completed?
Is it an mere survival of the events and responsibilities that were on our plates?
I am writing this after a day that began with a certain agenda and was diverted several times due to weather and other people's schedules. So I am left to ponder how to measure whether I had a successful journey today.
If the measure is according to an agenda, I failed.
If the measure is a feeling only, I mostly feel tired so that's not a very reliable measuring tool.
How does God evaluate me at the end of the day?
I believe He has laid out His expectations in His Word. So when my first appointment cancelled out due to the very cold temperatures, I needed to regroup and ask the Lord what He wanted for my day.
Instead, I had the opportunity to have tea with my sister and niece (both home sick today). I tried to spend time with them, listen to them, hopefully invest in them today. I fit in some shopping before the next meeting~a belated birthday lunch with my other niece. Some laughs, some joy, some time together. Then up to the hospital to visit my Dad and decorate his room for the upcoming CFL Grey Cup game this weekend. More joy, goodness, patience as we wait for his recovery and make the most of the circumstances.
Rush home in rush hour traffic-more patience and gentleness needed-to make a quick supper. Then a quiet evening at home with my husband and son.
So, not the day I thought was going to happen.
But as I reflect on the people I spent time with, FAMILY, I know it was a day well spent. If at the end I can measure by the fruit of the Spirit and the Love Chapter, if I cared for people and loved them well, then I think God is pleased and blessed.
The "to do" list and the cancelled appointment can always be picked up another day.
I'm trusting that TODAY was a success in God's eyes and that's all that really counts.
Today was a "good" day after all!
Is it a feeling of peace at the end of that day?
Is it a list of accomplishments completed?
Is it an mere survival of the events and responsibilities that were on our plates?
I am writing this after a day that began with a certain agenda and was diverted several times due to weather and other people's schedules. So I am left to ponder how to measure whether I had a successful journey today.
If the measure is according to an agenda, I failed.
If the measure is a feeling only, I mostly feel tired so that's not a very reliable measuring tool.
How does God evaluate me at the end of the day?
I believe He has laid out His expectations in His Word. So when my first appointment cancelled out due to the very cold temperatures, I needed to regroup and ask the Lord what He wanted for my day.
Instead, I had the opportunity to have tea with my sister and niece (both home sick today). I tried to spend time with them, listen to them, hopefully invest in them today. I fit in some shopping before the next meeting~a belated birthday lunch with my other niece. Some laughs, some joy, some time together. Then up to the hospital to visit my Dad and decorate his room for the upcoming CFL Grey Cup game this weekend. More joy, goodness, patience as we wait for his recovery and make the most of the circumstances.
Rush home in rush hour traffic-more patience and gentleness needed-to make a quick supper. Then a quiet evening at home with my husband and son.
So, not the day I thought was going to happen.
But as I reflect on the people I spent time with, FAMILY, I know it was a day well spent. If at the end I can measure by the fruit of the Spirit and the Love Chapter, if I cared for people and loved them well, then I think God is pleased and blessed.
The "to do" list and the cancelled appointment can always be picked up another day.
I'm trusting that TODAY was a success in God's eyes and that's all that really counts.
Today was a "good" day after all!
Tuesday 19 November 2013
Tuesdays are busy days for me.
In the morning, there is a prayer meeting I can attend when we are home and not on the road. This prayer meeting started in a young mom's home a few years ago. She had a burden to pray for the neighbourhood of north central Regina, where her family had just moved into a "Habitat for Humanity" home. About 4 or 5 women participated in this time of prayer in the beginning.
This woman now has a full-time job and an active ministry both in and out of our church called Healing Hearts Ministry. So the prayer meeting has moved around a little but is currently at the Healing Hearts Ministry Centre (766 Angus St.). Faces change but we try to stay focused on praying for each other and the community.
Then in the evening, a ladies' Bible study happens at 7 pm where a varying number of women meet to worship, share & pray together and study God's Word. This ministry was my heart and soul while Walter & I were leading the church. Again, I participate when I can. I am so blessed to see different women, some young, some young in their spiritual walks and some mature Christians who can balance out the discussions and ministry to one another. I am so glad to see this ministry carrying on~we need each other to spur one another on to love and good deeds!
So, if you have trouble tracking me down on Tuesdays, I'm likely at the ministry centre.
Join me there, when you can. You never know who will show up, where the conversations will lead and how God will touch people with His healing power.
He might even touch YOU!
In the morning, there is a prayer meeting I can attend when we are home and not on the road. This prayer meeting started in a young mom's home a few years ago. She had a burden to pray for the neighbourhood of north central Regina, where her family had just moved into a "Habitat for Humanity" home. About 4 or 5 women participated in this time of prayer in the beginning.
This woman now has a full-time job and an active ministry both in and out of our church called Healing Hearts Ministry. So the prayer meeting has moved around a little but is currently at the Healing Hearts Ministry Centre (766 Angus St.). Faces change but we try to stay focused on praying for each other and the community.
Then in the evening, a ladies' Bible study happens at 7 pm where a varying number of women meet to worship, share & pray together and study God's Word. This ministry was my heart and soul while Walter & I were leading the church. Again, I participate when I can. I am so blessed to see different women, some young, some young in their spiritual walks and some mature Christians who can balance out the discussions and ministry to one another. I am so glad to see this ministry carrying on~we need each other to spur one another on to love and good deeds!
So, if you have trouble tracking me down on Tuesdays, I'm likely at the ministry centre.
Join me there, when you can. You never know who will show up, where the conversations will lead and how God will touch people with His healing power.
He might even touch YOU!
Sunday 17 November 2013
Well, the 18-hour alone time extravaganza went fast! Slept 8 of those hours, spent some time playing my guitar, and the rest of the afternoon driving in the snow/ice of Saskatchewan winter!
But, it was nice to be home with my husband in the evening, enjoying the warmth of the hot tub and the sight of softly falling snow.
I did have an interesting experience that day which made me feel both old but also appreciated for my "wisdom"! I arranged to take a baby gift to a young couple that Walter had married a couple years ago. They had just bought a house when they realized they were going to start a family. To find the address, I had to slog through the heavy snow that the city of Regina had not cleared yet. So, I am driving in a neighbourhood Iwasn't familiar with and parked in front of the correct street address. A few warning signs flashed in my mind ~the wrought iron fence, plastic sign on the gate and the lace curtains in the front window. But I double-checked my phone to match the house number-yup 1759!
I rang the doorbell but no one answered.
I got back in my car. I sent another text to confirm the address and ask for the colour of the house. No reply. So I drive down the block and stare at the street signs, which are completely covered in this fluffy, sticky snow. Can't read the street name at all. I drive to the next block and take a chance that I am getting close. I see their car parked in front and then feel secure in ringing the doorbell.
I grab the gift bag and stroll up the sidewalk. I'm greeted by the new dad, cradling the newborn baby girl and looking surprised. I said "How are you?" Hesitantly, he answers,"Gooood. I guess. We've been better..." and I glance beyond him to the new mom, who is bawling her eyes out! "
"Oh, no! I forgot you were coming. John, let her in!" More crying.
Do I stay? Do I drop off the gift and run? Hormonal mamas may just need more sleep, not a visitor!
But she stood and reached out her arms to me, so I hugged her and she sniffled some. Right away she grilled me on how to get a baby to sleep, how to get them on a schedule, what I did to get a routine...I was both flattered and flustered by her barrage of questions. My baby is 20 years old-long time ago! But, what she needed wasn't my answers, just a listening ear and assurance that she wasn't making big mistakes with their new baby. So after lots of baby talk and my stumbling through some practical suggestions for baby scheduling (which is really a myth!), I got to hold the now-sleeping newborn while we chatted.
The new dad had disappeared into the basement while we visited. Enough birth stories and nursing comparisons for him!
I left after two hours. I felt appreciated for my expertise as a mother and felt that bond that all moms feel when figuring out the journey of motherhood. I hope I was of some help!
I also felt old...my mothering experience was a little dated and maybe obsolete-babies are supposed to sleep on their backs now and the newest contraptions for wrapping babies in swaddling looked confusing! But the main reason I felt my age was...getting lost on the way to their house!
But, it was nice to be home with my husband in the evening, enjoying the warmth of the hot tub and the sight of softly falling snow.
I did have an interesting experience that day which made me feel both old but also appreciated for my "wisdom"! I arranged to take a baby gift to a young couple that Walter had married a couple years ago. They had just bought a house when they realized they were going to start a family. To find the address, I had to slog through the heavy snow that the city of Regina had not cleared yet. So, I am driving in a neighbourhood Iwasn't familiar with and parked in front of the correct street address. A few warning signs flashed in my mind ~the wrought iron fence, plastic sign on the gate and the lace curtains in the front window. But I double-checked my phone to match the house number-yup 1759!
I rang the doorbell but no one answered.
I got back in my car. I sent another text to confirm the address and ask for the colour of the house. No reply. So I drive down the block and stare at the street signs, which are completely covered in this fluffy, sticky snow. Can't read the street name at all. I drive to the next block and take a chance that I am getting close. I see their car parked in front and then feel secure in ringing the doorbell.
I grab the gift bag and stroll up the sidewalk. I'm greeted by the new dad, cradling the newborn baby girl and looking surprised. I said "How are you?" Hesitantly, he answers,"Gooood. I guess. We've been better..." and I glance beyond him to the new mom, who is bawling her eyes out! "
"Oh, no! I forgot you were coming. John, let her in!" More crying.
Do I stay? Do I drop off the gift and run? Hormonal mamas may just need more sleep, not a visitor!
But she stood and reached out her arms to me, so I hugged her and she sniffled some. Right away she grilled me on how to get a baby to sleep, how to get them on a schedule, what I did to get a routine...I was both flattered and flustered by her barrage of questions. My baby is 20 years old-long time ago! But, what she needed wasn't my answers, just a listening ear and assurance that she wasn't making big mistakes with their new baby. So after lots of baby talk and my stumbling through some practical suggestions for baby scheduling (which is really a myth!), I got to hold the now-sleeping newborn while we chatted.
The new dad had disappeared into the basement while we visited. Enough birth stories and nursing comparisons for him!
I left after two hours. I felt appreciated for my expertise as a mother and felt that bond that all moms feel when figuring out the journey of motherhood. I hope I was of some help!
I also felt old...my mothering experience was a little dated and maybe obsolete-babies are supposed to sleep on their backs now and the newest contraptions for wrapping babies in swaddling looked confusing! But the main reason I felt my age was...getting lost on the way to their house!
Friday 15 November 2013
Alone time.
For the next 18 hours I am by myself, able to do whatever I choose.
So many options and only a few hours to sleep, read, go to Curves, or just do nothing at all.
Every now and then its just good to spend time with ourselves. If we cannot enjoy time alone, how can we truly enjoy time with others? We need to love ourselves before we can love others.
So really, this solitude will benefit those I'm away from right now. I will be richer, more settled, centered, at peace and have so much more to offer in relationships. I will be renewed and recharged to give to those I care about.
No guilt. No "to do" list.
Just some time alone.
For the next 18 hours I am by myself, able to do whatever I choose.
So many options and only a few hours to sleep, read, go to Curves, or just do nothing at all.
Every now and then its just good to spend time with ourselves. If we cannot enjoy time alone, how can we truly enjoy time with others? We need to love ourselves before we can love others.
So really, this solitude will benefit those I'm away from right now. I will be richer, more settled, centered, at peace and have so much more to offer in relationships. I will be renewed and recharged to give to those I care about.
No guilt. No "to do" list.
Just some time alone.
Wednesday 13 November 2013
The journey with my Dad's health has been a new one that I haven't known how to "pack" for!
I've taken lots of trips and have packed my own suitcase since I was eight or nine years old. It is easy as a kid-a few changes of underwear and shorts and tee-shirts. Your parents make up the rest if you forgot something. As I got older, my "needs" grew more complicated, so my packing involved medications, make-up and many more wardrobe options for the weather and special occasions.
Remember that travel game where one person says "I went on a vacation to Alaska and in my suitcase I packed..."; then the next person says your item and includes one of their own and so on...well, that's what this journey seems to be like. I need to pack emotional strength; then on top of that strength, I need faith; then patience; then calmness...and then there has been the care and concern for my step-mom and all that falls on her shoulders while Dad is in the hospital.
Just when I think I've finished preparing for this new travel experience, I realize my children are processing this crisis, too, and they need us to comfort, explain, interpret and pray.
And then a change or a new physical development will happen in Dad's body and I need to add more information, new medical terminology and then reinterpret what that means for our daily lives.
This journey has stretched my suitcase! The zipper is straining; the sides are bulging.
I am so grateful that God~who is ALWAYS prepared for every circumstance~ is able to supply every need I have for this journey. When I think I am stretched beyond what I can bear, He hands me another package of perseverance. Or another bundle of trust. He rearranges my packing job and finds room for just a bit more love and kindness.
Perhaps the hardest part of this journey is that I don't know how long to pack for...is this for a month, or two? Only God knows.
But I can trust Him. With my packing. And with all the details as the journey continues.
I've taken lots of trips and have packed my own suitcase since I was eight or nine years old. It is easy as a kid-a few changes of underwear and shorts and tee-shirts. Your parents make up the rest if you forgot something. As I got older, my "needs" grew more complicated, so my packing involved medications, make-up and many more wardrobe options for the weather and special occasions.
Remember that travel game where one person says "I went on a vacation to Alaska and in my suitcase I packed..."; then the next person says your item and includes one of their own and so on...well, that's what this journey seems to be like. I need to pack emotional strength; then on top of that strength, I need faith; then patience; then calmness...and then there has been the care and concern for my step-mom and all that falls on her shoulders while Dad is in the hospital.
Just when I think I've finished preparing for this new travel experience, I realize my children are processing this crisis, too, and they need us to comfort, explain, interpret and pray.
And then a change or a new physical development will happen in Dad's body and I need to add more information, new medical terminology and then reinterpret what that means for our daily lives.
This journey has stretched my suitcase! The zipper is straining; the sides are bulging.
I am so grateful that God~who is ALWAYS prepared for every circumstance~ is able to supply every need I have for this journey. When I think I am stretched beyond what I can bear, He hands me another package of perseverance. Or another bundle of trust. He rearranges my packing job and finds room for just a bit more love and kindness.
Perhaps the hardest part of this journey is that I don't know how long to pack for...is this for a month, or two? Only God knows.
But I can trust Him. With my packing. And with all the details as the journey continues.
Monday 11 November 2013
Today is Remembrance Day.
My life today is a reflection of my Grandpa, Tom Sanders, who served in World War I with the British. He emigrated to Canada, married my Grandma, Elizabeth, and together they farmed and ran the telephone office in Khedive, SK.
I never met my Grandpa. He died when my Dad was a boy. But his life impacted my Dad who in turn has influenced and shaped my life.
I never sat on Grandpa's knee to listen to stories of the past, or saw any war souvenirs or medals; neither did I hear his cough, a result of being gassed during the war.
But today, I live in freedom and prosperity and comfort and blessing because my Grandpa - and thousands like him - were willing to stand up for right and truth. My children have never known war, only the television images or movie renditions. I am so thankful for the peace we know - that we take for granted - as we live out our daily lives and make plans and dream for our future.
Thank you, Grandpa!
Lest we forget.
My life today is a reflection of my Grandpa, Tom Sanders, who served in World War I with the British. He emigrated to Canada, married my Grandma, Elizabeth, and together they farmed and ran the telephone office in Khedive, SK.
I never met my Grandpa. He died when my Dad was a boy. But his life impacted my Dad who in turn has influenced and shaped my life.
I never sat on Grandpa's knee to listen to stories of the past, or saw any war souvenirs or medals; neither did I hear his cough, a result of being gassed during the war.
But today, I live in freedom and prosperity and comfort and blessing because my Grandpa - and thousands like him - were willing to stand up for right and truth. My children have never known war, only the television images or movie renditions. I am so thankful for the peace we know - that we take for granted - as we live out our daily lives and make plans and dream for our future.
Thank you, Grandpa!
Lest we forget.
Saturday 9 November 2013
"On the road again..." (Willie Nelson)
This is our new ministry motto! Walter and I are now roving missionaries, traveling to our visit our Healing Hearts staff members anywhere from four to eight hours away from our home in Regina, Saskatchewan. What God began over nineteen years ago in a community centre in north-central Regina, has now moved outward from its starting point to Alberta, northern Saskatchewan and Manitoba. We never really expected to see the idea of the ministry spread beyond our local neighbourhood; we just hoped it would survive the initial stages and last for a while!
I remember one prayer meeting we had at our Garnet House in the early days of the ministry where perhaps a half dozen of us joined to fast and pray. As we sought the Lord together around the long wooden table, one woman shared an image that came to her mind while we prayed. She saw the ministry located in north-central Regina like a heart, pumping life and healing outward to reach the hurting. God was preparing us to dream big. The impact of Healing Hearts Ministry was "to bring the healing touch of Jesus to wounded hearts" and those healing principles were for a greater purpose and scope than we could comprehend.
As I pack my suitcase, yet again, and prepare for another road trip, I pray for a fresh vision of Christ's healing power. I pray for renewed love for people. I pray for wisdom beyond myself.
May the Lord pump His life and hope to the brokenhearted as far as He leads our diesel Jetta down that road...
CMS
This is our new ministry motto! Walter and I are now roving missionaries, traveling to our visit our Healing Hearts staff members anywhere from four to eight hours away from our home in Regina, Saskatchewan. What God began over nineteen years ago in a community centre in north-central Regina, has now moved outward from its starting point to Alberta, northern Saskatchewan and Manitoba. We never really expected to see the idea of the ministry spread beyond our local neighbourhood; we just hoped it would survive the initial stages and last for a while!
I remember one prayer meeting we had at our Garnet House in the early days of the ministry where perhaps a half dozen of us joined to fast and pray. As we sought the Lord together around the long wooden table, one woman shared an image that came to her mind while we prayed. She saw the ministry located in north-central Regina like a heart, pumping life and healing outward to reach the hurting. God was preparing us to dream big. The impact of Healing Hearts Ministry was "to bring the healing touch of Jesus to wounded hearts" and those healing principles were for a greater purpose and scope than we could comprehend.
As I pack my suitcase, yet again, and prepare for another road trip, I pray for a fresh vision of Christ's healing power. I pray for renewed love for people. I pray for wisdom beyond myself.
May the Lord pump His life and hope to the brokenhearted as far as He leads our diesel Jetta down that road...
CMS
Thursday 7 November 2013
Sometimes life is just something we do every day.
Waking up. Making coffee. Deciding what to wear. Leaving the house.
I think about my Dad these days as he is confined to his hospital room. He can't even do those basic things that make up normal living.
It's hard to imagine that this man ~ who once managed a curling club for over thirty years, spent hours visiting, doodling on his desk pad, making up curling draws and often being the last one to lock the door after a late night bonspiel game that went into an extra end ~ is now having to concentrate on breathing, swallowing, walking and talking.
It's not hard to imagine his sense of humour, even when he is tired and not really comprehending the gravity of his situation. He's always been funny, or at least thought he was! The nurses comment on his determination and drive to improve. They also warn us that he can be sneaky and tries to do things he's not really able to do yet.
Some things about the man, my Dad, look different. He's not the strong and capable man he once was. But some things are the same: his love for family, food and playing cards, not necessarily always in that order!
So while I am taking for granted my daily routine, I think of my Dad's new reality and pray.
Pray that life will take on new meaning to him and to all of us.
Wednesday 6 November 2013
Today I became a "blogger"!
Welcome to my world-or at least a glimpse into some personal thoughts and experiences that God will bring my way.
I was born and raised in southern Saskatchewan and I am definitely a product of my environment. I love the wide open spaces. I love the Roughriders. I love the sight of a combine in August.
My ancestors are immigrants from European countries who settled in this prairie province - so I may not be able to say "I am German" or "I am Irish".
I am Saskatchewan-ian...with the hay fever to prove it!
But just so you know that my identity isn't only based on my birthplace, I have chosen to identify myself first and foremost as a believer and follower of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is shaping my character and dreams and future. The ramblings I will post here will most definitely reflect the spiritual journey I am on.
My journey is being traveled with my wonderful husband, Walter, and our precious family (Mark & Amy; Daniel and Caylea). So I am a wife and mother-two more aspects of my personal identity.
For the past 25 years, I have also been privileged to serve as a missionary in the inner city of Regina. Now that experience in itself gives me lots to blog about!
Looking forward to my new adventure in "Blog-land" and to sharing with old and new friends!
CMS
Welcome to my world-or at least a glimpse into some personal thoughts and experiences that God will bring my way.
I was born and raised in southern Saskatchewan and I am definitely a product of my environment. I love the wide open spaces. I love the Roughriders. I love the sight of a combine in August.
My ancestors are immigrants from European countries who settled in this prairie province - so I may not be able to say "I am German" or "I am Irish".
I am Saskatchewan-ian...with the hay fever to prove it!
But just so you know that my identity isn't only based on my birthplace, I have chosen to identify myself first and foremost as a believer and follower of the Lord Jesus Christ. He is shaping my character and dreams and future. The ramblings I will post here will most definitely reflect the spiritual journey I am on.
My journey is being traveled with my wonderful husband, Walter, and our precious family (Mark & Amy; Daniel and Caylea). So I am a wife and mother-two more aspects of my personal identity.
For the past 25 years, I have also been privileged to serve as a missionary in the inner city of Regina. Now that experience in itself gives me lots to blog about!
Looking forward to my new adventure in "Blog-land" and to sharing with old and new friends!
CMS
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