Monday, September 07, 2015
We are ordinary people with extraordinary plans
There are so many reasons people sponsor refugees and support the acceptance of more refugees in Canada; previous refugees want their family members to live safely and freely, faith calls us to act justly for all people, our humanity inspires us to feel compassion for all humanity, the Canadian economy needs more people, if we were in their shoes we would want them to help as we should help, to reciprocate to others what our ancestors needed when they were refugees and from there the reasons are as numerous as the people we are.
In 1990 I went to Missionsfest Vancouver for the first time and that was how it started. I was 12 going on 16... you know how it is. Anyway I was sucked in right then and there. I went every year till I moved to Manitoba and then I went every year in Manitoba. I will also say from childhood I knew compassion, through the example my parents gave and God's direction on my life, either way it all came together and I planned to be a missionary. I wanted to save the world, especially the vulnerable and voiceless from injustice in the world. Under my grad photo in my year book the caption reads"some say that one day you might find her serving oatmeal to the hungry people in Ethiopia." Long story made shorter, I married a pastor and had a family and end up in Altona MB instead of the jungles of the worlds injustice. Yes Altona - the most peaceful, problemless place on the face of the planet.(over simplified but mostly true) Mennonites, they're so pleasant.:) About a year after moving to Altona I heard about a man who was planning to help refugees come to Altona who was part of an organization called Build A Village. I said " I will meet this man, Ray Loewen, and join this effort." and so I did. It's been about 11 years now that Build A village has been doing the local work of sponsoring and walking with newly arrived refugees. Amazing how things work out, I get to be a voice for the voiceless and create a safe haven for those who have felt injustice and I don't have to live across the seas to do it.
We are ordinary people with extraordinary plans
Sometimes we think the 'great acts' of 'saving the world' sound awesome but we quickly reason that 'that' is really for someone else, someone with more influence, qualifications, resources and more power to change things, we look to the rich and especially passionate people, someone good with words or the young and energetic. And with these thoughts we make our excuse, we pass our opportunity by and we are wrong.
We are ordinary people who act on extraordinary plans
In the case of Build a Village God seems to always show us an extraordinary plan with no present evidence to back it up, what I am saying is 'it's crazy' but we have learned from experience that 'crazy', is not so crazy with God .... and a community of mennonites. Build a Village partners with MCC to sponsor refugees every year and in the face of this national movement to respond immediately we are working on a plan again to respond. Keep an eye on the BAV facebook page for the coming details.
If you have an interested community of people or you are an individual that would like to know more about how we have sponsored refugees over the years and how it is impacting a community 10 years in, don't be shy to ask us.
Ordinary but really extraordinary.
Last night I was at a rally in Winnipeg to demonstrate my support that Canada needs to increase the number of refugees it allows into Canada. We can do better and I pray that we will as a nation. Thanks for the welcome by Canada's first nations, it was especially moving. And thanks to those that organized, shared their stories and inspirations My friend and fellow blogger Elexis shares more about the rally in her blog post.
Monday, July 14, 2014
A beautiful gift
I got something given to me, a gift from a friend. This is a different kind of gift than you might expect, one that I am certain not many people 'round these parts have ever been given. It is a gift that took time and courage to give. It is an ancient gift with more history and culture wrapped up in it than my existence can even comprehend. It is a gift that after given is not able to be given back or re-gifted, yet I can in some ways re-gift it to you by telling you about it. It goes everywhere with me until it is warn out. This gift comes with a blessing that isn't spoken it's just felt. It says "You and I have been together. I am so proud to be your friend." And the blessing is reciprocated.
So what is it?
The gift --- My friend from Sudan dyed my toes with henna.
This is how it went - Picture a beautiful park and large group of women from many cultures gathered around, with all eyes on my toes. Hawa took my foot up on her knee and started to apply the henna paste she had just mixed, she formed it onto the ends of my toes. It was a very precise working of the paste so that each cap had a good shape and clean edges. Then she put tiny wood chips between my toes to keep the toes separated. After the second foot was done I let them dry for 3 hours. My friend Elexis got her finger tips done. Hawa told us that this is a special thing done for women in parts of Africa for their wedding or when they are having a baby( Put the brakes on the rumor mill - neither of us are in these categories, all for fun). I felt humbled to be a part of this very rich and elegant tradition. On a whim I asked her about the henna, not thinking of anything that had come before it or would come after it.
So what did come after? Well. at first my toes were orange and I laughed. They made others laugh. People questioned why I did it. They turned brown. I got more mixed reactions from people and I learned some things about myself. They turned black. Elexis and I started a support group to handle the negative reactions and I processed more lessons learned. I embraces them and I decorated them with some Cindy-style creativity and most of all I recognized what a gift I had received. Now three weeks later the colour has faded and all it back to normal but am I back to normal? ok ok some of you would never have considered me normal to start with and I can appreciate that but truly you know what I mean.
Here are some fresh thoughts/lessons born out of this gift and experience:
- Beauty is subjective for humanity. We are part of a very diverse world that has many ideas about beauty.
- No one but God can define perfect beauty and I am almost certain his definition has nothing to do with the outside skin-deep beauty.
- It caused me to think - When someone comes in the room looking 'different' how do I react? Inside thoughts or outward actions?
- What people think of me matters but maybe in someways it shouldn't matter so much.
I encourage you to see people and their styles of beauty as beautiful even if it's not your choice of beauty.
So what is it?
The gift --- My friend from Sudan dyed my toes with henna.
This is how it went - Picture a beautiful park and large group of women from many cultures gathered around, with all eyes on my toes. Hawa took my foot up on her knee and started to apply the henna paste she had just mixed, she formed it onto the ends of my toes. It was a very precise working of the paste so that each cap had a good shape and clean edges. Then she put tiny wood chips between my toes to keep the toes separated. After the second foot was done I let them dry for 3 hours. My friend Elexis got her finger tips done. Hawa told us that this is a special thing done for women in parts of Africa for their wedding or when they are having a baby( Put the brakes on the rumor mill - neither of us are in these categories, all for fun). I felt humbled to be a part of this very rich and elegant tradition. On a whim I asked her about the henna, not thinking of anything that had come before it or would come after it.
So what did come after? Well. at first my toes were orange and I laughed. They made others laugh. People questioned why I did it. They turned brown. I got more mixed reactions from people and I learned some things about myself. They turned black. Elexis and I started a support group to handle the negative reactions and I processed more lessons learned. I embraces them and I decorated them with some Cindy-style creativity and most of all I recognized what a gift I had received. Now three weeks later the colour has faded and all it back to normal but am I back to normal? ok ok some of you would never have considered me normal to start with and I can appreciate that but truly you know what I mean.
Here are some fresh thoughts/lessons born out of this gift and experience:
- Beauty is subjective for humanity. We are part of a very diverse world that has many ideas about beauty.
- No one but God can define perfect beauty and I am almost certain his definition has nothing to do with the outside skin-deep beauty.
- It caused me to think - When someone comes in the room looking 'different' how do I react? Inside thoughts or outward actions?
- What people think of me matters but maybe in someways it shouldn't matter so much.
I encourage you to see people and their styles of beauty as beautiful even if it's not your choice of beauty.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Because we Like it Fresh
Why write when it's all been written about already?
Why speak when it' all been spoken about?
Why create art when so much art has already been created?
Why sing a new song when the old songs already say it all?
Why read it again when you've read it all before?
I'm growing a garden again this year - vegetables and weeds. Gardens are awesome because they produce the freshest foods you will ever eat. When growing your own garden you can eat a carrot just seconds after it is removed from the ground, you don't even have to wash it, you just have to rub it on a relatively clean swatch of grass and it's good for consumption. And when you do consume that carrot you will taste and see that there is no carrot sold in a store that can rival it's freshness and flavor...ahh I can't wait.
Here's the connection to the above questions
Because just like we love it fresh when it comes to garden veggies we crave the fresh words and experiences in life too, we want to see something new and feel the vibe of the fresh tunes, we want to know what's the latest with family and friends, and I especially feel it today when I think of my experiences with Jesus, I crave fresh in my faith. Sadly it has become obvious to me that I am scooting along on the coat tails of last seasons experiences with Jesus and I'm noticing I'm overdue for something fresh. Time to make some adjustments to my devotional time because I feel like the colour has faded, the gum has been chewed out, the bread got left out again and has become crusty, the glass of water has gotten those little bubbles in it ...... it's like the frozen beans I keep making my family eat because I refuse to waste "perfectly good food", they are limp and flavorless and we have a gazillion frozen from last season but for the sake of all starving children in the world we shall eat every last one! ok so that's a little dramatic but you get the picture.
I need my faith to be fresh again. I need to have new encounters with Jesus in action in me. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the past experiences, they are still worth talking about but they can't replace the need for the new ones.
I know this is in my court. It's not like Jesus has been holding out on me, I have to take the time with Jesus, nothing can replace true and authentic time with Jesus.
So that's where I am at today, maybe you're feeling it too? Has "that" story you keep telling been told one too many times? Then come on, join me in this.
side note --- I have a friend who's blogging and she is awesome so you should also read her stuff. She is the one who unintentionally and unknowingly motivates me to blog and to do a lot of other things good. https://stainedglasssecrets.wordpress.com
Why speak when it' all been spoken about?
Why create art when so much art has already been created?
Why sing a new song when the old songs already say it all?
Why read it again when you've read it all before?
I'm growing a garden again this year - vegetables and weeds. Gardens are awesome because they produce the freshest foods you will ever eat. When growing your own garden you can eat a carrot just seconds after it is removed from the ground, you don't even have to wash it, you just have to rub it on a relatively clean swatch of grass and it's good for consumption. And when you do consume that carrot you will taste and see that there is no carrot sold in a store that can rival it's freshness and flavor...ahh I can't wait.
Here's the connection to the above questions
Because just like we love it fresh when it comes to garden veggies we crave the fresh words and experiences in life too, we want to see something new and feel the vibe of the fresh tunes, we want to know what's the latest with family and friends, and I especially feel it today when I think of my experiences with Jesus, I crave fresh in my faith. Sadly it has become obvious to me that I am scooting along on the coat tails of last seasons experiences with Jesus and I'm noticing I'm overdue for something fresh. Time to make some adjustments to my devotional time because I feel like the colour has faded, the gum has been chewed out, the bread got left out again and has become crusty, the glass of water has gotten those little bubbles in it ...... it's like the frozen beans I keep making my family eat because I refuse to waste "perfectly good food", they are limp and flavorless and we have a gazillion frozen from last season but for the sake of all starving children in the world we shall eat every last one! ok so that's a little dramatic but you get the picture.I need my faith to be fresh again. I need to have new encounters with Jesus in action in me. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the past experiences, they are still worth talking about but they can't replace the need for the new ones.
I know this is in my court. It's not like Jesus has been holding out on me, I have to take the time with Jesus, nothing can replace true and authentic time with Jesus.
So that's where I am at today, maybe you're feeling it too? Has "that" story you keep telling been told one too many times? Then come on, join me in this.
side note --- I have a friend who's blogging and she is awesome so you should also read her stuff. She is the one who unintentionally and unknowingly motivates me to blog and to do a lot of other things good. https://stainedglasssecrets.wordpress.com
Monday, May 12, 2014
How not to be a cat's lunch
Colossians 2:17 says that reality is found in Christ.
I recently found myself dealing with a confusing needless kind of stress that just pounced on me like a wild hungry cat.
I know that fear and anxiety are not from God and so using that knowledge I tried to convince myself to stop worrying but as hard as I tried to convince myself to just stop I could not do it, I could not just switch the feelings off by forcing myself to stop.
I was missing something important.
Then on Sunday morning I remembered, while studying the 2nd chapter of Colossians with my bible study group earlier that week a phrase stood-up and said 'Hello Cindy' - "But the reality, however, is found in Christ." At the time I used the little treasure of a phrase to encourage women in my study to not let the stress of their life overwhelm them because always no matter how it seems our reality is in Christ, in all things our reality is found in him and who he says we are. We have to centre on him and keep that perspective to overcome that which would like to destroy us. At the time it was powerful and useful thinking to me.
But now I was faced with a choice, was all that I said to others real for me too? Did I just say stuff to other people and then not apply it to my life?
I walked with God and wrestled in prayer over it. I discussed my reality with him and he reminded me of the real things of my life, of answered prayers and how real he is, of true peace that comes from him, and that he really will never let me just wander off when I am abiding in him. So I abided and I was delivered from the overwhelming feelings. Though the threat of stress lingered it was no longer my reality.
"I will not be a hungry cat's lunch!"
Forcing myself to think different was not working because I needed to re-centre my thinking on my reality, Jesus, not on stopping the stress.
Stress and pressures will be there but we can regain peace when we centre ourselves on Jesus our reality. I now have experience with this.
Don't be a cat's lunch.
Sunday, April 06, 2014
The Life Manager2000 - a switchboard to balance your life
Sometimes I picture life like a giant switchboard, like the ones they used to have for telephones. The people I spend time with, the interests I have and roles I play each have their own cord plugged into the switchboard, but the switch board doesn't have an infinite number of outlets, it has a set number, so as seasons change, as I say 'yes' to more things and as the roles I play grow or shrink the switchboard operator has to pull the plug on some and plug in multiple cords for others that require more time but when things start to get busy in life the operator doesn't know which pugs to pull in order to plug in the new ones and when the operator doesn't make the choice things get unplugged on default.
What gets pulled when you're busy?
I know for me one of the first things to go is personal hygiene - I shower less :S , I skip flossing and brush for shorter, I let my eyebrows grow wild, ... too much information already so I'll leave that at that. Then goes the laundry, especially folding "where's my black tank top mom." "it's in the clean pile." The next thing to go is sleep, I pull the plug on the 10:30 bed time and any idea of sleeping past 6:30. And the saddest of all when life gets busy I start pulling the plug on time with the kids and Ben and time with God.
I think the switchboard image helps me see the root of the problem. I battle against thinking I am not limited and I can do/be everything I want but I can't, I can't do everything and life is full of choices. I choose what to plug in and what to plug out as the seasons change and as requests for my time come my way. In a way I wish I had a real switchboard to label with all that I am and do, one hole for every hour of the week, plugs for every thing/person/role I'm invested in and then when I start something new or increase in a present commitment I would physically see what I have to plug out to insert the new. Maybe this could be a new idea for Dragon's Den.... "I'm here today to show you the The Life Manager2000 - a switchboard to balance your life. Are you too busy? need balance? ...." I can just picture it, one more thing to keep me busy.
So ya living in a busy season and taking inventory now.
What gets pulled when you're busy?
I know for me one of the first things to go is personal hygiene - I shower less :S , I skip flossing and brush for shorter, I let my eyebrows grow wild, ... too much information already so I'll leave that at that. Then goes the laundry, especially folding "where's my black tank top mom." "it's in the clean pile." The next thing to go is sleep, I pull the plug on the 10:30 bed time and any idea of sleeping past 6:30. And the saddest of all when life gets busy I start pulling the plug on time with the kids and Ben and time with God.
I think the switchboard image helps me see the root of the problem. I battle against thinking I am not limited and I can do/be everything I want but I can't, I can't do everything and life is full of choices. I choose what to plug in and what to plug out as the seasons change and as requests for my time come my way. In a way I wish I had a real switchboard to label with all that I am and do, one hole for every hour of the week, plugs for every thing/person/role I'm invested in and then when I start something new or increase in a present commitment I would physically see what I have to plug out to insert the new. Maybe this could be a new idea for Dragon's Den.... "I'm here today to show you the The Life Manager2000 - a switchboard to balance your life. Are you too busy? need balance? ...." I can just picture it, one more thing to keep me busy.
So ya living in a busy season and taking inventory now.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Yes you can make doughnuts at midnight
"Can you do my homework for me?" "No."
"Want to sleep in this tent we made?" "No."
"Can I throw this dough at my sister?" "No."
"Can I skip my jobs today?" "No."
"Can you fill my water bottle for me? "No."
"Can we make doughnuts for midnight snack?" "Yes"
It was time to say "Yes" plus --Yummy
"Want to sleep in this tent we made?" "No."
"Can I throw this dough at my sister?" "No."
"Can I skip my jobs today?" "No."
"Can you fill my water bottle for me? "No."
"Can we make doughnuts for midnight snack?" "Yes"
It was time to say "Yes" plus --Yummy
Saturday, March 29, 2014
What in the world! She blogged.
Yes this is random ...very random, not only because of the shear fact that I am blogging right now after a year off convinced I was done forever, I had even removed Cindy Street from being read by the public, this is random because it was all inspired by a blog about a new fashion line by PPP. ... I know surprising - fashion.
First off if you don't know PPP - Poor Pitiful Pearl - check her out
https://www.etsy.com/shop/poorpitifulpearl
http://ppplifestyle.blogspot.ca/2014/03/ppp-grounded-and-why.html
I follow poor pitiful pearl - reading her blog on occasional, loving the whole package of what PPP stands for and of course the fashion is way off the charts and that makes it cool in my opinion. So she blogged about her new PPP grounded clothing line and I was confused about why I had removed my blog from public view, I was inspired by the post to be bold an be myself. I felt I needed to instantly open the blog up and let you all know that I am saying thanks to God for the last year.
I guess I'm not done blogging.
I've been on Etsy for one year now with my festival tents. I just did it all spontaneous like(generally how I do things) on April 1 2013 in the early morning when I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what would happen, in fact I had no idea what I was doing... now a year later I know a little more and God has shown me to trust him with my creativity and he has blessed me so much. I've just got to say thanks.
I love my sewing life, my creative, colourful, bohemian life.
I personally blur the lines between business and Jesus but I haven't been letting it show and you know what it's time to let you know - I pray as I sew and sometimes my prayers get sewn into the tents and I let them stay in there so that wherever it goes it will bless and let a little of his kingdom show.
I want you to know I thank God for the life I get to live and in all I do I want to live it for him.
First off if you don't know PPP - Poor Pitiful Pearl - check her out
https://www.etsy.com/shop/poorpitifulpearl
http://ppplifestyle.blogspot.ca/2014/03/ppp-grounded-and-why.html
I follow poor pitiful pearl - reading her blog on occasional, loving the whole package of what PPP stands for and of course the fashion is way off the charts and that makes it cool in my opinion. So she blogged about her new PPP grounded clothing line and I was confused about why I had removed my blog from public view, I was inspired by the post to be bold an be myself. I felt I needed to instantly open the blog up and let you all know that I am saying thanks to God for the last year.
I guess I'm not done blogging.
I've been on Etsy for one year now with my festival tents. I just did it all spontaneous like(generally how I do things) on April 1 2013 in the early morning when I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what would happen, in fact I had no idea what I was doing... now a year later I know a little more and God has shown me to trust him with my creativity and he has blessed me so much. I've just got to say thanks.
I love my sewing life, my creative, colourful, bohemian life.
I personally blur the lines between business and Jesus but I haven't been letting it show and you know what it's time to let you know - I pray as I sew and sometimes my prayers get sewn into the tents and I let them stay in there so that wherever it goes it will bless and let a little of his kingdom show.
I want you to know I thank God for the life I get to live and in all I do I want to live it for him.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Family Worship Evening
I love music.
I love singing.
I love worshiping God.
I love being with my family.
I love community and fellowship.
I love seeing children worship.
I love the word of God.
I love spontaneous.
I love interactive.
I love friendship.
Yesterday evening we were together with friends for a family worship evening at our church. For this "event" everyone was encourages to bring an instrument and play. There is no practiced worship band or preselected songs. It is children and adults playing instruments, sometimes off beat and everyone singing along to the guitars melody as best they can. It was fantastic to worship our Lord and Savior in a setting like this. I hope we can do it again.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
I Failed
But that is ok because I have excuses, even some valid excuses... I'm ok with that.
1. The time I was sacrificing to blog was a lot on some days. I sat and thought and thought in order to blog and Ben and I didn't spend the time together that we needed to communicate properly. FYI no communication causes dysfunction.
2. I hurt my ankle - You'd think this would give me time to blog more while I sit with my leg up - well I found that everything took me longer to do and I didn't have as much time to sit at the computer..... pretty lame excuse.
3. I had a deadline with work I was trying to meet that turned out to be in a month but I was working hard to meet it this week.... I am way ahead for a change, but once again the time I would have been blogging I was working.
4. I didn't like being forced to blog everyday (even if it was me forcing myself) and I felt you deserved more than boring nothingness that was coming out .... :S - of course I know this wasn't supposed to be about me or you but about God and me and vulnerability and you and God and the work of the Spirit, The trouble is with pressure every day and short on time I couldn't be effective to that end( at least it seemed that way).
So it came down to priorities, time, quality and desire.
I want to keep the open and honest, transparent element going by modifying the lent commitment to blogging several times a week.
Thanks for reading.
1. The time I was sacrificing to blog was a lot on some days. I sat and thought and thought in order to blog and Ben and I didn't spend the time together that we needed to communicate properly. FYI no communication causes dysfunction.
2. I hurt my ankle - You'd think this would give me time to blog more while I sit with my leg up - well I found that everything took me longer to do and I didn't have as much time to sit at the computer..... pretty lame excuse.
3. I had a deadline with work I was trying to meet that turned out to be in a month but I was working hard to meet it this week.... I am way ahead for a change, but once again the time I would have been blogging I was working.
4. I didn't like being forced to blog everyday (even if it was me forcing myself) and I felt you deserved more than boring nothingness that was coming out .... :S - of course I know this wasn't supposed to be about me or you but about God and me and vulnerability and you and God and the work of the Spirit, The trouble is with pressure every day and short on time I couldn't be effective to that end( at least it seemed that way).
So it came down to priorities, time, quality and desire.
I want to keep the open and honest, transparent element going by modifying the lent commitment to blogging several times a week.
Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Communicating
I will not be getting any prizes for being good at communicating, just ask Ben..... or the kids.
Communication = conversation, talking, meaningful silents, sharing time together, eye contact, waiting, listening, pondering, considering, responding, engaged in the conversation, asking questions, answering questions, tone of voice, body language and facial expressions, and I am sure it includes even more than that. The piece that I am the worst at is listening and engaging.
Each time I realize I totally failed again I make a concerted effort to do better next time. The only thing is time after time I can't really see how I have changed.. blah
I think I am just too self centered.
Communication = conversation, talking, meaningful silents, sharing time together, eye contact, waiting, listening, pondering, considering, responding, engaged in the conversation, asking questions, answering questions, tone of voice, body language and facial expressions, and I am sure it includes even more than that. The piece that I am the worst at is listening and engaging.
Each time I realize I totally failed again I make a concerted effort to do better next time. The only thing is time after time I can't really see how I have changed.. blah
I think I am just too self centered.
Monday, March 11, 2013
From Processing to Planting
Some random stuff.
1. Saturday I was at a church leadership retreat all day. It was a good day of processing and planning for our church leadership - my take away - I'm going to communicate community outreach opportunities better with my church.
2. My ankle is not sprained but strained. This seems to be confirmed by a few things, my sister who works with first aid told me, some other runners have shared stories about strained muscles and it appears to be getting better with ice, wrapping and rest.
3. My sister and I have been talking everyday on skype for the past week or so and this is amazing. Let me tell you why this is so amazing - we have spent most of the last 16 years living apart and talking on the phone maybe 2 or 3 times a year. I left home when I was 19 and she was just 11 then. In reality I think we hardly know each other but that is all changing. Yeah to my sister and I hanging out on facebook skype.
4. The picture at the top of my blog is an entrance to an ants world. I saw this on a path in Africa and found it so fascinating how an ant could make a design like that. God makes interesting creatures.
5. I've got the spring fever - I have soil in my trays and tomorrow I will be planting and ordering seeds.
1. Saturday I was at a church leadership retreat all day. It was a good day of processing and planning for our church leadership - my take away - I'm going to communicate community outreach opportunities better with my church.
2. My ankle is not sprained but strained. This seems to be confirmed by a few things, my sister who works with first aid told me, some other runners have shared stories about strained muscles and it appears to be getting better with ice, wrapping and rest.
3. My sister and I have been talking everyday on skype for the past week or so and this is amazing. Let me tell you why this is so amazing - we have spent most of the last 16 years living apart and talking on the phone maybe 2 or 3 times a year. I left home when I was 19 and she was just 11 then. In reality I think we hardly know each other but that is all changing. Yeah to my sister and I hanging out on facebook skype.
4. The picture at the top of my blog is an entrance to an ants world. I saw this on a path in Africa and found it so fascinating how an ant could make a design like that. God makes interesting creatures.
5. I've got the spring fever - I have soil in my trays and tomorrow I will be planting and ordering seeds.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Cedar Lane Farm
When I got out of my van at the farm Terri didn't ask me if I wanted to meet all the animals on the farm, he assumed that I would. And I did. We walked into the barn and met each cow by name, breed and brief and interesting life story. Each one named after dutch royalty - Leontien(leentje), Beatrix and Wilhelmina(Willy). I met the piglets that were resting in a pile of sacks. I met the heard of black sheep and Prudence the big Berkshire sow. I also met Timmy the near 1000lb Tamworth Boar sitting in his hole which I think he thinks is his throne. I heard about their family and farms journey from New Brunswick to Manitoba last year. I learned about what the animals eat and the importance of how the animals are treated; in life and slaughter. It was evident that a good relationship between human and animal is important at Cedar lane. I loved it. I love the simplicity and organic nature of it. I love how this farm offers a creation friendly approach to gathering food for my family. If my life had gone the way of the farm I can picture it just like Cedar Lane. When I asked if I can bring my kids next time he said "We prefer that." I'll be sure to take them the next time I go shopping on the farm.
Friday, March 08, 2013
A powerful word by Gungor
This is fantastic. Listen and be blessed.
On a personal note - I think I may have sprained my ankle today while running. Please pray that is heals quickly as I really dislike sitting around.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
At the feet of Jesus
This morning at bible study I had a wonderful time discussing with my friends the need we have to be at the feet of Jesus. This metaphor is about realizing how much we need Jesus in our day, taking time to learn from the Bible and talking to Jesus about...anything and everything. The idea of being at the feet of Jesus is like Ruth being at the feet of Boaz her kinsman redeemer.(Ruth 3) At the feet of Boaz she brings nothing and lays down her reputation and her pride and finds herself at the mercy of her redeemer. We go to Jesus our redeemer with nothing to offer but our surrender and he looks on us kindly. Just like Ruth was given grain in great measure at the feet of Jesus we are filled up and given even more than we need so we can overflow His love into others. Listen to this song and ponder where you are at today.
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
The Spinning Music Girl
Yesterday I felt like giving up this whole blogging for 40 days thing... but today I feel a little better, so I think I will keep on going, or maybe I am just too stubborn to give up. Though after re-reading my silliness yesterday I am not sure I will have many readers left but that's ok it seems if you're not up for the good, the bad and silly this isn't the blog for you anyway.
I had a dream last night that I was a teenager again in my parents house and I was having an argument with my mom. A gift she had given me broke( no details on how it happened it was just broken) I was ok with it though. The broken item was a spinning music girl holding a bouquet of flowers,; according to my dream I had been given the girl when I was 4(in real I was older). The reason I was ok with it was because I still liked it even though it was broken. I wanted to keep it. The argument started when my mom took it in her hands and was insistent that she would fix it and give it a new look. She would make it pretty again but it was going to look different. I didn't want it to look different I was fine with it looking the way it was, broken and all. A lot of teenage yelling and fit throwing occurred in my mind...then just like that it was over and I was into another world.
What does it mean?....
In my opinion 90% of the time dreams are pointless, they are just a combination of random thoughts, fears, memories and media jumbled together.
But some percentage could be my unacknowledged feelings?
And then on occasion they contain direct messages from God.
.. but that said regardless of which percentage point this dream falls under, I like to look at most things in life as an opportunity to learn something even if it wasn't intended as a lesson.
Question rephrased...
What could this dream mean?
-Listen to people and don't try to fix them.
-A broken thing can still be beautiful.
-Arguing with a teenager is futile and short lived.
-Place the spinning music girl in a safe place so it doesn't crack in half
What do you think?
I had a dream last night that I was a teenager again in my parents house and I was having an argument with my mom. A gift she had given me broke( no details on how it happened it was just broken) I was ok with it though. The broken item was a spinning music girl holding a bouquet of flowers,; according to my dream I had been given the girl when I was 4(in real I was older). The reason I was ok with it was because I still liked it even though it was broken. I wanted to keep it. The argument started when my mom took it in her hands and was insistent that she would fix it and give it a new look. She would make it pretty again but it was going to look different. I didn't want it to look different I was fine with it looking the way it was, broken and all. A lot of teenage yelling and fit throwing occurred in my mind...then just like that it was over and I was into another world.
What does it mean?....
In my opinion 90% of the time dreams are pointless, they are just a combination of random thoughts, fears, memories and media jumbled together.
But some percentage could be my unacknowledged feelings?
And then on occasion they contain direct messages from God.
.. but that said regardless of which percentage point this dream falls under, I like to look at most things in life as an opportunity to learn something even if it wasn't intended as a lesson.
Question rephrased...
What could this dream mean?
-Listen to people and don't try to fix them.
-A broken thing can still be beautiful.
-Arguing with a teenager is futile and short lived.
-Place the spinning music girl in a safe place so it doesn't crack in half
What do you think?
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Very strange and Pointless...
... actually could be considered a waste of your time.
>What do you write about when you feel you have nothing to say?.... and feeling odd.
---- I sit here and look around and investigate what is around me.
>I know I have something to say, I am sure I have something to say because I always do....
----What do I see around me? Thread. I see thread everywhere, curtains, sheets, clothing, bed.....
>I'd hate to waste your time by writing something pathetic, so I want to try but I make no promises.
----I am sitting on my bed which is elegantly shrouded in a white curtain and there are threads that keep it together. I examine them. The stitches are even and straight.
>To be a good writer I have to take the time to write and choose the right time of day to write; when my brain is in it's creative mode.
---- There are 2 loose threads that are coming out of my tank top. I think I will pull them out because I am too lazy to get the proper tool.
>Now is not the creative time, it is the weird and odd time.... 11:00pm; Ben is trying to sleep beside me.
----- Since there are two threads together they are hard to tear out. Threads are strong and vigorous.
>I am too tired to share interesting words and feeling too silly to tell thought provoking stories.
-----I did it, I have them in my hand now to examine. Threads make me think about how life and people are connected. I love to play with threads between my fingers.
>That's it folks my time is up. and this is going no where...
>What do you write about when you feel you have nothing to say?.... and feeling odd.
---- I sit here and look around and investigate what is around me.
>I know I have something to say, I am sure I have something to say because I always do....
----What do I see around me? Thread. I see thread everywhere, curtains, sheets, clothing, bed.....
>I'd hate to waste your time by writing something pathetic, so I want to try but I make no promises.
----I am sitting on my bed which is elegantly shrouded in a white curtain and there are threads that keep it together. I examine them. The stitches are even and straight.
>To be a good writer I have to take the time to write and choose the right time of day to write; when my brain is in it's creative mode.
---- There are 2 loose threads that are coming out of my tank top. I think I will pull them out because I am too lazy to get the proper tool.
>Now is not the creative time, it is the weird and odd time.... 11:00pm; Ben is trying to sleep beside me.
----- Since there are two threads together they are hard to tear out. Threads are strong and vigorous.
>I am too tired to share interesting words and feeling too silly to tell thought provoking stories.
-----I did it, I have them in my hand now to examine. Threads make me think about how life and people are connected. I love to play with threads between my fingers.
>That's it folks my time is up. and this is going no where...
Monday, March 04, 2013
How to Have Joy
1. Be thankful - When we are thankful we complain less. Cha-ching, joy!
2. Be like a child - Forget about being an adult for a while and see what the world is like from a child's perspective. Children are joy.
3. Look up - When you walk along the way don't just watch your feet move along the pavement look up and around and into peoples windows. Something joyful will catch your eye.
4. Sing it - Instead of talking sing it in an opera voice, see how long you can go like that.
5. Remember God - Our deepest joy comes from God, Jesus is the reason to have joy even on the toughest days. Ask him to remind you of the joy you possess.
6. Give it away - The way to be happy is to make someone happy and that's a little heaven on earth right there.
7. Pause to watch - Stop somewhere random and watch the people go by, invent their stories and make it interesting. You might get a giggle.
8. Exercise - After you're done it feels so amazing. Relief has common ground with joy.
9. Listen - Listen for the sounds of creation, water, trees rustling, birds, breathing....
10. Do something hard - There is something God is asking of you but it's hard; maybe it's pray with someone, be honest about your struggles, tell someone about the work of God, forgive ..... surrender to his call.
2. Be like a child - Forget about being an adult for a while and see what the world is like from a child's perspective. Children are joy.
3. Look up - When you walk along the way don't just watch your feet move along the pavement look up and around and into peoples windows. Something joyful will catch your eye.
4. Sing it - Instead of talking sing it in an opera voice, see how long you can go like that.
5. Remember God - Our deepest joy comes from God, Jesus is the reason to have joy even on the toughest days. Ask him to remind you of the joy you possess.
6. Give it away - The way to be happy is to make someone happy and that's a little heaven on earth right there.
7. Pause to watch - Stop somewhere random and watch the people go by, invent their stories and make it interesting. You might get a giggle.
8. Exercise - After you're done it feels so amazing. Relief has common ground with joy.
9. Listen - Listen for the sounds of creation, water, trees rustling, birds, breathing....
10. Do something hard - There is something God is asking of you but it's hard; maybe it's pray with someone, be honest about your struggles, tell someone about the work of God, forgive ..... surrender to his call.
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Returning to Peter's Story
I have so much to learn when it comes to caring for hurting people.
Our church is focusing on a series about walking with hurting people(I expect to learn a lot). Ben encouraged our church facebook followers to read Peter Wolfe's story this weekend, if they had never done so. In 2009 I asked Peter if he'd write for Cindy Street. He tells his story of walking through his wife's death to cancer. Follow these links to read Peter's story.
intro
Peter begins
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
Oh and Peter I know you'll read this so I want you to know the traffic went through the roof yesterday as people started returning to read your posts. Thanks again for your openness, it will be a resource for many more people now.
Our church is focusing on a series about walking with hurting people(I expect to learn a lot). Ben encouraged our church facebook followers to read Peter Wolfe's story this weekend, if they had never done so. In 2009 I asked Peter if he'd write for Cindy Street. He tells his story of walking through his wife's death to cancer. Follow these links to read Peter's story.
intro
Peter begins
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
Oh and Peter I know you'll read this so I want you to know the traffic went through the roof yesterday as people started returning to read your posts. Thanks again for your openness, it will be a resource for many more people now.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Keeping a Promise
This is a hard one to publish.
I new I would tell you this story eventually but I have been delaying because I had to complete the circle of repairing my mistake. I know logically it should feel good to repair, but for this one I feel sadness that I wasn't faithful to my word from the beginning.
I don't want to over dramatize my sins just to make a good story, so I won't but the truth is, how I tell this story now is exactly how I feel. I feel awful. I feel irresponsible. I feel embarrassed. I feel relieved to be moving on.
One day about a month ago I woke up with a memory of something I had promised to do but didn't do. It was a pressing memory, one that said "Do something about me!" It had been so long since I last thought of it, it surprised me to think of it. --- Many years ago and I mean many, 6 to be exact, a friend asked me to transfer his brother in-laws funeral from the 8mm tape in the video camera onto VHS.(You see this is a very long time ago, back when VHS still existed) He had asked me to do it but I never did. It went from I'll do it tomorrow to later to I got lazy, I forgot, I probably had other excuses and then I totally forgot about it. I occasionally remembered but never took the time for it. In the mean time, I found out today, they forgot who had the tape. Yes, I believe I had the only copy of this funeral all these years, sitting in my house collecting dust. Just awful.....but the morning I woke up with this memory I felt the Spirit of God "pressuring" me to start something new. The first part included working to repair this, so I went looking for the tapes I needed, I relearned how to use the transfer equipment(thanks Ben), I found the phone number of the woman I needed to contact, I apologized to her and then I completed the circle by getting the tape to a family member that will bring it to her this weekend. It would have been so good had I been faithful to my promise in the beginning, instead I feel like crap for procrastinating. I could have done so much better- 6 years!!! Good thing God is so gracious and he doesn't condemn me or call me nasty names because that is what I feel like doing to myself right now.
So the second part of what this whole experience is doing in me is teaching me to keep my word. Unfortunately it seems I have a problem of promising and not following through, so I have made a list of all the things I can remember promising that I have not done yet and I am planning on slowly getting through that list and following through on my promises. And not making any new promises that I don't plan on keeping. And now after reading this you may understand better why I did this.
Disclaimer - If I ever promised you something and I didn't deliver, don't get too excited I did say I have to remember it.
I new I would tell you this story eventually but I have been delaying because I had to complete the circle of repairing my mistake. I know logically it should feel good to repair, but for this one I feel sadness that I wasn't faithful to my word from the beginning.
I don't want to over dramatize my sins just to make a good story, so I won't but the truth is, how I tell this story now is exactly how I feel. I feel awful. I feel irresponsible. I feel embarrassed. I feel relieved to be moving on.
One day about a month ago I woke up with a memory of something I had promised to do but didn't do. It was a pressing memory, one that said "Do something about me!" It had been so long since I last thought of it, it surprised me to think of it. --- Many years ago and I mean many, 6 to be exact, a friend asked me to transfer his brother in-laws funeral from the 8mm tape in the video camera onto VHS.(You see this is a very long time ago, back when VHS still existed) He had asked me to do it but I never did. It went from I'll do it tomorrow to later to I got lazy, I forgot, I probably had other excuses and then I totally forgot about it. I occasionally remembered but never took the time for it. In the mean time, I found out today, they forgot who had the tape. Yes, I believe I had the only copy of this funeral all these years, sitting in my house collecting dust. Just awful.....but the morning I woke up with this memory I felt the Spirit of God "pressuring" me to start something new. The first part included working to repair this, so I went looking for the tapes I needed, I relearned how to use the transfer equipment(thanks Ben), I found the phone number of the woman I needed to contact, I apologized to her and then I completed the circle by getting the tape to a family member that will bring it to her this weekend. It would have been so good had I been faithful to my promise in the beginning, instead I feel like crap for procrastinating. I could have done so much better- 6 years!!! Good thing God is so gracious and he doesn't condemn me or call me nasty names because that is what I feel like doing to myself right now.
So the second part of what this whole experience is doing in me is teaching me to keep my word. Unfortunately it seems I have a problem of promising and not following through, so I have made a list of all the things I can remember promising that I have not done yet and I am planning on slowly getting through that list and following through on my promises. And not making any new promises that I don't plan on keeping. And now after reading this you may understand better why I did this.
Disclaimer - If I ever promised you something and I didn't deliver, don't get too excited I did say I have to remember it.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Me and a Cinquain
I have nothing to say today, it's been 14 days and I've run out of things to say ...... I've been staring at the blankness for 10 minutes and nothing really grand has come to mind, so here is a picture and a poem, it's all I've got today.
After cross-country skiing with a friend in -40 weather.
*Cross-Country skiing
fantastic swift
moving breathing frosting
cold air in my lungs
winter
*I have been teaching cinquain poems this week
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