My apologies for the belatedness of these birthday wishes.
Happy birthday to KEEGAN!! Yay you're four!!
Happy birthday to DHARA!! Yay you're three!!
Happy birthday to ELORA!! Yay you're three!!
Happy birthday to ROBBIE!! Yay you're three!!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
My Miracle
I know that everyone I know is not a Christian. I understand that, having only recently turned my own 180 degrees and am now developing my relationship with God and Jesus. But here's the miracle that happened that just confirms to me even more that I'm doing the right thing.
Two Sundays ago we had a sermon regarding tithing and the message was [not verbatim] "nothing we have is ours, it's all God's. God's kingdom, God's stuff, God's money. Give Him 10% of your earnings in tithes, and you shall receive his blessings in abundance." While we have not given 10% into the offering pouch yet, I have been trying to keep that lesson in mind, especially recently. Now I'll get to the story of what happened.
On Tuesday on my way to work, I noticed that my pinky finger ring that Jake had given to me for Christmas was not on my finger. I checked my glove, my pockets, called Jake and got him to check the places I could think of, but we didn't find it. It was a little bit big for my pinky finger, but fit alright when I was warm. I had thought about getting it sized, but then decided not to because when I lose weight it will be a wonderful day when I can move the size seven ring over to another finger. I felt devastation at the loss of it, but I remembered the sermon and considered that it wasn't mine.I knew that I was only meant to have that ring for that amount of time and now it was free to roam the world. I thought about it floating through the pipes if it had fallen off during my shower, making its long and arduous way to the water treatment facility. I thought about another scenario where it may have fallen off my finger in Toronto (we were there on Monday) and who may have found it and what their life might be like. I thought about it being lost somewhere in our house and the next tenants to live here finding it after we move. But honestly, the sense of loss was gone because I had truly given up ownership and accepted my fate. Even yesterday afternoon my thumb felt the place where the ring used to be, and it crossed my mind to tell some of my friends at work about losing the ring, but I had accepted so quickly that it was gone that I didn't need to tell anyone.
On my way home from work I sent a little prayer up to Jesus, letting him know that I would never bargain-pray to him: "If you do this for me, then I promise I'll do that for you." The prayer must have had 'priority' written on it, because he got it and send down my blessing within a few minutes. When I got home, Jake met me at the front door with my ring!
I truly believe the ring came back to me because of the progress I'm making spiritually. And I have news for you, Piers Anthony, God is not asleep at the wheel. He's doing just fine, active, working in that mysterious way that he has.
Two Sundays ago we had a sermon regarding tithing and the message was [not verbatim] "nothing we have is ours, it's all God's. God's kingdom, God's stuff, God's money. Give Him 10% of your earnings in tithes, and you shall receive his blessings in abundance." While we have not given 10% into the offering pouch yet, I have been trying to keep that lesson in mind, especially recently. Now I'll get to the story of what happened.
On Tuesday on my way to work, I noticed that my pinky finger ring that Jake had given to me for Christmas was not on my finger. I checked my glove, my pockets, called Jake and got him to check the places I could think of, but we didn't find it. It was a little bit big for my pinky finger, but fit alright when I was warm. I had thought about getting it sized, but then decided not to because when I lose weight it will be a wonderful day when I can move the size seven ring over to another finger. I felt devastation at the loss of it, but I remembered the sermon and considered that it wasn't mine.I knew that I was only meant to have that ring for that amount of time and now it was free to roam the world. I thought about it floating through the pipes if it had fallen off during my shower, making its long and arduous way to the water treatment facility. I thought about another scenario where it may have fallen off my finger in Toronto (we were there on Monday) and who may have found it and what their life might be like. I thought about it being lost somewhere in our house and the next tenants to live here finding it after we move. But honestly, the sense of loss was gone because I had truly given up ownership and accepted my fate. Even yesterday afternoon my thumb felt the place where the ring used to be, and it crossed my mind to tell some of my friends at work about losing the ring, but I had accepted so quickly that it was gone that I didn't need to tell anyone.
On my way home from work I sent a little prayer up to Jesus, letting him know that I would never bargain-pray to him: "If you do this for me, then I promise I'll do that for you." The prayer must have had 'priority' written on it, because he got it and send down my blessing within a few minutes. When I got home, Jake met me at the front door with my ring!
I truly believe the ring came back to me because of the progress I'm making spiritually. And I have news for you, Piers Anthony, God is not asleep at the wheel. He's doing just fine, active, working in that mysterious way that he has.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Honesty - Best Policy
I've realized today that being honest with your child can lead to opportunities not lost.
Every other Thursday, Hayden's school sends class by class down the street for skating instead of gym. There's a community centre with an outdoor rink. He's been once before and today is his second time going. We'd gotten him adjustable Toy Story skates (he is the smallest of the three adjustable sizes woohoo!) and a bicycle helmet. When he came home last time, he said he had the wrong kind of helmet; he needed "the kind with the lines". Puzzled by this, and hoping they didn't mean expensive hockey helmet, we forgot about it until I remembered yesterday morning and sent a note to Madame asking what kind we needed. I related Hayden's description. Unfortunately for Hayden, I was at choir last night and didn't remember to check for the response from his teacher until 11pm. But that didn't matter anyway since Friday is payday and we're out of money till then. She did say it was the hockey CSA approved helmet that was required.
Arg.
So as I was getting Hayden's snowpants and other wintery garb out for him, I decided it would be best to prepare him for the disappointment of not skating with the class and told him that I wasn't sending his skates. I told him we didn't have the right helmet and he would have to just watch the skating. I felt sad, but I hoped they would invite him to slip and slide around on the ice in his boots. But then he said "No no Mommy! Last time I wore Ryder's other one, the one with the lines!" OHHHHH. I tried to clarify, just to be sure "So there's extra ones for you to wear?" "Uh-huh." Great! With the bus already at the door (it sits there for a few minutes as we're the first stop) and Hayden fully winterized, I had just enough time to grab his skates from our wonderfully organized and neat closet, plop them into his school bag and attach his lunch bag to the knapsack strap.
Moral of the story: Always buy a lunch box for your child that has a handle with a buckle that can attach to the outside of the school bag.
Every other Thursday, Hayden's school sends class by class down the street for skating instead of gym. There's a community centre with an outdoor rink. He's been once before and today is his second time going. We'd gotten him adjustable Toy Story skates (he is the smallest of the three adjustable sizes woohoo!) and a bicycle helmet. When he came home last time, he said he had the wrong kind of helmet; he needed "the kind with the lines". Puzzled by this, and hoping they didn't mean expensive hockey helmet, we forgot about it until I remembered yesterday morning and sent a note to Madame asking what kind we needed. I related Hayden's description. Unfortunately for Hayden, I was at choir last night and didn't remember to check for the response from his teacher until 11pm. But that didn't matter anyway since Friday is payday and we're out of money till then. She did say it was the hockey CSA approved helmet that was required.
Arg.
So as I was getting Hayden's snowpants and other wintery garb out for him, I decided it would be best to prepare him for the disappointment of not skating with the class and told him that I wasn't sending his skates. I told him we didn't have the right helmet and he would have to just watch the skating. I felt sad, but I hoped they would invite him to slip and slide around on the ice in his boots. But then he said "No no Mommy! Last time I wore Ryder's other one, the one with the lines!" OHHHHH. I tried to clarify, just to be sure "So there's extra ones for you to wear?" "Uh-huh." Great! With the bus already at the door (it sits there for a few minutes as we're the first stop) and Hayden fully winterized, I had just enough time to grab his skates from our wonderfully organized and neat closet, plop them into his school bag and attach his lunch bag to the knapsack strap.
Moral of the story: Always buy a lunch box for your child that has a handle with a buckle that can attach to the outside of the school bag.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Happy Groundhog Day!
Okay listen up all you groundhogs out there who think you know so much! I want spring to arrive in good time. Not April, not in six weeks, not when you feel like it, sooner than that. Do you hear me? I want green grass and trees and budding flowers and bugs and birds and open water and all that jazz. So get on it, groundhogs, or I'll introduce you to my cat, Bunny Killer Kitty.
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