tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18514990096935680912024-03-12T20:59:36.815-07:00Be the ChangeSoul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-83289322969452637772018-09-24T05:00:00.000-07:002018-09-24T05:00:02.803-07:00I'm So Tired<div style="text-align: justify;">
I have been noticing something lately. I have control issues.</div>
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Okay, this may not be such an awe inspiring revelation. I think most of us have control issues in one way or another. </div>
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If you're a Mom, you have to be in control of so many decisions. So. Many. </div>
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And it feels like there are always questions to be answered. </div>
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Why aren't chocolate bars acceptable for breakfast? That last one way have been me...<br />
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It feels like it just won't stop some days. And I realize that the days are sometimes long, but the years are surprisingly short.</div>
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My youngest had her first sleepover at her grandparents the other night, and I felt like crying. Where did the time go? How did she get to be so big so fast? Had I stopped looking or paying attention somehow? </div>
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I am with her every single day. I homeschool, so I get to spend more time with my kids than most of the people I know. </div>
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I was paying attention. I am paying attention.</div>
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I have to find a way to always answer these questions. Not the easily solved ones, but the parts of my life where I really struggle.<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> But who do I go to for my questions?</span></div>
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Well, if I were smart, I would put down my control issues and go to the one who has the answers. All the time. The one who never tires of us asking.</div>
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He desires a relationship with us, we just have to ask. We have to ask those questions and then we have to do the truly hard part. We have to wait for the answer, trusting that it is all for our good.</div>
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In order to have rest, soul repairing rest, I have to go to Him. I have to hand it all over, and I have to trust that He loves me, even more than I love my littles. </div>
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And that every decision he makes it in my best interest, just like I do every day for my babies. (They will always be my babies in my heart). </div>
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He has built the entire universe. He decided that I was needed here. And He has plans so much great<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">er than I can ever imagine. </span></div>
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Heavenly Father, thank you for always doing what is best for me, even when I get in your way. Help me to trust that you are always working, although I don't always see it. Open my eyes to the opportunities that you put in my path, so that you don't have to work so hard to get through to me. And help me to always come to you, the one who loves me more than I could ever fathom. I pray this in faith. Amen.</div>
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He can't believe that I would want to wreck a new story by finding out how it all turns out. It would drive him nutty to know how it ends before he starts. </div>
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For me, I feel like I can handle whatever happens at the beginning and middle, as long as I know how it all turns out. </div>
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I still want all the details. I love to know all of the little steps and decisions that got them to that outcome. I just want the peace of knowing the outcome.</div>
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My chapters have brought me through many mountains and valleys, and I'd like to think that I have many more to experience. </div>
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And some days, I really question how I'm going to get through this. I don't know how that last little part of the chapter or story plays out, and it's hard. It's hard to take the next step when you don't trust your feet.</div>
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I don't know who needs to hear this today, but I know how this ends. I know who wins. Good will prevail. It may not be today, but at the very end, where it's important, good wins. </div>
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We know that all of these challenges and triumphs will pale in comparison to the prize we have waiting for us.</div>
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So friends, as we go about our days, I challenge you to remember that we know the end of the story. We know that love wins. And that is really all that you could ever ask for.</div>
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I've been spending a lot of time lately in self reflection, trying to figure out how to do it all. Most of these inspired thoughts come between 1 and 4 AM, as I try to get my non-sleeping 3 year old back to bed. You know, when you're completely rational and not at all stressed.</div>
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I wonder why out of my 3 kids, only 1 has slept through the night before the age of 4. </div>
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I wonder why they all have to be so different that I feel like I have to learn how to parent all over again each time I deal with a different child.</div>
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I wonder how to fit in more work. More housecleaning. More decluttering. More fitness. More quality time. All of those things that bombard us every day. More.</div>
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And you know what's worked the best? The one thing that has made my marriage better and my parenting more connected and relaxed?</div>
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It's something that is so very easy to push aside in the quest for the ever elusive "enough."</div>
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With the struggles of marriage, and parenting 3 incredibly diverse personalities, it seems counter-intuitive to think about me.</div>
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I realized the other night (early morning), that the times I've been a great spouse and parent all have one thing in common. That I stop believing I have to sacrifice me to be better for them.</div>
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That when I was making the effort to get up early in the morning to exercise, I was benefitting everyone, not just myself.</div>
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I had more energy and time to get the grunt work of life done. </div>
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I'm healthier and less like to fall sick to annoying little bugs that make their rounds.</div>
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I got to choose when I was waking up rather than always feeling annoyed to be woken up. </div>
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I had more day to day stuff done earlier, so I had more quality time to spend with my kids. They in turn had their tanks filled, and were happier and more secure in general.</div>
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And my mental health and fitness level were both improving to the point that I was more comfortable in my own skin, which, as every wife can attest to, makes them feel more confident in pursuing their husbands.</div>
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I know I'm not the first one to point this out fellow parents, and I'm likely to fall to old habits at some times too. </div>
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It is so easy to forget to take care of ourselves. And it's so easy to overlook the benefits to everyone around us when we do take care of ourselves.</div>
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Please join me in remembering how happy we are, and in turn how we can pour into those around us, when we actually take the time to take time. </div>
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And I promise you, I know that getting up earlier in the morning is detestable to many of us. That those extra minutes of sleep seem like the very thing you need the most. And at some stages, you really do. But maybe you can take a couple weeks to try out doing something for yourself. Even something that seems really small, but important.</div>
Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-33739178931165932232018-05-14T05:00:00.000-07:002018-05-14T05:00:08.966-07:00Gather Together<div style="text-align: justify;">
We have been blessed to have some friends of ours move back to town after almost a decade away. Real friends. It is such a huge gift in life to have real friends, isn't it? The kind of friends who offer help and actually mean it. Who truly care about you as a whole person.</div>
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These were actually friends of my husbands more so than mine. They moved back to have a more stable, less frantic style of life for their family. And it has worked. </div>
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My husband grew up with his friend in the church, and then they both kind of wandered away. Myself and his friends wife both had limited experience with the church growing up. It never really fit. I always felt a little bit less than all of the other people there, like I didn't quite fit in.</div>
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Then I met my soon to be husband, and it all changed. We started going to bible studies, and did a marriage class at his family's church. The church family began to adopt me. And it fit.</div>
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Our friends never joined us at church, other than our wedding day. And then they moved on to a totally different pace of life.</div>
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When they came back, she let me know that her youngest son was interested in going to church, and she had always told them that she would support them in whatever decision they made. And that she was willing to go with them to church if they chose. She was more of a spiritual person, believing as many do that doing no harm was really all that was needed. A relationship with God wasn't really required. </div>
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So they started to come to church with my and the kids. I introduced her to study bibles, which I've always found much easier to understand. We became the sounding board for her discoveries, which caused us to dig into the word more ourselves. It caused us to discuss things that we hadn't before. </div>
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She went from coming just to support her child, to encountering Jesus for the first time.</div>
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She was baptized recently, jumping in with both feet to this beautiful new relationship. She has renewed my desire to dig into this relationship that all too easily falls to the wayside. She has finally found where she fits. And it has been so beautiful to watch.</div>
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Friends, I know that it is oh so easy to neglect spending time building our relationship with Jesus. It feels like one of the balls that you can afford to drop. That thinking is the result of living in a fallen world, where we are convinced that things will make is happy. That the time spent working is time invested in acquiring all of the stuff that are supposed to fulfill us.</div>
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What would your life look like if you focussed on the people in our lives, and building relationships? What if we purposefully gathered people together instead of gathering more items? I think you would realize that the popular thinking isn't necessarily the right thinking. That maybe an older, simpler lifestyle, if adopted, could be more fulfilling than you can imagine. As the old saying states, people won't remember the colour of your couch at your passing, but they will remember the time you spent with them. </div>
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Let's spend our time gathering together to invest in memories. We can enjoy simple, filling meals at the same time that we pour into each other. </div>
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We can let go of the clutter that makes us feel like our houses are too messy to have guests. We can spend less time shopping for stuff to fill our houses, and simplify. Less time cleaning will also lead to more time spent gathering together. And you can bless someone out of your overflow of possessions at the same time. Isn't that a wonderful thought?</div>
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I truly believe that times like these are given to us to remind us that we have a truly loving Father who desires more for us than full closets. He wants us to have full hearts, that can pour into others. He wants us to have community. He wants us to reach out to the broken, the people just like us, that need to experience the grace that we have already received. </div>
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I don't know what your life looks like right now. I don't know if you have an amazing group of people to share life with, or if you are desperately praying for just one person to do life with. I do know that all of us would benefit from more time spent with our Heavenly Father. And that having people to share our burdens and joys with are what we were designed for. </div>
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Heavenly Father, I pray that you would open our eyes to the things we can let go of. That you would give us opportunities to unclutter both our houses and our minds. I pray that we would find meaningful relationships to build in to, and that we would maintain those relationships that we already have. I pray that we would learn to give grace as freely as you do, and that you would fill our hearts to overflowing, so that we could share with others. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
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After last year, I was pretty shaken. Weather events had been striking our little area for a few months, and they just weren't getting better. It started off with winter heading straight in to summer, seeming to forget about spring altogether.</div>
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We had roads washing out. We had creeks overflowing. A city close to us lost their beloved fire chief to the rushing water.</div>
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Then the fires. Oh be still my heart, the fires. We didn't have any rain to accumulate, and so the forest floors were beyond dry. And in came the thunder and lightning. I have always loved a good thunderstorm. When I was little, I would go outside and watch the storm build. Then the lightning could no longer be held in and was unleashed over the lake. And I'd sit there, counting the seconds until I heard the thunder. </div>
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It kind of felt like the clouds just needed to let everything out so that they could start new.</div>
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I LOVED thunderstorms. For 5 years in a row, when I was 12-17 years old, there was a thunderstorm on my birthday. They had never caused any devastation in my area, so I had no reason to fear them.</div>
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Then the roads washed out. And the fires struck and grew to unimaginable proportions.</div>
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This year is shaping up to be much the same so far. We went straight from winter (it was still snowing a few weeks ago), straight into summer dryness and temperatures. We haven't had a good rain since last October.</div>
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Roads are washing out. Creeks and rivers are overflowing. Peoples lives are being impacted in huge ways. </div>
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And I can feel God whispering, oh so quietly, in my ear, that He has me. I am safe in the palm of his hand. That I can see the beauty in the destruction. I can choose to remember how our entire province, and a neighbouring province pulled together to help us through. How people who had been affected by the fires in Fort McMurray 2 years ago remembered the pain they went through, and knew what we would need to get through. How I made friends with some of these men when they answered our prayers. And how He held all of us in the palm of His hand, both times disaster struck.</div>
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When I packed up my house last year, preparing to possibly say goodbye to my possessions, I was reminded that the people I share my house with are so much more important than the things I have packed in to it. That the memory books we've created mean more to all of us, as I wasn't the only one storing away those precious moments. </div>
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I don't know where you are today or what you are struggling with. I don't know if you are preparing to possibly have your life turned upside down, or things are already all muddled up and confusing. Maybe you have just climbed out of a pit and don't know which way to head next. I don't know. But what I do know is that every struggle has a blessing. It may be hard to see at the time, but I promise you that it is there. He is holding you in the palm of his Hand, with plans for your future that you can't even begin to fathom.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for all you have brought in to my life. I thank you for the family and friends you have given me, and I know that those people are exactly the ones I need right now. I thank you that I have the chance to prepare for the worst, because not everyone is given that time. I do not want to take for granted anything that I have been given. I lift up those who are struggling right now, that you would send them the help that they need. That they would know that you are there, patiently waiting to show them unshakable love and peace. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-71622321080190011942018-04-30T05:00:00.000-07:002018-04-30T05:00:32.305-07:00On The Outside<div style="text-align: justify;">
We spent a part of this last week at a homeschool event, which means we had to travel. I don't know how many of you travel with small children, but I can say that travelling with my particular small children is always an adventure.</div>
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Our week started with working really hard to get some projects finished. </div>
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Then our 8 year old German Shepherd had a stroke. This is our 8 year old Sweetie's best friend. He seems to be recovering okay, so far.</div>
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Then we hit the road. The journey to our destination actually went by really fast. We made our habitual stop an hour into our trip, stocked up on snacks, and went on our way. We stopped again for lunch and some more books at Value Village. And we made it to our hotel in record time.</div>
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Then the event was wonderful. The kids were in a day camp, and got to do so many cool things. And my friend and I got to shop for our supplies for next year, and just relax. It was a much needed chance to recharge.</div>
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I love homeschooling. Most days. And I wouldn't want it any other way. I love being there with my kids when they discover how to read. Or follow a rabbit trail to a new passion. It is an amazing thing to be able to teach my children how to love to learn rather than how to worry about tests. At this age, we don't have to do tests. </div>
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We stayed another day so that we could have the chance to catch up with a few friends. And enjoy big city shopping. And then we started on our way home.</div>
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We stopped about halfway home to stay the night as a special treat. For our dinner out, we chose a restaurant we hadn't been to before. Talk about adventure. Our waitress seemed to be having an awful night. At least judging by our experience. She got our drink order wrong. Then we waited for what seemed like forever (it was actually only 45 minutes) and still didn't have our food. When it came, it was wrong too. And my salad was filled with gross, slimy brown lettuce.</div>
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And all I could do was try to smile. Because my kids are learning at every opportunity. Even the ones where I'd rather they not be watching. You see, I wanted to give this establishment my entire opinion. Of how, after a long day of travel, with 3 small children, 2 of whom have hidden disabilities, the last thing I needed was to have the hassle of trying to explain this to my kids. Or to have to keep them contained in a restaurant for an extended period of time. </div>
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You see, on the outside, I have 3 cute, healthy, energetic kids. And on the inside, those kids have disabilities that aren't easily recognized. Ones that make waiting and understanding things like this very difficult. Ones that are draining. Especially when they aren't expected.</div>
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And as I sat there, trying to paste a smile on my face to show my children that you can be nice, even in continuously trying circumstances, I wondered what I wasn't seeing on the outside for them too. Maybe they had had a trying week too. Maybe someone they loved was struggling with health. Or maybe finances were a huge concern. Maybe their kids were going through something particularly difficult. I don't know, because on the outside, all of us adults were smiling.</div>
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I know that this was just one small blip on my radar, and that in a month I won't even remember our awful dinner experience. But after homeschooling my kids and knowing how closely they are watching me, I do know that every day gives you new chances to make the choice to give grace, even when its hard. I know that my kids watch my interaction with everyone from the lady ringing through our groceries, to the librarian (who is fabulous), to the man at the drive-thru at McDonalds. And they are watching how I treat every single one of them. </div>
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I understand that these little things may be nothing compared to what you are going through today. Trust me, I have faced challenges so much harder than this. I believe that we are given choices every day that will shape our tomorrow, and I feel that trying our best to be nice in both the big and the small can never hurt. We have all been put on this planet by a loving Father, for a purpose we may not yet understand, but we have all been put here to help spread the love.</div>
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So today, I challenge you to offer a smile. It doesn't cost any money at all, and only the slightest bit of time. Give them grace. Because even though they may be holding it together on the outside, you never really know what's going on inside.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for the grace that you show us, even in our darkest moments. That you allow us to grow knowing that we are still loved, no matter what we mess up. God, I ask that you open our hearts to those struggling around us, to just extend your love and grace to them, even when we don't want to. Help us to remember all of the times that you have forgiven us when we are wronged by someone else. And let us pass along your love to someone in need of it today. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
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Have you ever sat through a sermon that resonated deep down? Maybe you've read a book like that. Something that really spoke to your soul. That cemented that God really does love you. That he's still here. Broken bits and all. That there is an eternal hope for you.</div>
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I have had many "AHA" moments over the years in this relationship with Him. Some have been me looking back and seeing why something had to happen. Some looking forward, wondering how I got here. Maybe realizing something about a relationship and what went wrong. Or how to help someone. </div>
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The reasons for the moments don't matter as much as us paying attention to them. I think in the day to day it's pretty simple to get bogged down in the plethora of stuff in our lives. The work, appointments, sports, bill paying, grocery shopping days of our lives. The mundane. </div>
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It makes it easy to overlook for the remarkable little things. </div>
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The flock of birds flying to their summer home. How much work it is to relocate every 4-6 months. The storms they go through in faith. The things they must see on their journeys and what or if they ever think of those things.</div>
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The older gentleman who holds the door open for you because he feels being a gentleman is still important. That manners matter. And that you can still be an independent woman and appreciate small gestures of kindness and show gratitude for them.</div>
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We've really been struggling <strike>over the last decade</strike> lately with how to slow down. How to let go of the rat race and take the time to appreciate our lives. The little gifts we've been given, and the big. </div>
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A little while ago in church, our pastor was talking about how to slow down. How to let go. And at the time, it all made so much sense. Kind of like math class. It always made sense when I was sitting there, listening to the teacher explain it. Until I got home. Then all of a sudden, it was this confusing jumble of numbers that I had no idea what to do with.</div>
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I've been told how to slow down. I've read blog posts. I've ordered the books (that I haven't slowed down to read.) And I've noticed something.</div>
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If I vacuum my house every single day, it looks great. But at the end of the day, there are still 5 people living in this house, so it doesn't stay nice for long. So I can choose to value the illusion of clean, or I can choose to value the laughter of my kids and realize my house will one day be clean. That day just isn't today.</div>
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I think we all chase this image of perfection, believing it really is attainable, if only we do a little bit more. It isn't attainable. Not on this side of heaven. But what can we have then? We can have love. We can have laughter. We can hold each other up when we need it. We can love Him, and each other. I think that's as close as we can get. </div>
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And spotless floors and windows aren't how to do that. Not to me anyways. I'm not saying that you shouldn't pay your bills, or maintain your possessions or strive to better yourself. I'm just saying that perhaps those were never meant to be at the top of the list. </div>
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So maybe today, for a moment at least, that sermon doesn't have to fall to the wayside like those math problems. Maybe I can pay attention long enough to have the formula last. People first, at the top of the list. Worry about the "stuff" later. And worry about being perfect last, since it's not even a possibility.<br />
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Heavenly Father, I thank you today for your perfection. For showing us that we are loved without being perfect, and that we don't have to be, because you are. That you don't expect perfection at all. You expect growth. You expect love. And you give grace. Thank you so much for your graciousness. I pray that those who are confused or who are lonely would feel your love. I pray that when we are seeking the unattainable instead of the love, that you would speak gently to our hearts and redirect those desires. I pray that you would help us to value love above all else. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-8375353121894792302018-04-16T05:00:00.000-07:002018-04-16T05:00:32.156-07:00When the Bad Things Happen<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Our little town is hockey filled. The season here just ended actually. We have everything from the Timbit Teams, which are as young as 4 years old, to the senior hockey teams and puddle hockey teams. We too have a team in our provincial hockey league, filled with young people so eager to begin their lives.</span><br />
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Our entire country is reeling from the news of a catastrophic accident that happened earlier this month. I don't know the exact details of how the vehicles managed to collide, and really, that's not the important part. Lives have been permanently changed. Or ended. <br />
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There was a hockey team bus, filled mostly with teenagers, some who were graduating this June. Some of them maybe a year older, maybe a year younger. All of them teammates. All of them family to each other. <br />
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And none of them will ever be the same again. 14 lives were lost of the 29 that were on the bus. Countless family members and friends had their lives altered the exact moment those vehicles met. An entire community has been rocked. And our whole country grieves.<br />
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I can't even begin to imagine what they are going through right now. But do you know what I have seen? Love. Tears. People praying. Our town, 2 entire provinces over, has a memorial to the victims, both the living and the deceased. <br />
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The majority of us didn't even know there was a hockey team from Humboldt, much less know any of the team members. That isn't the important part. The important part is that our hearts are breaking right along with them, simply as human beings. And when the bad things happen, you want to help. Even if you can't. <br />
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There are no words that can change what happened. There is no possible way we can bring them back, or erase the pain that those left behind are facing. But through our actions, we can show that we care. That those lives, they matter. And so we show with our actions, as small as they may seem to be. <br />
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We wore our jerseys on Thursday. I have a little guy with a big heart, but who hates to dress up for things. Unless there is candy involved anyways. He didn't want to put his jersey on until I showed him the hundreds of pictures of people all over the world wearing theirs. I explained that there was no way we could heal their hearts or bring back the loved ones, but if we could do one small thing to show them that they were loved, we needed to do it. Those lives were important and we had to show them that we knew they were hurting, but those lives mattered. <br />
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We hug our loved ones a little bit tighter, grateful that we can. We think of those around us, realizing how blessed we are to still have them with us. And we show support to those that need it. We become the helpers, just like Mr. Rogers used to say. He is well known for a quote saying that when bad things happened when he was a little boy, his mother used to tell him to look for the helpers. There are always helpers. <br />
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for sacrificing your one and only Son for us, so that we would know you. I pray that all of those who are lost and hurting right now would feel your presence stronger than they have ever felt it before. I ask that you would open our eyes to the ways we can help those around us, and to encourage our hearts to want to do those very things. I pray that we would all begin to slow down and spend more time with people, not working for things. And I pray that all of those affected by this would be drawn closer to you, even in the hardest moments. In faith I pray. Amen.<br />
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<br />Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-67512404976227437232018-04-09T05:00:00.000-07:002018-04-15T16:46:59.716-07:00The Power You Have<div style="text-align: justify;">
As I sat in church this Easter Sunday, I was reading ahead of the specified verses for the sermon, and I discovered something new to me. </div>
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Women were the only ones to help Jesus between the crucifixion and the resurrection. Now, this may not seem that important, because, really, how hard can it be to help someone who is no longer with us? They had worked to gather the necessary supplies to finish the burial rituals, as this was often considered woman's work anyways. It was the mundane that they were tasked to. <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Except that in this case, it was actually supernatural. </span></div>
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Jesus had told all of the disciples what was going to happen, but they still had to fight their own eyes. They had to follow with their hearts more than anything else.</div>
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The women went to the tomb in the morning, ready to continue their work. And found the biggest surprise so far in their lives. It was empty. How could that be? What could have happened? Had the tomb been raided?</div>
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And then a vision of angels appear, proclaiming His resurrection. Jesus was resurrected, just as He had promised.</div>
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All of this happened in the presence of women rather than men, and I have to believe that it was that way for a reason. That it wasn't a mistake that this was all given to the women.</div>
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I kind of got lost in my own thoughts after this, thinking about how that would have worked around 2,000 years ago. Women weren't highly regarded. They weren't really supposed to speak out of turn, or to bring attention to themselves. And yet here they were, having to proclaim the news that the tomb was empty. That they had seen angels. And that they knew that His promise was indeed still true.</div>
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After the sermon ended, we had a baptism. A woman who was new to our church decided to make the public commitment of a water baptism. She had no family in our church, no best friend to welcome her through the doors. And yet she decided to follow Jesus, and to do it in our church.</div>
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The pastor gave her a chance to share her testimony, and then he asked for some of the people to come up and pray for her. He didn't name anyone specifically, he just asked for volunteers.</div>
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Do you know who went up to pray over her? The women of our church. They stepped forward in faith, much like this woman was doing, and prayed for this woman they didn't really know. They didn't have to have to perfect words, or know her life story. They had to say yes to God's calling and show her that she was loved.</div>
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In no way am I trying to say that women are better. I don't believe that there is a "better" sex, as we were created different from each other for a reason. And I think that this is one of the most beautiful parts of those differences.</div>
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We have many men in our church who are willing to pray for those who need it, or to lend a hand when someone needs help. But by and large, it is still the women who step forward in situations like these. I think that women were created with a special desire to follow our hearts more, and to allow us to be able to reach out to others in those times, even if its out of our comfort zone.</div>
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And I think maybe the greatest example of that was given to us in the account of those women who had to step out in faith, follow their hearts, and proclaim the resurrection of Christ.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for the gift of your Son. I thank you that he came down to live among us, and to be your perfect example to us. I thank you for the love that I don't have to do anything to deserve, as that price has already been paid. I pray that you would empower me to follow my heart when I see those who need that love and grace. I pray that I would have eyes that see people as you see them, with your perfect vision rather than my imperfect lenses. I pray that those who are feeling lost or lonely would encounter you today. That they would know that the sin in their lives has been taken care of and that they are worthy of you, by your awesome love along. Thank you for all you have given to me. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-66452396764906176732018-03-28T09:16:00.000-07:002018-04-15T16:37:40.726-07:00Spread the Love!<div style="text-align: justify;">
It feels as though the whole world is a little less friendly these days. As all the groups are protesting all the other groups, and as all the politicians bash the other politicians, it's so easy to get wrapped up in spreading it around. One little click of a button, and you can feel as though you've helped your cause.</div>
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I don't think that there is anyone who truly doesn't know the state of our planet and the disrepair of the hearts in it. All you have to do is turn on your TV, radio, phone, tablet or computer, and you are bombarded with the bad. </div>
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By that little click, or that conversation over the water cooler, we choose what is important to us. What can you do today to share the good? Or better yet, what can you do today to add a little good to your world?</div>
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I'm not here to tell you how to use your social media accounts, I just wanted to put an idea out there. What if instead of sharing an article protesting something, we shared an article showing how someone showed love in that same instance? What if we made it a mission to spread the love with the awareness?</div>
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If you look hard enough, you can always find something great to share. It could be as simple as sharing that a couple of weeks ago, there was nice man who waited while I unloaded my groceries so he could put my cart back for me. </div>
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Or maybe there was a super long line at the grocery store, but the cashier still tried to make conversation with you. You can almost guarantee that she's had at least one rude customer during her shift, but she's still trying.</div>
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Maybe you looked up at the sky and noticed a beautiful cloud, or a neat bird, or the sunset/sunrise was just breathtaking.</div>
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I have this little sign up on my wall that says, "What if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?" What would you have woke up to this morning if that were true?</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for all of the blessings in my life. I thank you even for the events that don't feel like blessings at the time, because I know you are working behind the scenes to help all things in my life be good. I ask that you would be felt and heard over all of the noise in the world today. That people would turn to you more than Google and Facebook. That they would look around and try to make their little piece of the world a better place. I pray that you would open the eyes of our hearts to see others as you see them. And I thank you for loving us, even though we are broken. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
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<br />Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-6724057222484023072018-03-26T13:23:00.003-07:002018-03-26T13:23:43.848-07:00He Is FaithfulTo all of the parents slogging through the trenches of raising littles, I salute you. Or at least I would if I had the energy to lift my arms. <br />
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It's hard, isn't it, this always being on call? It feels like we are always being pulled in 60 different directions at once, and we don't really know which way to head first.<br />
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At church this morning, we heard a message from an out of town speaker, who wanted to share his story. He was raised in a Christian home, went to a Christian school, and as a teenager, decided sports were much more important than pursuing Jesus. So he didn't.<br />
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Then one day, he chose to go to Thailand with Youth With a Mission. He was going to use his basketball skills to reach out to the lost teenagers. Except what he didn't realize was that they didn't actually like basketball.<br />
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Enter Plan B. He met a man who spent the 70's as many spent the 70's, wearing tie dye clothes, long hair, and having an attitude of free spiritedness. Right up until that man met Jesus. He was never the same again. And now he was mentoring this kid who hadn't really turned his back on the Lord, but had never really tried to get to know him either.<br />
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Plan B included going to Bible school in Asia, planting churches, learning to preach and heal, and becoming so passionate about all of these things that he stopped pursuing God again. He was so busy pursuing others in the name of God, that he forgot to spend time just talking to God.<br />
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After a few years, he was so burnt out, he had to come back home to rest. His body and soul were starving.<br />
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My life feels like that some days. I get so busy trying to raise my kids up with manners and morals that I forget that I can't receive the rest He promises to all of us who are weary and burdened. <br />
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I have to stop. I have to listen. And I have to remember that He is faithful. He will give me the strength to get through my days, if only I would stop trying to have all of the strength myself.<br />
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He will fill in all of the holes I will leave in my imperfection, if only I trust Him to do so.<br />
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He will help me to rest in His peace, if I could just slow down and seek him.<br />
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So to all of my fellow parents, who feel like this part will never end, have faith that it will. And it will be filled with children who don't need us so much anymore, and we can finally rest. At least until they are teens. Then just maybe, we will wish for the days that we are in the midst of right now.<br />
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Heavenly Father, I thank you so much for these beautiful children. I am blessed that you have chosen to give them to me, even on the days where I feel so unprepared to have them. I pray that you would give me wisdom and grace, each and every day. I ask that you would fill in any gaps that I leave, as I am sure to leave them. I pray that you would let me see them through your eyes in those hard stages, so that I would be able to show them your unshakeable love. I pray that you would help me to rest in your when I feel weary and burdened, and that you would hold me up with your unfailing strength. And most of all, I pray that I would know, deep down, that I am never alone. In faith I pray. Amen.Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-86468356664130665662018-03-19T05:00:00.000-07:002018-03-19T05:00:07.403-07:00Just a Smile<div style="text-align: justify;">
My Facebook feed was filled with the news this morning. No, it wasn't a national disaster, or a school shooting or anything like what we've been seeing lately. </div>
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It was the news that our community had lost one of our "less fortunate." </div>
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He was a simple man, with no earthly possessions. He had no home, no bed, no vehicle. Just his clothes, a guitar and a smile. </div>
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And yet the news of his passing had blown up my whole feed. </div>
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It all started when the fires forced our evacuation last summer. This gentleman was bussed to a nearby city, and then he seemed to vanish. Some people would say they had seen him and talked to him. But then, even after we all made it home, he never did. There were search committees organized to go as far as 5 hours away from us. It was spread on the news. And we never stopped searching. </div>
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He was finally found, but not in the way we had hoped.</div>
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How is it possible that this one man had such an effect on our communities? </div>
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He didn't donate thousands of dollars to those in need. He was one of those we considered in need. </div>
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I don't know what challenges you are facing today. I do know to some of you, those challenges are going to seem insurmountable. I know that this gentleman certainly didn't have it easy, but I do know that he managed to spread joy to those around him in the simplest of ways. So I challenge you this week to find someone who needs nothing more than your smile, and give it to them. It can't hurt to try.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you today that I was blessed enough to have met this man, and many others like him. I pray that he is with you now, and that he knows the incredible impact he had. And I pray that we would be inspired to remember that your love is ever present, and that it doesn't need to be complicated or time consuming for us to show it to others. Show us those around us that need just a smile, or maybe for someone to lend them an ear. Open our eyes to those people, and enable us to remember that we are able to be the answer to their prayer, if only we would say yes. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
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Today was one of those days. My husband was playing drums during worship, and it was the end of church. They always do one closing song. I was praying for my father in law, and giving thanks for all of the blessings. The song said something about mountains, and this feeling just slammed in to me. I wasn't the only one who felt it either. At exactly the same time, the worship leader reacted.<br />
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I have no idea what he was praying for. We both tried to continue singing, neither one of us being very successful, but the congregation sang on. <br />
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It's a surreal feeling when you aren't the only one being bombarded by His love. I didn't know how to feel that both of us were being so affected at the same time, but I was certainly glad that He made us know that he was hearing our prayers.<br />
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I feel like the more willing I am to feeling His presence, the more I can. Does that make sense? When I put myself to the side and concentrate on His voice, I get better and better at hearing it. I just have to work harder at hearing it.<br />
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Then this afternoon, I was listening to my daughters paint their nails. My oldest was treating my youngest to birthday celebration nails. My oldest has a birthday coming up, and wants everyone to be in on the festivities.<br />
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My little is pretty fidgety, as most 3 year olds are. Sweetie was being so patient, adding layer after layer of her own nail polish, waiting to start her nails until Munchkin's were done.<br />
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I was sitting in the other room, reading, trying to decompress from the last month.<br />
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And all of a sudden, I hear Sweetie, cheering on her sister for sitting so well, even though she knows its hard for Munchkin to sit still for very long. <br />
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It was letting me know that in spite of me, and trying to make myself responsible for everything and everyone, He's got this. He's filling in the holes I leave behind in my imperfection. And He's there with them as much as He is with me. <br />
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In spite of me, He will succeed. Not because of me. So maybe I can let go of some of that pressure, and realize that I just have to show up and listen. <br />
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I don't know what your day was like, or what challenges you are facing. They are probably much larger than mine. That's okay. He's bigger than all of it. He's got this, and He's got you.<br />
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for all of the blessings in my life. I thank you for my littles, and the wisdom they bring to each and every day. I thank you for the challenges they bring, that help me to grow as a parent, even on the days where I am fighting the opportunity to grow. I thank you that even though I'm stubborn, you are even more so. I lift up all of those that are struggling to still their hearts and hear that small, still voice that is waiting for them. I pray that they would hear Your voice, and feel your love like never before. I faith I pray. Amen.Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-58501707919655796782018-03-05T05:00:00.000-08:002018-03-11T18:24:17.291-07:00Trust Like A ToddlerWe were at church last Sunday, worshipping and singing, when I noticed something. Now, I have had small children with me every weekend that I have been at church for my adult life. This is what happens when you become a Christian when you get married. Lol.<br />
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I was trying to pay attention to the songs, all while watching my 3 little bundles of energy race around, when I noticed something. My littlest, Munchkin, was moving back and forth between the adults. She would walk over to someone, hold her arms up, and have complete confidence that they would reach down, pick her up, and hold her safe. Now I know, this was not a stressful situation, she was not nervous at all, but it was an eye opening moment for me anyways.<br />
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You see, I have been struggling a lot lately, trying to manage (or maybe control) my little world. Having to organize, set-up, and research for Sweetie and her Aspergers diagnosis is a part time job these days. Trying to pay the right amount of attention to my Little Dude, who has struggles of his own, not including being a boy who is always surrounded by girls. And my Munchkin, who is in the midst of potty training.<br />
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I walked in to church, dropped my kids off with my in laws, and walked out crying. I couldn't do it. I was never going to be enough for all of these little people. God must have made a mistake when he decided to give me these little bundles of joy, because I was in no way equipped to do this whole mothering thing. I was failing miserably. I mean, who ignores their children so much that they can get in to so much trouble in just a couple days?!? Why weren't the Child Services people knocking on my door right now? <br />
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I was a mess. My sister in law came downstairs and prayed for me, and told me that I was the perfect Mom for these kids, even if I didn't feel like it. God doesn't make mistakes, including making my family. <br />
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And then she proceeded to tell me how jealous she was of me as a mother. I was always taking my kids to cool places, giving them memorable experiences. I was homeschooling them so that I could pour everything I had in to their little lives. I worked from home, and worked part time outside the home while managing to do all of this. From the outside looking in, she couldn't believe that I could do all of this, and keep it up as long as I had. And that she had always wanted to be that kind of Mom, but just never managed to. It struck me as kind of ironic that someone who I considered to be an amazing mother would be jealous of me, especially when I usually feel like such a mess.<br />
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I told her how I loved that she has great relationships with her kids, and that she knows all of their friends. She's one of those cool Mom's that her kids like to be around. Mine are just stuck with me. Lol.<br />
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We prayed, I fixed my face, and then I went back upstairs. My littles decided that they didn't want to do church any more that day, and I just didn't have any energy left to fight them to stay, so we went home.<br />
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And then the next weekend, I watched my little girl, go from family member, to friend and back again, completely confident that they had her. And it dawned on me. I wasn't enough. But I was never supposed to be. I was supposed to reach my arms up to my heavenly Father, and trust that he had me. Because he does have me. All day, every day, even when I feel like an abysmal failure. <br />
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In the midst of all my mothering angst, my 3 year old already had it figured out. When I need Him most, I just have to seek Him and it will all work out. My job is to lean on the Father who will always pick me up, not to carry the world on my shoulders and feel defeated when I can't hold it all up.<br />
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I have decided that the weekend where I felt so destroyed by my life, I will choose to view as a triumph. I loved my kids, and hugged them. Then I cleaned the floors, my husband fixed my truck, and we moved forward. We didn't stay in the hard days, or dwell on them. We triumphed over them, because we kept going, and chose to learn from those moments. <br />
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I took pictures of the mess, before we cleaned, so that I can look back on these days and remember these little moments, that one day, will be treasured memories.<br />
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And then the next weekend, God chose to show me that he was there, in it all. <br />
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I don't know what you are facing today, but I do know that He has a plan. And it's a good plan, even if it feels more like a valley than a beautiful mountain view right now. And that there is someone who is looking at your life, thinking about how amazing you are, and how they wish that they had a quality you don't even remember you have. I know that some days, it feels like no matter how much you give, it will never be enough. So on those days, remember you are enough, and that you are here on purpose, for a purpose. A purpose so much bigger than you can even fathom. Think of my little girl, holding her arms up, knowing she will be held, and know that you can have that same thing, if only you trust and ask. <br />
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Heavenly Father, I pray that you would hold close those who are feeling defeated right now. I pray that you would bring people in to their lives that will lift them up to you, and will let them know that they don't have to be perfect. They only need to be who you created them to be, and to strive to be better than they were before, not perfect, just better. Or at least trying to be better, even on those days when you feel less. I pray your wisdom and discernment over parents, and I pray that you would help us to give grace to our children, just as you show us grace. I pray that we would have the same trust as my toddler. And I thank you for granting me the ability to breathe life into these littles. In faith I pray. Amen.Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-36621672750560499712018-02-05T05:00:00.000-08:002018-02-05T05:00:15.567-08:00Facebook Perfect Lives<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was a girl I'd known in high school. You know, those girls that always seemed so picture perfect. Makeup always flawlessly applied, newest in-style clothes, perpetually surrounded by friends, and always had plans for the weekend. I haven't seen her very much since high school, and we never did run in the same circles, but it always seemed like she had this fabulous life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You see, huddled on the curb of the store, her little girl curled into her, sat this woman. And she was having a pretty intense day. The man crouched in front of her, right in her face, threatening to her in a low voice, trying to make it seem as though they were just having a conversation. Except I could see the fear in her eyes, and the way that her hands were nervously picking at her arms, wanting desperately to be anywhere but where she was, but not able to get out. And the poor little girl with questions in her eyes that no child should ever have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It broke my heart. Actually, it's still breaking my heart. That she feels like she has nowhere to go. That this little girl has to question her safety as if its part of her day. That this barbarian feels that he has a right to do this to them. And I'm not saying this the woman can't be the aggressor in the relationship. But that wasn't the case today. He was the one in her face, making threats, talking about taking away all the money and her car, not letting her get away. He was the one that wouldn't move when she asked. He was the one trapping that innocent little girl beside her mother, forcing her to listen to all of this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I tried to make eye contact with her, at least to let her know that someone was there, but she was looking down at the ground, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I moved down the sidewalk a little, with all three of my littles in tow, and pretended that I was waiting for a ride. Not directly beside them, so that my kids would notice what was going on, but close enough that I could try to help if things escalated.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And I watched person after person walk by. None of them even looked down at them. I waited a good 5-10 minutes, shaking in anger and fear for this poor woman and child, and no one else even noticed. I was getting ready to put my babies in my truck, drive it over to where I could lock them safely in, and then maybe I could do something. Anything. I couldn't just stand there and let this woman think that no one would help her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After awhile, a store manager was walking in to start his shift, and I motioned him over. He looked at me funny, and was going to keep walking. I motioned a little bit more convincingly, and he finally came over. I pointed to where they were, and told him that his store was on the brink of having some major domestic drama unfolding and at last, someone else noticed. I told him that I had been standing there for quite some time, hearing a lot of threats, swearing, and tears.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He walked over to where they were, and just stood there. He didn't say anything. He simply took his phone from his pocket, ready to dial if he needed to. But I am absolutely positive that if I hadn't drawn his attention to it, he too would have walked right by. They all walked into the store a minute or two later. I don't know what happened after that. I can imagine, but those images will keep me from sleeping tonight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No one seems to really want to get involved in other people's lives anymore. We're all scared that something bad is going to happen if we help, so we stand by and do nothing. I'm not saying that we need to put ourselves or those that we love in the line of fire. But there has to be someone that lets those who are being abused know that there is help out there. That someone does care, that they are worth it, their lives are in danger, and there is a way out. There are people who will help them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you have a friend who is struggling, or you suspect that something is going wrong in their life, stick close. Help them. Be available to them. When you are the victim of abuse, any kind of abuse, you begin to doubt that you are worth saving, or that there are people out there who can save you. You don't want to put others at risk because you made bad decisions, and if you ask them for help, they may be in physical danger for helping you, so you just don't ask. You keep waking up each day, wondering if today is finally going to be the day that ends it. Or if someone is going to notice that those "walls" or "doors" or "stairs" keep leaving you bruised and battered more and more often. You're terrified to leave, but terrified to stay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I looked at this woman's Facebook profile when I got home. And it shows all of these perfect pictures. Family vacations. Holidays where everything looks amazing. She has a photo of her, her husband, and both of their kids cuddled up and smiling. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She is one of the many that has one of those Facebook perfect lives. And if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have believed she really did have that perfect life she's always seemed to have.</span></div>
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<a href="http://www.thehotline.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">National Domestic Violence Hotline</span></a></div>
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<a href="http://www.awhl.org/" target="_blank">The Assaulted Women's Hotline </a></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.dawncanada.net/issues/issues/we-can-tell-and-we-will-tell-2/crisis-hotlines/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Crisis Hotlines</span></a></div>
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<a href="http://endingviolencecanada.org/getting-help/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ending Violence Association of Canada</span></a></div>
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<a href="http://domesticabuseservices.ca/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Domestic Abuse Services</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I haven't posted in a long time. And I could make excuses about being too busy, or life getting in the way. But if I'm honest, I just couldn't. I lost me. Somehow, in the chaos that is my life, I just gave up. I'm not talking about wanting to give up on life altogether. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm talking about just putting one foot in front of the other until I get to go back to bed. Shuffling through my own life as if it were this boring TV program, and I just didn't care to watch what happened next anymore. And the last 18 months have been pretty emotionally stressful, but nothing truly terrible happened, so where did it all go wrong?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I think it just got too easy to focus on the hard. In today's society, there are bad things happening everywhere. You don't have to look for them, they are all over the place. And if you have access to the internet, it seems like there is nowhere to hide to get away from all of the bad. And so that becomes the head space you live in. Not only is your own personal life hard, but life everywhere sucks. Or at least that's what gets to be easy to believe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have a fabulous life. I just really needed to get back to God. To get back to seeing that I have 3 beautiful, physically healthy children. To pray more often. To focus on what I can do to help, rather than what I can't do in the world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">To realize that even though I feel like I'm failing every single day as a Mom, I was chosen to be their Mom for a reason. Even if I can't begin to fathom how I am qualified to take these beautiful souls and not mess them up. My job is to love them, to pray for them, and to do my very best. The perfect part is up to Him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My house is always messy. I have 3 kids under the age of 8, 2 of which I homeschool. While the other destroys the house. And I know it won't always be this way. One day, sooner than I'm ready for, they won't want to play all of the games with me, or have me read them books while they snuggle on a cold winters day. And I can choose to see the mess, or create the memories. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have the opportunity to not only instill the basics of the 3 R's into my kids lives, but I also have the availability to show them how to have those other basics skills not so readily taught nowadays. How to do laundry. How to clean a house, plan a healthy menu on the fly, and how real life really looks. You know, outside of the TV "reality" shows that are loved so much. I have spoken to 18 year olds at the grocery store that still have their parents doing all of these things for them and have no idea how they'll function once they move out, so they just don't move out. I love my children, I truly do. But I do want them to experience life independently, so I can give them the skills to move into adulthood with confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I can look around at the need in my community and feel awful about it. Or I can step up and do small things to make it better. I don't have to solve all the problems, and I really can't solve them all. But I can take a look at my abilities, and use them for the good of others when I have time. And it's pretty hard to feel sorry for yourself when you're pouring love into the lives of those who need it so much more than you can imagine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In short, I can find myself by focussing on the "Yes, I can" moments. I can stop at the end of my day, and write down one good thing that happened today. And on the days where I just can't pull myself out of the funk, I can look back at the thing's I've written down, and gain inspiration for tomorrow.</span></div>
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I don't know if you're feeling like you just don't know how to do life and like it. And I'm definitely not saying that if you're feeling like life truly isn't worth living that a trip to the doctor isn't also called for, because sometimes it's simply more than we can change ourselves. And it's okay if you need to do that. It's actually an awesome thing if you can, because it shows how brave you are, and that you realize that sometimes the brain needs a little help. Society has decided that you have to have it all, strive for even more, be perfect, and happy all the time. And society has it so wrong. <span style="font-family: Georgia; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Do what it takes to make you a priority again. </span>So ask for the help, do what you can, and have faith that it will get better. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Life is slowly beginning to go back to normal. Or at least as normal as it can. We still have days that are hazy with smoke. We still have to remind ourselves that those clouds are really just clouds, not another massive fire ready to come over the mountain again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some days, it feels like life is safe again. To be completely honest, this whole ordeal has affected me more than I ever would have imagined. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I have avoided taking my kids to see the destruction, striving to protect them from the images when things were still so uncertain. I didn't want them to have those pictures in their heads when it still felt like we were living in the thick of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now that the smoke is almost gone, and the gorgeous colours of fall are appearing, I thought it might be cathartic to give the kids cameras and go hunting for the life rising from the ashes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As we drove down the road from our house, we talked about how this summer is a perfect example of how life is sometimes. I told the kids that at some point in their lives, you're going to face hard times. How it's going to feel like you're never going to see the light at the end of the tunnel and how it's going to feel like they're all alone. They're going to wonder if God has abandoned them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So this afternoon we went looking for the life that comes after the hard. I challenged the kids to find the most beautiful green thing that they could amongst the ashes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As we walked through the devastated forest, we were all excited to see the grass in the bushes and the trees returning to green from the roots. The kids explored, touching the bark on the trees and finding the holes left by the burning tree roots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I told them that this summer we all walked through something really really hard. And the hard in life is going to happen again so I wanted them to have pictures in their minds from today to remember. That what we saw today was going to be their example that His love is even in the ashes. That seeing the green today would remind them that He has a plan. And that if they can trust Him to walk through it with them, at the end they'll see green too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">After we got home, I looked over all the pictures we had taken that afternoon, and my beautiful, soft-hearted little boy somehow managed to find this. Love in the ashes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I don't know what it is that you're facing right now. I do know that you are not alone. You are loved. You are enough. And if you can find a little hope, you will get through this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And then someone brings out a guitar and asks you all to sing workship songs. Without the lyrics in front of you. And your heart starts to beat faster and faster.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Well, if you let go and just sing, it can actually be pretty cool. I didn't grow up with a Christian background. I grew up singing rock and country, not gospel. I knew some of the words to sing, but not all of them. And I've been told I have a less than perfect singing voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The thing is, no one asked me for perfect. All I had to do was be willing. Willing to worship, and join my voice with many others. And my voice didn't stand out. At least, no one complained. ;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I couldn't help but wonder as we were sitting there, being stretched out of our comfort zones, how often God only asks us for our willingness. I'm sure you've heard that God equips the called rather than calling the equipped. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And it's just that easy. We put the desire for perfection there, not Him. Society today has put this need for outward perfection on every Mom. And most of us feel stuck trying to be everything. Perfect wife, making sure we are always pouring our everything into our spouse. The quintessential hockey Mom, joyfully lugging all of that equipment to the rink at all different hours of the day. The best friend, always having the perfect thing to say, no matter the situation. The parishioner that always has the time to help with every single event happening. Taking the time out of our busy days to surf Pinterest and making perfect meals and crafts to adorn our houses according to the seasons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">While my bible certainly says to strive for my best, working cheerfully for my family and to contribute to the kingdom, never once does it tell me I have to be perfect. It actually tells me I'm not perfect. That was the job of Jesus. He was sent to encourage us that times will be hard, we will be challenged, but that He is the only way to make our lives work. To put Him first and let God work out the rest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So why do we spend our days, weeks, months and years beating ourselves down for something that we can truly never attain?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My friends, could we all just agree to stop this here? Can we start off our mornings asking God to prepare us for the day ahead? And take it one day at a time, putting our best into everything we truly need to do, not all the stuff everyone else thinks we should do. And play to our strengths. Let your friends help you. Let your friends share your burdens as you want to share theirs. That's exactly what they are there for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After we finished our worship this morning, I got to see a little into the hearts of these women. And they are precious. Each of us shared in feeling like we were being stretched to the limit, constantly pouring ourselves out for those around us, struggling to be enough of everything for everyone. And we were all feeling like we were failing in one or more area, if not all of them at times. And we had the privilege of sharing the knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles. And it was such a weight off of our chests to realize that we all feel the same way, but we are all trying our best. And that we could all feel that we have someone so powerful on our side that we can't help but be successful in the things that are truly important. If our voices could somehow blend to create a beautiful harmony singing for him, how much more could we do if we continue to pour into Him and each other?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My voice, while certainly imperfect, and unsure at times, was exactly what it needed to be this morning. Pure. Filled with awe that even while there are a plethora of days that I feel like I fall so short, He is enough. He will fill in the important things. I just have to be willing to trust. To take that step, no matter how much I want to control it, of just letting go and letting Him figure it out. The days that I've woken up and handed it all over to him work out so much better than the days where I run myself ragged trying to do it all myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Heavenly Father, I thank you today for all of the gifts you have given me, especially the ones that I take for granted. I thank you that you have trusted me with these beautiful children, and that you are there to fill in any holes that I leave behind. I am so blessed that you love me, even at my worst, and I pray that you would fill me with the grace you have shown me so that I may show it to those around me. Help me to see the important steps I need to take through your eyes, not the eyes of the world. And help me to see the people around me as you see them, imperfect but beautiful each in their own way. I pray that we could all let go of the notion of perfect and concentrate instead on using our gifts to bring truth and love to those around us. In faith I pray this. Amen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">We have thousands of firefighters sleeping on cots in tents, after working 18 hour days trying to fight these "fire beasts." We have hundreds of arm personnel coming in for 2 week tours, helping in any way that they can. We have RCMP volunteering to come into evacuation order zones, spending time away from loved ones so that the homes that do survive the fires aren't ransacked by others. All of these service people are saying how amazing their experience has been, with the communities supporting them in any way that they can.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">People have lost their houses, with all of their possessions inside. Some have built those homes with their very own hands. One family that we know of lost their house in 2010, the last year we had fires. And again this year. Twice they've had to sift through their remaining belongings hoping to save something of meaning. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">I have felt few feelings in my life worse than helplessness. We as humans are wired to want to control what is going on around us, and when nature takes over, we lose that sense of control. We lose our sense of safety with all of the unpredictable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One of the groups He brought was Samaritans purse, with some amazing volunteers, into our little town (and many others), and gave us the power to help others. His love is shining brightly through those willing to show up and serve others. Through the smoke, ashes and tears, people are going to know they are loved, even in their darkest hour.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My father in law, who himself was evacuated from his house for almost 3 weeks, said he has felt the most beautiful feeling - contributing in a way that would truly make a difference. He said that he felt more in sifting through those ashes, helping out people he has never even met before, than he ever has after a day of work. There is no hopelessness in that. Only power. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You can drive in any direction from my house and find blackened trees and burnt yards or fields. But through all of that black, you can see life returning. And all you have to do is look around you to feel grateful for all you still have.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I don't know where you are walking today, but I do know that you are not alone. Even if the path seems barren and hopeless, there will once again be light. I know we are not the only one facing the ravages of natural disaster. But you are not alone. And He will get us through it. I pray that you can be a light to someone through all of this. That the love of Christ would shine through all of this so brightly that He could no longer be denied. That the overflow of water and the reaches of the flames would be no match for the love of His people. In faith I pray. Amen.</span></div>
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These last few days have been emotionally challenging. I live in BC, Canada, and this particular area is surrounded by wildfires. Literally surrounded. North there are several fires that hamper our escape. East there are fires threatening the homes of those I care about. And fires to the south that have destroyed the homes and businesses of many. And to the west, there is a massive fire that has caused some friends to have to flee, leaving loved ones behind to try and save their homes and livelihoods. </div>
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I have watched friends pack up to leave. I have watched neighbours flee their houses. And I have sat and explained to my kids to the best of my ability what is going on around us. We have prayed. We have asked others to pray.</div>
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We have tried to stay strong in the face of constant uncertainty.</div>
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But do you know what I think about most in the midst of all of this broken? The beauty. How crazy is that? We are surrounded with plumes and gusts of smoke billowing through our town, and yet there is untold beauty everywhere you look.</div>
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All because we have community. We have friends and neighbours looking out for each other. Either keeping each other up to date, or watching for the safety of their belongings after they have been evacuated. We have people doing neighbourhood watch in neighbourhoods that aren't even their own so that people can take care of their families in peace, knowing that everything is being done to protect their homes.</div>
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We have a neighbouring province stepping up in a major way to supply us with equipment, food and basic necessities until the roads re-open, getting them through roadblocks to get to us. We donated last year during their time of need, never once thinking that it would be returned on this scale. We did it simply because that is what you do. You help. And they have certainly returned the love. They understand in a way that few other people can what it is that we're are facing right now, and they are happy to help and take time from their own lives to make ours a little bit better. </div>
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As I was packing my most precious belongings in case we need to leave, I was focussing on the fact that all of the things I was packing were just that. Things. As much as I had my family with me, I had everything I needed. My stuff can always be replaced if it needs to. But God has opened my eyes to something else in the meantime. His love. I don't know that all natural disasters bring out the best in people. It doesn't necessarily bring out the best in all people, but I believe it does in most of us. And it makes you stop and focus on the big picture. Showing love and grace to those around, just like it has been shown to you. Doing the little things means so much more than you could ever know.</div>
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I don't know what upheaval you are facing right now. It may be a health issue, or a family disagreement. Or something else entirely. But I do know that we have a God who loves us and desires the best for us. He has never promised that it would be an easy ride, but instead promised that he would be there with us. As I witness this right now, each day, I ask that you let him reach out to you too. </div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you today for your mercies. Even as we walk through the flames, you are here. You have not abandoned us or forsaken us, but have carried us when we were too weak. You have been our strength and you have shown your love in the most unbelievable ways. I lift up those who are struggling to see the light. I pray that you would give them peace beyond measure and that you would be their strength. Show them that their worth is in you, not in the world, and that they are loved and worthy of so much more. Show them the blessings in the broken, just as you have done with me. In faith I pray. Amen.</div>
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My beautiful big girl rocked Grade 1. And we (hopefully) have finished all of her testing to determine what letters get to help us help her. We confirmed what we had felt since February, that our little girl had High Functioning Autism (formerly known as Asperger's). </div>
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If has been difficult not because she has changed. Those letters make absolutely no difference in how wonderful she is, or in how much she is loved and cherished. We were fortunate to have a mostly wonderful team of people helping us to figure out the puzzle that is my Sweetie. And going forward, we will be meeting even more people who are going to help us on our journey of helping her, and us, help her. </div>
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I've had people assure me that there are "special people trained to deal with kids like her." Which I know was meant to be a positive comment, but who exactly do they think she is. Do they really know her?!?</div>
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I think the hardest moments I've had are the ones where I realize that this is part of her life story. This isn't a stage, she isn't just a quirky person. She is going to struggle with some parts of her life, for, well, the rest of her life.</div>
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And then I remember who she is. And WHOSE she is. She was created by a loving God. And He gave me this wonderful gift in her. Someone who sees the world so differently than I do, that I can't help but try to see the world through her eyes. She has a loyalty beyond compare. She loves to cuddle and just spend time with her people. She values people more than money. She actually saves all of her allowance to spend on others. She knows what it feels like to be left out of activities because people don't "get" her, so she is always looking to make sure that everyone is included.</div>
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I can choose to look at those little letters as something that will put her at a disadvantage for the rest of her life. Or I can choose to look at the unique gifts that she was given, and wonder at how she's going to change the world one day. Because I am certain that she is going to make an impact for others, and there is really no greater gift than someone who strives to invest in others the way she does.</div>
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The Bible constantly tells us that we are loved. That we are here for a purpose. And that we are to spread the love of Jesus to others, even when they least deserve it. </div>
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I didn't do anything to deserve this precious little soul, but I hope I can at least show her a little of the grace and love that He has shown to me.</div>
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Heavenly Father, there are so many people out there who are struggling to find their place in the world. Who are wondering why you made them the way that you did, or why you've let certain things take place in their life. Tonight I lift them up to you Lord. I pray that someone would come into their life and show them Your love. To let them know that we are all sinners, saved only by Your grace, and that we are all loved equally by an amazing God. Father, I pray that they would never let their circumstances define them, but instead would turn to you and let Your unconditional love define them. I pray in faith. Amen.</div>
Soul to Sole Homeschoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16792027770394472099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1851499009693568091.post-13809847966395252902017-06-15T08:00:00.000-07:002017-06-15T08:00:30.361-07:00Mine<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I've been reading
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book. It makes you want to both open your heart to other people, and
see the people who have opened their heart to you in a new light. I
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Karen doesn't give
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has reached out, and the difference it has made in the lives of others.
She invests in them, making sure to remember those little things that will
make each person feel special. She is known as "Mama Karen"
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I have my own
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but so strong. Her life story is a true testament to living a Christ
centered life. And the most amazing part of the story, to me anyways,
is that she loved me before she even really knew me. I used to
work at a local bar during the night, and with her at a grocery store during
the day. I wasn't really living a Christ filled life. Kind of the
opposite. And rather than judge me, or scold me, do you know what she
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over 10 years later, when I walked in to her church, do you know what she
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I don't know where I
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praying I would find Jesus at that particular time in my life. I didn't
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A beautiful
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Heavenly Father, I
thank you for all the blessings that you have given me. Even the ones
that I don't know about. I thank you for the challenges that have
brought me to today. I pray for all the people who are struggling right
now. I pray your peace, wisdom and protection over them. I pray
that they would feel your living arms envelop them. Lord, that you
would put someone so directly in their path that they could not help but know
that it is You, and that you love them. Right where they are. No
matter what they have done. They are worthy of love. They are
valuable. And I pray that you would give us a heart to see those
hurting around us, and to help us to know what to do to ease the
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The school that we are working with has been amazing with their support of helping us. They have confirmed that she is gifted, and they are helping us pursue more assessments to pinpoint exactly where she is at. We have an amazing team on our side, and I couldn't feel more blessed to have people that have walked this road before to guide us along.</div>
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I want you to know that I understand having to fight for what you know is best for your child. I have experienced the quick judgements of doctors who want to run to medication without actually attempting to understand your unique situation. I know what it is like to look at your baby and know that maybe the doctors are experienced in their chosen field, but that you are the one and only expert on your specific child. And that you will fight for them. </div>
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I need to remind you that no matter what answers you get or don't get, or the acronym's they may use to describe your kid, that is not their definition. Those little letters don't change who they are. They don't have to dull their sparkle. They are simply a way for you to access the help to make them the best they can be.</div>
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I want to assure you that God gave this specific child to you. He will equip you with everything you need, and He will fill in the gaps that you can't. You just have to ask. He has a plan for this sweet little person that is beyond what you could ever imagine. And He holds you and your child in the palm of His hands at this very moment. And all He asks? That you come to him and lean on him.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for the beautiful gift of family. And I thank you for surrounding us with people that love us along the way. I lift up all of us who are struggling to do this parenting thing right. I pray that you would speak into our hearts today, that you would give us wisdom in our decisions and grace for both ourselves and our families. Help us to lean not on our own understanding, but to look to you for answers. We ask for patience as search for answers, and that we can learn to wait on your perfect timing. In your name I pray. Amen.</div>
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Maybe we type them. Or maybe we change our minds and hit backspace until they all go away. </div>
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There is amazing power in the <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bGdm_ULe_zI/WNWFW1JZbyI/AAAAAAAACIo/49rB4snVb70/s640/blogger-image--816001161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bGdm_ULe_zI/WNWFW1JZbyI/AAAAAAAACIo/49rB4snVb70/s320/blogger-image--816001161.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /></a>words we choose to say. And equal power in those we don't. </div>
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A few years ago, after working my way through a lot of loss, I decided that I would write a letter to each of my parents for Christmas. You see, they have all the material possessions they could ever want or need. But as parents, the one thing you always want is to know that your kids are okay, and that as much as you may feel like it, they want to know they didn't mess you up too badly.</div>
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I didn't have a perfect childhood. None of us did. But I had something so precious that it took me no longer being a child to figure it out. I had unconditional love. And that's as close to perfect as I think any of us can get. </div>
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Sure, I frustrated my parents. And I know that I disappointed them on more than one occasion. But the power in knowing that no matter what, I would always have their love is beyond measure.</div>
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I thanked them for doing their best as parents, husband and wife, and friends. I let them know that I know it was hard at times, and that I appreciated that they never let up, they kept pushing through whatever struggle it was that they were facing. How brave they were to always choose love, no matter how vulnerable it might make them. I really wanted to say these things to them, not to those who came to hear the eulogy. </div>
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There is such power in your words, whether spoken or written. And those who have been there should hear them.</div>
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This year has already been a year of loss and struggle for many of those around me. And I know that some of them feel as though they are walking alone. Maybe you feel like you're in this battle alone.</div>
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I promise you, you are not. There is someone who wants so badly to walk this with you. Jesus. There is such power in His name alone. And even more power in a relationship with the only one who can truly offer the world. </div>
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Friends, I pray that you would stand in His strength. He is ready and waiting to do great things for you. Things you can't even imagine. You just have to let Him.</div>
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for my parents. And I thank you for waiting by my side for so long, waiting for me to turn to you. I know that I've made the wrong choices time and again. Just like I know that you love me in a way that no one else can ever compare to. I pray that anyone who is feeling alone today would turn to you. That they would have the chance to feel your beautiful arms surround them with a peace and a strength beyond their wildest dreams. I pray that we would all turn to you for wisdom in these trying times, and that you would open our eyes to those around us. Let us use our words to build people up, rather than tear them down. And above all, let us walk in love, no matter how challenging that may be.</div>
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Sorry I haven't written yet this week. I fell last week and hurt my wrist and shoulder. And knee. Well, essentially my entire left side. I was carrying my 2 year old when I slipped on an icy sidewalk and turned to the left so that I wouldn't land on her. And as it turns out, since I am now in my mid-30's, I no longer heal overnight.</div>
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While once again lying on my couch, I have had time to ponder. </div>
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This wasn't the post I had been planning and working on, but it's really all that I've been thinking of, so here we go. :)</div>
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Our daughter is still being looked at as gifted and possibly being somewhere on the autism spectrum. While I've known she is a little quirky, somehow having someone want to put that label there makes me feel like less of a good parent. I have a wonderful friend who has worked in this field for most of her adult career who keeps assuring me that I'm doing everything right in advocating for my child, offering suggestions when I phone with questions about what to do next. And I feel confident.</div>
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She has always talked (A LOT!!!), and she loves people. So that means that she's just a little awkward around people, not really understanding how to draw out others people's interests in conversation. Since this is something I too struggle with, we didn't really think any more of it.</div>
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My daughter was worried that she would have to do more computer tests (gifted testing was online for us), since she believed she failed them before. What really happened was that it was a long, boring, silly test that had her making up words and then trying to spell them. And we got bored. And she got bored. And she did the human thing and she clicked random things because her attention span was all used up for the day. And so her teacher wanted to make sure that the test was as accurate as possible and came over to help her pay attention to the test. Her teacher said that DD was answering questions faster than she could read them herself! It was not a failure at all, we just needed to make sure that the test was done to the best she could so that she would be seen for just who she was, and where she is academically. </div>
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And we've been talking to her about how God makes all of us special. Some people are made to be great at math and talking, learning to read really early and struggle in other areas. We all have strengths and weaknesses, but we are exactly the way God made us. And He made us on purpose and with a purpose. Struggles make us stronger and give us the opportunity to learn.</div>
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I talked to her about the testing that we are considering now and that there would be no computers. This would be one on one with another adult. There are no right or wrong answers for these tests, because they are just looking to meet her where she is and help us to make a plan. We are all trying to figure out how we can help her to be the best version of her that she can be. </div>
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When I told her that we are hoping that we can learn some new tools for making friends better. And maybe we could find someone to help her to be more coordinated (the girl is just like I was when I was little, which means she is constantly falling over herself.) And her eyes lit up. So much. And it broke my heart that this beautiful little girl, who can speak at a grade level 5-6 years ahead of her age, would cherish being able to walk in a straight line without falling over. It is so easy to concentrate on the fact that she is so smart and forget that just because she is, doesn't mean that she doesn't struggle or notice that she's different.</div>
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The more that we've read, the more we truly see some really cle<br />
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Before her, I wasn't a Mom. She didn't come with a manual. And for our family, she is just my darling daughter. I don't want to think of her struggling. It is so hard to stand by and watch when all you really want to do is rush in and fix everything. And sometimes, you can't. And that sucks.</div>
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I know that we are in for a long road to a diagnosis. And that we will have a lot of questions along the way. And I'm going to try to write about it (while still maintaining my daughters privacy), so that you can walk with us. And maybe we can walk this walk together. Or maybe it will just help you to know that you are not alone in this process.<br />
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Heavenly Father, I thank you for each of my children. I thank you that you have made each of them so different, and yet so perfect. God, I ask that you would guide us in raising them, and that you would fill in all the holes we leave. That you would open the eyes of our hearts on those difficult days, so that we could see them the way you see them. And that we would depend on you for strength and perseverance as we advocate for what's best for them. Help us to find our support network, so that we know we are not the only ones going through this, and that our children are perfect because You made them. In your name. Amen.</div>
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