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Be a “Messy” Christian


Yup, that describes me.

I ain’t no one hour sitcom that figures it all out.

I don’t live in a magazine showhome.

Nope, not me.

Today, I bawled my eyes out twice talking to my friend in Germany and my cousin in PG.

Yup, crocodile tears rolling down my face.

Yup, that’s me.

I am the kind of girl that sometimes doesn’t even comb her hair.

And sometimes I even wear the same clothes TWO DAYS IN A ROW!

Had to admit it.

I don’t set aside specific “quiet” time to pray.

Not a lot of quiet time to be had.

This is what my morning quiet time looks like:


(Insert three wee boys at the end of the table running around, yelling eating breakfast.)

I do talk with our God throughout my day.

Please Lord, help me keep these boys alive!

I don’t attend church every weekend.

But I do worship and show gratitude to our Lord every day.

No, I am definitely not a nice and tidy Christian attending church every weekend, tithing my ten percent with my perfect “everything is just fine and dandy” smile on my face.

I am one “messy” believer in the Maker of the Universe, glory that God came for the imperfect, the ones that don’t have it all together, messy people like me!

Beautiful to know that God came as a baby, Jesus, and that we get to celebrate his birth next week!

And he was born in a stable.

Now if that ain’t messy, I don’t know what is!

Glory for imperfection.








My messy life.

With a beautiful birth.


Be Watching Nanny McPhee

When I asked my old bible study group in Vtown to pray for a new babysitter for us, I didn’t envision ending up lying on the floor in tears with a new DVD to watch. BUT I DID!

Last night the bible study girls were doing their study on listening to God. I am doing it here on my own, just soaking up the study from Priscilla Shirer like cocoa butter lotion.

20140212-142336.jpgThe basics of the study for me so far have been:
1. God wants to have a relationship with me, yup me! This ain’t about no religion nor specific church.
2. God is present all around me through His word, nature, people and circumstances. (I think I have seen that with all the coincidences lately)
3. To quiet the distractions of this world, I can be aware of God by opening my eyes and my heart as well as by just creating space and time. I do this by not watching TV nor running around like a crazy, busy woman.

Last night, I specifically asked the girls to pray for a new babysitter for us, as our babysitter is going to work at a Vineyard on March 1st.

Here is what happened next via Facebook messages with my awesome hugging friend, Karen:


Here’s the evidence:

Yup, God even reveals his goodness and love for ME through Nanny McPhee DVD’s.

(My apologies for my incoherent Facebook response. I hope you got the gist. It was hard to write while in tears on the floor!)

Be Loving People, Use Things


I used to drive by this church every day.   The quotes they put on their front billboard always fascinate me.

This quote made me want to weep.

When I first saw this sign I felt incredibly sad.  I was in a place of feeling like a discarded  “thing”.  As we are moving, certain friends have fallen away.  See this blog.

Two weeks later, I saw this quote with new eyes.  It made me want to cry tears of joy.

God had placed me with an incredible group of Christian women in a boot camp/bible study ran by our good friend “Bam” of HappyFitMe.

These women gave me hope as they shared of themselves, their healing, their love of God and their struggles.  Jesus’ loved poured out of each of them every time we were together.  The words were honest.  The actions were truthful.  They gave everything they had in our workouts at the playground, on the field, in the gym and in the pool.  It was incredible.

And now as our family moves down the lake into our new house, I have hope.

Hope that God will prosper me.  Hope that God does have a plan for my life.  Hope that the friends He will surround me with will be like these boot camp women and all the women that have walked/ran with me during this very difficult transition.  Image

Be Not Smelling of Smoke

I am constantly amazed at how my life lessons weave together without my intention or purpose.    Often it feels like everything is weaved together like a beautiful quilt, overlapping lessons made with the same fabric and bright new ones every day.

We have bought a house that had smokers living in it for over 40 years.  I walked in the door, got an immediate headache and had to walk out.   My husband smelt beyond the smoke and saw the great structure, new roof, windows, furnace and he knew that he could work to get rid of the smoke.  Me, I was not so optimistic.   I have not been overwhelming optimistic about this whole renovation project.

I grew up with a mother that smoked for a long time.   My sister and I finally harassed her enough that she stopped.  If I would go to a place where there was smoking, upon returning home I would immediately take off my clothes, put them outside and hit the shower.  The clothes never came back into the house until they were to go into the washing machine.   The smell of smoke repulses me.

I have a beautiful desk that I was given to me by my grandmother.  I remember my grandmother writing letters and in her journal at this desk.  BUT this desk lived in a smoking home for over 30 years, thus the desk has not make it inside our house.

Here it sadly sits in my parent’s garage:


One of my greatest life lessons has come this week, through the book of Daniel in the Old Testament and it is all about the smell of smoke.

A good friend and I are studying it with the help of Beth Moore.  This week we hit chapter three.  In this chapter, it talks about King Nebuchadnezzar building an image of gold ninety feet high and nine feet wide.  When everyone heard a sound, they were told to fall down and worship the image or they would immediately be thrown into a blazing furnace. Three Jewish men refused to bow down. Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego were given another chance, but they refused to bow down.  Here’s what King Neb did next:

– ordered the furnace be heated seven times hotter than usual

– commanded some of the strongest men in the army to tie the three Jewish men up and throw them into the blazing furnace

Here’s what God did:

– the flames of the fire killed the soldiers who took them up, but not Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego

– there were FOUR men walking in the fire (no longer tied up!)  Perhaps it was Jesus?

– lastly, the fire did not harm their bodies nor was a hair on their head singed; their robes were not scorched and there was NO SMELL OF FIRE ON THEM!

Whew, so I am going to exhibit a little faith, these men were thrown into a fire and didn’t even come out smelling like it, our house with a bit of elbow grease isn’t going to smell like smoke.  Thank you Jesus!

Now, I am feeling brave enough to use a little elbow grease of my own and get my grandmother’s desk ready to go into our new home.


Isn’t she a beauty?

P.S. If you want to know more about the story of King Neb and the gold statue, check out Daniel 3 in the Old Testament.  I had never read it before last week.  Pretty amazing!

Be Into James

I had to share with you a new DVD bible study that I am doing on Jesus’ half brother, James. WOWEEE…

A few thoughts from my two week study so far:

Quote from Martin Luther that he wanted to throw “Jimmy” in the stove.

“There are no easy answers to difficult things. It’s not neat and tidy. We cannot simplify the infinite. We can’t catch the Holy Spirit with a potato sack.”

James may have been the first book of the New Testament.

Chairein, Beth Moore. (Which is the Greek work for James’ salutation in James 1:1. Chairein means “JOY to YOU!”.

Chairein Everyone.

P.S. If you have never heard Beth Moore speak before, strap yourself in!

Be a Morning Person?

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a morning person. My pattern has been work late, exercise in the evening, sleep in when I can… and when I say sleep in, I mean til 10am or later.

The birth of 3 children aged 5, 3 and 1, have slowly lead me to become a morning person. I now regularly wake up between 5am and 6am, depending on which boss boy needs me.

Don’t tell any of my immediate family members, hence we might bring on a heart attack, but I actually enjoy my mornings now.

The boys and I eat breakfast, look out the window at the birds/snow/leaves, play some lego and we hangout together at our extra large borrowed Ikea table.

I even get a little bible study in, where I can read, reflect, pray and be thankful. What a way to start a day!

Be a Woman of Faith

We all put our “faith” into something. We have faith that our husbands will honour their marriage vows. We have faith that the furnace will come on the first cold day of fall. We have faith that our children will be safe in the care that we place them.

Faith according to http://www.merriam-webster.com/ is putting your complete trust into something and a sincerity of intentions, just to name a few definitions.

On May 16, 1993, as a University student, sitting in my childhood bedroom, I put my faith in Jesus. I asked the God of the Universe to show me he was present and he did.

Now I see my “faith” being lived out in the lives of my children. Each morning I have a quiet time to journal and read. I enjoy hanging out with Jesus and seeing what he wants to teach me. Most Tuesday nights I join an incredible group of ladies for a bible study/cry/laugh session. (You know women!)

Here are my boys one night before bath time, they decided to start their own bible study…