Cite Then You May Be Right!


I have not hidden the fact that church is a place I have struggled over the last few decades for the obvious reason. Well, rather than the church, I struggle with listening to the pastor, looking at him as a godly man or one that people often put on a pedestal. These are my personal hang-ups. Over the last little while, I have found myself focusing and hearing the sermons. This has been a huge surprise to me and yet is also a testimony of God’s healing power and counseling.

In our society we are trying to stop the stigma of mental illness. (I think the word “mental” is a huge factor in this stigma). There is so much knowledge to help those of us that suffer from one form of mental health issue or another.

I heard not long ago this sentence in a sermon, “Depression is caused self-centeredness.” All my senses seemed to react immediately. My eyes widened to a point I didn’t know possible. My ears strained, wondering if they heard correctly, my tongue had a taste of something that was close to wanting to throw up and my hands wanted to punch something, HARD!

Definition of self-centered: concerned solely with one’s own desires, needs, or interests

This is Webster Dictionary’s take on the meaning of self-centered. My hands have frozen, my heart is pounding and my body is tensing up as I re-read that sentence. Mental Illness is caused by self-centeredness?

THIS ignorant comment is one of the reasons that mental illness has a stigma. It is ( I am pausing here because I want to use words like fool, jerk, moron, nitwit, stupid, twit, blockhead, bonehead, cretin, dimwit, dumbbell, ignoramus, imbecile, muttonhead, nincompoop, simpleton, all synonyms used Thesaurus.com to describe a fool) ignorant to speak on a topic you are uneducated about. The pulpit should be a place where a speaker/preacher speaks and teaches on subjects they are educated about. It is important for them to cite their sources. It is actually imperative to do so as it holds them accountable and in this case, if this was factual, would prevent me from blowing a gasket.

There is the evangelical idea that demons, bad spirits or sin are causing the mental illness and that it can be overcome with Bible study and prayer. I had a father that would send us outside and tell us to cast the devil out of us for something he perceived as bad behavior.

Sigh. I am terribly flustered that (some) preachers use the pulpit to spew their own thoughts and belief. They are in a power of position and their members often take their thoughts as truth, not questioning what they are being taught. We as a society have learned to trust those in specific professions. Our doctor is usually someone we trust and yet, most of us would not hesitate to get a second opinion if we QUESTIONED their assessment of our situation.

There are many cases and times where mental health has been spoken ignorantly and made light of what one that deals with this goes through. I am simply putting it out there that as someone that deals with mental health issues EVERY DAY it is not like having a cold. A cold (for most people) is an annoyance and leaves in a short time. My mental health issues and part of my daily life, my sidekick with me constantly.

I am asking pastors to please research your thoughts, cite your sources, and understand that your postion is one of power and your words are impactful. You are speaking God’s word. Your”thoughts” are just that. YOURS.

To us, as students seeking the truth, we need to remember that pastor/teachers are human. They are often speaking of life experiences that are theirs. If they are not citing a source, it is a personal thought. We need to study for ourselves. We need to question. This applies to all subjects, though I am on a rant about the ignorant comment about mental illness.

And yes, these are my own personal thoughts. 🙂

My sources are :

www.merriam-webster.com

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/nov/13/evangelicals-increasingly-putting-faith-in-medicine-to-treat-mental-health-issues


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Cuddlers for Hire

Some people are paying for cuddles! Check out this link in the Washington Post

I will admit when I glanced at the title I raised an eyebrow and thought how strange. Yet the more I thought about, talked about it, and read about it, it made me really think. Touch is one of the love languages. I can’t imagine my day without physical touch. It is definitely a big part of my language. I have many friends that are introverts, and not really snugglers. They know that a Reema snuggle is coming and though they seem to “accommodate my touch” I am pretty sure we both benefit from that touch. A snuggle with a friend is very different than a sexual reason. (Now these friends are ones there is years of history or at least a connection that the touch is welcomed.

One of my favourite parts of my day, used to be when the boys, usually all of them joined me in our bed and laid there watching the game or playing with a toy, etc. Yet just being together, having physical contact was something that just melted my heart and the day of craziness disappeared from my thoughts.

Tyler and Josh

Touch is one of first sense to develop. I loved that moment when my newborn grabbed on to my finger. My heart still feels overwhelmed with that beautiful emotion of precious love.

Jordan– his cool “I don’t want a hug – but I really do” look

Then there is the bedtime snuggles that each of my boys yearned for. The musical beds at night. I loved when they crawled into bed with us and slept so soundly, as they felt that security of us next to them, snuggling.

Sanj, his dad, and brother

I never thought of those that did not have human touch that they needed and craved. I heard that massages are often a go-to for that touch to be fulfilled. This all really surprised me. I am usually a hugger than a hand shaker if I am comfortable with the person.

Brothers

My boys, as they have grown older, have reduced that “cuddling” and will tolerate me pouncing on them, insisting a hug, knowing full well they don’t mind. The boys themselves have a weird love language of physical contact as a means of “I love you.”

The boys all loved there Ammama snuggles

This goes against my seminars, that discourage hugging etc to protect one’s self in certain professions (pastors are my main focus). Sharing my story as part of my workshop, there is usually empathy from the audience and 9/10 they approach me and I lean in to accept the hug that (some) are uncertain to give.

Hanging!!!

I am not sure why I am writing this except that maybe we need to be conscious of those around that may need a hug ( WITH CONSENT) especially a senior. And if you are not a snuggler, I am sure you can bear for it for 2 minutes…. I challenge you!

The boys loved their baby brothers!
(Max and Josh)

I thought that snuggles and cuddles were natural for people but I realized looking back that my parents were not very physically affectionate either. It is a love language and yet when it is one’s we just assume it’s others. I will be honest, I throw my affection in my boys faces. They know, by now, they better just accept it or it won’t stop. I tell them I love them and wait for them to lose their shame and repeat it. Funny, because some of the boys will say it on their own. Others seem to need prodding to spit that sentence out, despite the fact that I am one person they love most!!!! ( Yah Yah I know)!

HAPPY SNUGGLE DAY! With permission! 🙂

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Sermon 101

I have been excited as to how God is using my story in ways I would never have dreamt. Public speaking is very far from my comfort zone and yet that seems to be His call. So far I haven’t passed out. A couple of months ago I was asked to speak at a Women’s Emphasis Weekend at a church an hour and a bit away. I have become a bit more comfortable doing my workshop. Yet I was asked to do the sermon. I am really not sure WHY or WHAT made me say yes. I thought it was for women and figured I could manage that. I was wrong. Very wrong! It was for a church service. I can’t lie, my heart was pounding as I thought about it as the time drew near. (I am a procrastinator). I had a few different ideas, but those got tossed out. Since it was women’s day I wanted something about strength and how God can empower us.

Anyway… I ended up speaking about Leah and Rachel- The First Sister Wives. How much Leah must have felt and the strength she had to live the life she was given. I was petrified the days leading up to it. Yet I had my army of faithful ones covering me in prayer. You know, I was still petrified but I felt a sense of calm at the same time. Walking into the church the first thing I saw was a defibrillator! I knew God had me! 🙂

God had me!

There were friends of ours we went way back … somewhere around kid #2 that was lovely and a security blanket. Yet within moments, I realized that this was a warm welcoming group of people.

My “sermon” was ok/good for my first time. They even laugh in the right places! 🙂

The point of this weekend was that God was still teaching me to trust Him 100%. Sure it wasn’t like one of those preachers that raise their voices and are so vociferate (yes, I used the synonym site) in their preaching. I practiced that ( as a joke) but had Sanj rolling!

I love that God continues to use my story as He promised and provided me that strength especially from my prayer warriors. I am grateful to my boys that drove up that morning to support me! I love that Jesus shows me time and again that I am one of His favorites!

(I have been called out about being His favourite so I am emphasising that YOU TOO can be a favortie).

“I can do all things to Christ who gives me strength!”

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14 Years Ago!

March 27, I became a mom to a 14 year old for the last time!!!! My youngest is 14 years old!!! It was Easter Sunday 14 years ago when my dearest son took 12 hours to make his way into the world. I was furious with him! Being my 6th child, the worry was that he would rush out in no time, much like his brother before he did.

From birth, Josh was styling … came out with a mohawk.

The last 13 years with Joshua Daniel as my sidekick, never leaving my side for much. He is a mama’s boy all the way. He never left my side for much. He is blessed to have a dad that loves him in a language of their own, one foreign to me, but that’s ok. He loves his brothers! He is the pack leader. And his brothers adore him and his foolishness that no one can compete with. He is a friendly enough sort yet very rarely does he choose to have friends over, as his first pick would be to hang with his brothers.

The foolishness that comes from this banter is such that truly leaves me speechless!

This baby of mine has been through so much more than his siblings have at his age and yet he is strong, gentle, compassionate and kind. He is hilarious, does not have much use for boundaries and has a great laugh!

I LOVE that he “KNOWS” in his heart that He is my favourite. He doesn’t care that his brothers “know” otherwise, he knows the truth! He knows he’s a favorite! How can I not love that kind of love?

Josh has been a styler from the time he could give his opinion. 3 piece suits to school till he could not fit into them. He is a lover of shoes and definitely has always had his own thoughts of his hair!

My big man… ready for 8th grade grad pics!

I could write and write and yet being at that critical ages of keeping track of what I write in public!

Joshie Washie, you are a big piece of my heart and I adore you! I am so glad that Jesus gave you to me! You are one of my most favorite people in this whole world!!! This year is going to be awesome!!! I love you!!!!

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Book Ends

I used to write of the boys antics when they were younger. I love reading the posts as they sometimes pop up on my facebook memory and miss that time in life. They were so hilarious! They were so busy! They were so cute! They loved their mom so much! I would always hear, “Oh! You have your hands full!” (Funny but I see parents with 2 kids seem to hear the same thing)! I loved having my hands full. lol. I had people tell me to enjoy this age with an ominous warning of the future. I had others tell me that as they grow, they are needer just in a different way.

I feel like I am in the middle of a pair of book ends, a mismatched pair . On one side, I still have teenagers, almost 14 years old in 27 days (that’s the baby, though I am not sure how that happened) a 17 year old and a 19 year old. They are in territory that is familiar and while every one of my teens has been and continues to be different, there is comfort in that I have passed those years 4 times without too much drama or trauma.

Then on the other side of me is the book end that has me swimming in a swamp that is full of things I have never encountered and find myself lost, sometimes gasping for air, other times wishing I had a guide. The 20 somethings are definitely something I was not prepared for. My 20s were pretty boring and I was the good girl that did what was expected of me as I never wanted to disappoint my parents or those that loved me. I was probably boring by most others defintion.

My 20 somethings are different. Of course, their world is different. As I watch them live in this day and age, I find myself holding my breath. I find myself wanting to put these 20 somethings of mine in a time capsule and go back to a time when I could kiss their booboos. I want to take them back to where I could protect them from the big bad monsters that can hurt them. I want to give them an armour of protection that when they are out there, they are safe. Sadly this isn’t a possibility. I have found myself praying for Jesus to come so that they will be saved from the pain and disappointment of adulthood.

The reality is that when I was 20 something I was not at home. Going away to university was really the beginning of leaving home. I was out there making life changing decisions and often they were made with not too much guidance. Phone calls were charged by the minute and long distance was costly. We did not have Skype or FaceTime where parents were still “right there.” My parents, most of our parents of this generation were in the dark of their 20 somethings world. I think this was a blessing of sorts.

My 20 somethings have stayed home to go to university or live close to home. My one 20 something that is away has a little freedom but we still are in the know more than not.

I am blessed to have a counsellor who helps me deal with the pains of yesteryear and in turn often how that flows into today. I was talking about the woes of my kids and how hard it is to watch as they take the steps into adulthood. I was complaining and sharing my frustration of how I didn’t know how to help them.

She paused and then said, “Are you able to let go of control?”

HUH? I am not controlling!

I am just trying to keep my babies from… I mean I just want to protect them… I mean… OYE!

Is that controlling?

Recently one of my 20 somethings told me to stop being controlling. He told me that he was not 10 years anymore.

(I will be honest… I wanted to retort back so badly…. well, if you are at this place, I know you are able to complete my thoughts).

But I didn’t. I was hurt. I was beyond hurt. I became silent. (Yes, that can happen)!

As I pondered my counsellor’s question, I found myself arguing that I was not controlling… and yet had to realize that there were various definitions of control. And right now, my 20 something saw my actions that I thought was simply love, as control.

OUCH!

Again, being away from home allowed me, even forced me to grow up without knowing my parents were watching or at least aware of choices.

Then my counsellor reminded me of the butterfly and the chicken. Without the struggle of the caterpillar or the chick out of the egg, they would not find the strength to become the beautiful butterfly or chicken. It is the struggle that allows them to become the beautiful creature they were meant to be.

So I found myself praying that God help me release these beings of mine, totally into His care. (I probably needed to do that along time ago). I am at the place of looking for that zipper that is somewhere on my lips and zipping it. I must take comfort that these 20 somethings were raised with all the love and guidance we had. And now… as much as I hate it, I need to sit back and let them do the work. I need to release them to experience all those things that hurt to watch, pain, disappointment, heartbreak. I will be cheering from the sidelines as victory, joy and love come their way too! I need to remember all that work will eventually lead them to becoming that man they were meant to be.

AND… my dear counsellor reminded me, when they mess up and make mistakes, as we all do, they will have to own those to. That too, comes with this freedom, the release of spreading their wings.

The 20 somethings… I can do it! I am not controlling. I CAN do it! I am NOT controlling.

With God, all things are possibly!

#ilovemyboys #eventhe20somethings #iamnotcontrolling


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TODAY!!!

This weekend was Family Day and for one day, all the boys were home. My heart felt contentment as these huge bodies squished into the SUV (that most families would find a comfortable ride) as we head the hour and bit to a favourite restaurant. There is the constant banter, arguing, debating of WHO is the better skater? Who was/ the better hockey player? Who is the tallest? Who is my favourite? Then there is the request of renting the local rink for an all out brothers battle on the ice!

I love the chatter of who will be whose best man. There is never a question of anyone but a brother being their best man. Then there is the bargaining. “If you’re my best man, then I get to be yours, ok?” And then that means Brother X will be Brother Y’s, OK? And then there is the question of how many brothers can be the groomsman. Can I tell I you love this?!! Who the women are doesn’t factor into the conversation. LOL

I am inhaling, ready to butt in and play referee before it escalates into a ugly battle (a role I have played for 24 years) and yet exhale realizing that they can handle themselves. Their weird banter is a foreign love language. Maybe this is the definition of brotherhood, at least in our house. I doubt they will ever say they love each other. Yet headlocks, choke hold, wrestling must be their sign language for I love you! So weird!

I love my boys. I pray that this brotherhood will always be there. I pray that as school, careers, relationships continue to add chapters, that the headlocks, choke holds, wrestling will always continue.

This is a picture that lovingly portrays our boys. Disclaimer… these are just moments! 🙂 I hate the perfect families that others seem to have! lol

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STANDING OVATION!

 

 

 

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Can I tell you about yesterday? 
Well, I guess if you are reading it, that is an affirmative!  🙂

Tuesday I flew to Boston to do my www.ReemaTalks.com  (yes- shameless plug) with a group of pastors there.  I have spoken a few times, but always with support.  God has always had it that my brother, husband or girlfriend were there every time.   I was never alone.

This time, there was the first hurdle that I would have to check into a hotel and spend the night ALONE!  I do not do alone well.  Ever.  Oh, I can appreciate the hour or two alone with a book or something but then I am done.  I want somebody in my space.  I feel safer.  Sadly, when you have been assaulted, you’re feeling of safety disappears.  Forever.

When Sanj is away, I am thrilled when my younger version of Sanj comes into bed.  I don’t like sleeping on the side of the bed by the door.  It feels safer away from it.  My house is always locked when I am home alone.  And then I check again.  I sleep with the light in the bathroom on.  For me.  The boys sleep in the pitch black.  I have never done that.

I could keep going but… there I was alone in a hotel room.  It was on the main floor, so the window was there.  There was an exit door right by mine.  And I was alone.  A head banging migraine came on.  The pillows were huge,  hard and  uncomfortable .  I was alone.  I had asked so many of my friends to pray of my night.  Drugged up, for my headache, I asked God to help me and fell asleep.  I woke up and discovered I had slept 2 hours!  Darn. 7 more hours to go.  I fell back asleep.  2 hours passed.  5 more hours left!  2 hours passed.  3 hours left!!!!  And then I woke up.  I made it through the night!  Tonight I would be safe in my bed with my security buddy.

I was overly stressed.  I was feeling very insecure about my presentation.  What if it was stupid?  What if the information I did in my workshop/seminar/whatever it was, was dumb?  I mean who am I to teach or present this stuff?

My story… sharing it has always been ok.  I am shaking as I share.  My mouth becomes so dry as I talk and sometimes I need to pause.  And yet sharing is healing.  Yesterday, I was petrified.  Yesterday I was filled with doubt.  Yesterday as I sat there waiting, my head again began to pound. I found myself begging God to please give me strength,  that strength only He can.

I struggled to open my child-proof med for my headache.  It would not let me!  A man walked by, asked if I wanted help and took out his pocket knife.  I didn’t know people still carried them.  Realizing I was nursing a migraine, he went and bought me that magic potion for those killer headaches.

I watched as the room filled. And then more people began coming in.  I sat there and tried to breathe.  That was what I learned to do.  Breathe. In. Slowly.  What was wrong with me?  I had never felt this insecure before.

Stupid Satan!!!  I realized that it was the only reason.  Satan… He was bugging me.  He was filling me with doubt and insecurity.  This made me mad.  I felt really mad.  I have heard how others have said that the devil attacks them.  I am not sure I have felt that this strongly before.  Yet I was alone and he knew my weak spots.  Fear of being alone.  Was my belly sticking out too much in this dress?  Was my hair frizzy?  What if my PowerPoint didn’t work? What if I make a fool of myself?

It was my turn.  I went up.  There was a LOT of men in suits and ties.  They looked at me.  There were a few women.  They all kind of scared me with their intensity.  There were a few cool friendly ones but for the most part, I felt intimidated.

Jesus please help me.

And then I spoke.  I found myself trembling.  I paused more than usual.  I felt so emotional.  My throat was parched more than usually.  I forgot my water and was given a bottle (it wasn’t Dasani or Aquafina- if you have followed me, you know I am a water snob).  I told my story.  I shared.  I spoke of pain, betrayal and then hope and love.  I spoke about God triumphing.  (And internally was sticking out my tongue at satan)!  I shared how God used pain, hurt and betrayal to bring healing, empowerment and giving me a VOICE, to speak for all those that couldn’t, yet.

I did it.  I finished.  I was still standing.  And then I watched as they clapped.  And THEY stood!

They stood!  This is called a standing-ovation.  And yet for me it was something different.  It was validation that it WAS/IS the time!!!!  It’s time!!!  It is time for us to END IT NOW.  As this room full of maybe 80 people stood, they stood WITH ME!  I thought about Onward Christian Soldiers… (Do you know that old song)?  God is empowering us.  We just have to stand.  We have to make a stand.  It’s time to #ENDITNOW #PASTORALABUSE @METOO.

I was overcome with emotion.  I WAS NOT ALONE!

YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

FYI- the presentation/workshop/seminar/whatever it is went great.  They were a room full of men in suits and ties that were ready to do what we need to do.  They are ready to end it now.  Just in suits.   🙂

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25th Anniversary!!!🎈🎈🎈

Congratulations to The Ear Company (Peterborough Audiology) on celebrating 25 years!!!!  Yes this is something to be celebrated and yet let me take a minute to tell you how proud I am of the man that has made this place what it is.

Something I’ve learned over the last 25 years is that of course the knowledge an audiologist is of utmost importance and am always so proud of his man’s knowledge.  I’m always baffled how that head of his is able to handle the wealth of information so pertinent to his patients.  I have watched him work so hard on his Doctorate of Audiology, while juggling everyday life with 6 boys, simply for the knowledge.  I have watched people walk in the door and within 30 seconds see their face relax as the realize he gets it.

Yet aside from being top in his field ( in my humble opinion), I have seen something that others do not get to see.  I have seen his eye fill with tears as a parent sees their little one hear for the first time. I have seen those eyes well up as a baby turns his head hearing his momma’s voice for the first time. I have seen those tears fill his eyes as a dear patient comes in to tell him their spouse just passed. They actually came in for a hug knowing he cares and feels their brokenness.  I have watched as he treats all people that walk into his office with respect and equality.  I love his special touch especially those that are fearful, his patience has no bound. 

I have watch his generosity over the years, helping above and beyond.  I have seen him fight for those that deserve compensation after years of service to this country, the look of delight or overwhelming appreciation as they receive a check from many years back, owed to them. Or I have watched as he gently touches the hand of someone counting out change for a sleeve of batteries telling them, “It’s ok.”  I love seeing his delight as a patient that saw him as a child comes in with their own little one, able to succeed, impart to helping them hear. How many times has someone, not a patient come in with aids purchased else asking him for help and he doesn’t pause a moment.  

I love the example that he is to our sons.  He teaches by example that life isn’t about making money but about making a difference. He teaches them through example of always giving beyond 100%. He teaches through his example that fulfillment comes from the relationship with patients. He teaches by his example of generosity, kindness and compassion. 

I have watched God bless people in the past 25 years that walk into those doors, yes, needing an audiologist but leaving, after being touch by one of life’s beautiful humans.

As I have watched God bless The Ear Company the past 25 years, I know it’s because of the huge heart behind the name. Happy 25th Anniversary, Sanj. I’m so proud of you. 💕

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We Don’t Forget… A letter to my rapist

IT HAS BEEN…

-It has been 9,635 days since you raped me.
-It has been 9, 635 days since you violently took my virginity from me.  
-It has been 9,635 of my dealing with the repercussions of your evil act.
-It has been 9,635 days of understanding how such a betrayal could occur.
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering how a “man,” a father, a husband ( at the time), a supposed “man of God” could violate another human in such a way?
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering how someone could profess to care about the pains and hurts of one and then use that information to his advantage?
-It has been 9, 635 days of my questioning what did I do? Was this my fault?
-It has been 9,635 days of trying to understand what kind of father would violently rape a young woman (period) and then do so with his child in the bathtub next door?
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering if you know you are a sick person?
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering if you realize you are a narcissist?
-It has been 9, 635 days of wondering how the leadership of church I was part of and loved could turn its back on me?
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering if your wife knows the truth?
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering if your child/ren have any idea of the vileness of their father?

-It has been 9,635 days of feeling sorry for the 1000s of people you have reached, knowing you are betraying them too.
-It has been 9635 days of feeling sorry for the leadership and friends who did not hold you accountable and yet knowing they will face God, at the ultimate judgment.
-It’s been 9,635 days of me struggling, sometimes just surviving as my body dealing with the repercussions of someone physically pinning me down and forcing his being into my most sacred of places.
-It has been 9,635 days of constantly looking over my shoulder.
-It has be 9,635 days of fearfully being anywhere alone with a male.  Riding an elevator, going to my car in a garage, putting out the garbage in the dark are things that haunt me constantly.
-It has be 9,635 days of fighting PTSD, panic attacks that take over, or just uncurling from the safety of the fetal position, all exhausting.

-It has been 9,635 days of screaming out at the memory of ultimate betray.  I trusted you. You made me trust you.
-It has been 9,635 days of wondering who else, how many others?
-It has been 9,635 days of waiting and hoping that time heals all wounds.  Yet realizing some wounds leave a huge, ugly scar that will be felt everyday.
-It has been 9,635 days my view of this world changed forever.  I believed that most people had good in them. And yet, you proved me wrong.
-It has been 9,635 since my colourful world became black and white.
-It has been 9,635 days.
Tomorrow it will be 9,636 days.

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His Favorite- Explained

Jesus Loves YOU… But… I am His favourite!  I love this line.  I wish I could take credit for it!  It speaks to me.  I know Jesus loves you.  Yet I am His favourite.  The truth is this has gotten me in trouble.  I guess I need to clarify.  Jesus has no favourites.  He loves you as much as me.  (Lucky, eh? Hehe).  YOU ARE HIS FAVOURITE!

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I just love His love and how He fills me with it.  If you have lived your life not having parents that could always be there for you, if you grew up feeling lost most of the days, then knowing that God is there has been such an amazing comfort to me forever.

I have always needed God.  I needed to know that I was not alone.  From a very young age, I am so grateful that this relationship was instilled in me.  And that it grew.  God was my invisible friend.   And over the years, I love how he has become visible!

Funny, our relationship has not been perfect as being a child of Him, I have been true to form and had temper tantrums and fits.  I have often wondered where He was.  And yet, I know for me, I would rather fully believe that God has my back and loves me and is in control than the other option which is to believe there is nothing.

Yesterday I was driving home, looking at a spectacular sunset, tears running down my face, as I thought of one of my mom’s last words, “See you in Heaven.”  I looked upward and wondered, when?  I listen to my youngest saying,  “Will it be a long time before heaven?  Before I see Ammama again?”

I love my mom’s faith.  She said goodbye to us with the knowledge of seeing us again (hopefully) soon.

What am I saying?  I am saying that being God’s favourite is easy.  We just have to choose.

My mom said to us, in her last days to remember that she did not have any favourites. lol  I am pretty sure every family  knows who their parents favourite is.  My boys ask if I have favourites and I truthfully say yes I do.  That… though, changes daily, sometimes hourly!  The truth is they are all my favourites!

Revelation 3:20 tells us that Jesus is knocking… we just have to let Him in.  I am not so quiet about this with my boys.  I may knock and attack them with hugs, tickles and kisses until they give me love I am looking for.  I don’t usually give the boys a choice at my love.  If I love you, you are going to have to take it!  Jesus, He’s much more polite.  He knocks and then waits.

SOOOOO… If you want to be His favourite, OPEN YOUR DOOR! And then we will both be favourites!  He has lots of love to make each of us His favourite.

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Flying High…

Over the years I have always been afraid to try new things for the simple fear of failing or being made fun of.  Ok, yes a lot of these fears are from my school days yet that fear of failure really has had a hold of me.

I have learned to bite the bullet and JUST DO IT!  I mean what’s the worst that will happen?  I have learned to hook a worm on a fishing line simply because I did not want my boys to think I was scared because I was a girl.  I have learned to take a fish off the hook (ok, I do use a glove but… still).  I have learned to not scream at the sight of a snake, though rodents I can’t help but scream like a banshie, same goes for bats!!!  I have waded through the grossness of garbage that piles up and cleaned it when everyone was too busy. I have plunged my share of disgusting toilets clogged by poop that should not be human!  I have walked on that plate of glass way up high in the CN Tower (my heart is pounding remembering this).  I have jumped  through waves in the ocean, amidst the fear of sharks, sting rays and tidal waves for my kids (I have a ridiculous fear of tidal waves and water that I can’t see the bottom of clearly).  I rode boats, hanging over the edge throwing up my entire stomach contents as my boys enjoyed fishing. I have become pregnant despite knowing that fear that eats me as I go into labour.  I have…

The point is as I age, I am determined to not let fear rule me.  Becoming a speaker, I may not be the best, but I am doing it!  The best way to get me to do something, especially Sanj, is to dare me! HEHEHE!!!

So… here I am, doing it!

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HEHE I know I look ridiculous, it was kinda hard to breathe in there to that is me trying to … This was so scary for me to actually do, so out of my comfort zone!!! BUT… I did  it!!!

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This was my Max… doing much better and me in the back, mouth open! lol

IFTRT_WTB_20180715_015_29I love this one!  OK, I am flying because the instructor is (for $10 extra) taking me up there but holy moly, I did it!  I also love Sanj in the background, smiling!  Love this guy!

“I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”  Philippians 4:13

Yes, that even applies to iFly.com!

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24 And Counting…

Today, July 3 is the day Sanj and I said,”I do” 24 years ago!  I am not sure Sanj really knew what he was getting into when he said those fateful words, well I am actually 100% sure he did not as I have change so much!

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As I continue to work on my book, I have been reading through my journals, the ones I still have and OH MY GOODNESS I had it bad for this guy! (I am talking about Sanj)!   My journals are filled with pleading, whining, begging God to please let me have him as my everything.  I can only imagine God looking down at me chuckling, telling me to be patient, which I obviously did not hear!

Every year I post something about us, on our anniversary and this man that I love to pieces.  This year something happened.  As my mom was dying, as I went to stay with her those many weeks, Sanj and I changed.  I can’t explain it except to say that you may always realize you love someone, and yet when that person is not in your space, you realize something.  I realized how much I depend on him, physically to hold me when I am sad or happy or mad or scared.   I depend on him emotionally, when I am crazy in a good, happy hyper way, or in a low, I’m struggling so function way or just tell me I am loved and cherished when I need it.  He holds me spiritually especially when I was away and thought I was going to break, he held me accountable, through his words yet often through his music.  He often trying to hold my words before they come out… trying to be my filter, mostly unsuccessfully.  We found a new us during our time away.  It made us strong, more in love, more dependent, appreciative that our love is a gift that God bless us with.

I am going to end with 25 reasons I love you, Sanj… 24+ 1 year looking ahead…

  1. I love you for your Type A, do it 100% of the way because as much as I find it irrating often enough, I know that you are in this marriage 100%.  You are stuck with me, till death do us part.
  2. I have your gift of music.  It is such a blessing to hear you playing and/or singing that is often church for you.  It is a way that I often feel God’s love and reassurance.
  3. I love your love for family.  If you love someone, you love them all in.  If you dislike someone… oh dear!
  4. I love your dedication and commitment to take care of us, all 8 of us!  I am sure we had no idea what this entailed and yet you make sure that we have all we need and often all we want.
  5. I love how you are my opposite in EVERY WAY and find ways to let it compliment our relationship, even if it drives you crazy.
  6. I love how you protect me.  I know with you I am safe.
  7. I love you for the family we are blessed with.  What a ride we are on with these boys of ours!
  8. I love how you spoil me.  No pressure.  🙂  I know if I want it, you’ll find a way to make it happen.
  9. I love you for giving up your side of the bed, knowing  I feel safer.  (Sanj has had his side of the bed for 24 years.  He didn’t think twice, OK maybe once before he offered it upon discovering I slept better on that side of the bed. PTSD).
  10. I love how you make a list in your head for the day and polite reshuffle when I throw a monkey wrench into that list.
  11. I love how you support my dreams, even when they change rather rapidly.
  12. I love how you believe in me when I don’t believe in myself.
  13. I love you for freezing at night when I am hot and need the room cold, very cold.
  14. I love you for letting me love my birthday!!! I love you for helping me celebrate in whatever craziness that comes to mind that year!
  15. I love you for pretending you hate my romantic comedies and what them with me.
  16. I love you for stoping at McD for my Diet Coke (they have the best).
  17. I love you for filling gas in a vehicle that I have run dry.
  18. I love you for holding down the fort as I pursue dreams that have me traveling.
  19. I love you so much for taking my hurts and making them yours, always trying to kiss them better.
  20. I love you for never giving up on me when I was sick, scared and so not me, and loving me through it.
  21. I love you for the way you make me laugh, especially when you are recording your harmonies!
  22. I love your laugh, the belly one!
  23. I love you for letting us eating in your car and counting to 10 when we spill!
  24. How did I get to 24 already… I love you for all the things I can’t begin to list as my list has to stop at 25!
  25. I love you, Jesus so much for blessing me with this amazing being that I get to call my husband, father of my crazy boys, my best friend and life partner.  Thank you, Jesus for Sanj.

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LOVE THIS FACE SO MUCH!!!

 

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Til Death Do Us Part…

When Sanj and I said our vows some 23 years ago, we had traditional vows.  I could not imagine writing my own vows and then verbalizing them in front of a mass of people.  I would have, for sure made a fool of myself!  Yet those words that we uttered, “Til death do us part” is something we promised each other.  Till death… means, of course if Sanj drives me crazy and I kill him, I honoured my our vows and he was out of luck!  Lucky for him, he drives me batty often enough, but not enough to get rid of him permanently!

I never really worry about losing Sanj.  He is someone that takes commitment serious as he proved and continues to prove time and again. Sometimes he does not make the best of choices… but that commitment factor never has wavered.  I was in labour with Max (kid #4) and remember so clearly holding on to the wall, as I called him at work to tell him it was time.  It was November 11, 1999, 10:59 am when I called.  How in the world would I remember the exact moment I called having been in labour SIX times?  Let me share… see November 11 is Remembrance Day (here in Canada) and we take that seriously (there is history but I’ll let you look it up if  there’s interest).  As I said started to tell him I was in labour and he shushed me!  He said, “Hold on, it’s the minute of silence.”  Did I mention I was in labour, contractions coming rapidly and I needed him to be attentive to what I was saying?  Yes, he takes commitment seriously… to observe the minute of silence.

Sanj is committed to his patients. I suppose this is the reason he has a successful clinic (for those unaware, he is an audiologist).  His commitment to serving his patients is par to none.  I was again in labour, likely kid #3 and I called him to let him know that I was ready to go to the hospital.  He told me that he would meet me there as was the plan as I was fine to drive to the hospital.  Sanj did not show up.  I could feel the contractions and needed his hand to squeeze as this was only a small way to let him know I was in pain and my death grip passed on a bit of that to him. I called him… he was still at the clinic.  He was “just finishing up.”  My dear doctor took the phone and told him, “If you want to see this baby being born, you better get here NOW!”  He was there in plenty of time, as this kid took his time to slide out.

Ok, I am sure you get the picture.  He honours his commitments to an annoying degree.  Lately I realize that he is not just commitment to his obligations.  I have realized that this is a disorder.

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I don’t get it.  We have a lot in common, I realize.  We are both brown.  My skin would look ashy if I didn’t moisturize it.  My chin is kinda pointy like the tips.  My stomach (sadly) has all the stretch marking of this pair.  My mood can often be like the backs, whiney maybe even frowning.  Yet… overall I still like to think that I don’t look as beat up as this pair.

My mom died.  Sanj was getting ready to come with the boys.  I told the boys what to bring to wear.  I told Sanj that he needed to get a new pair of shoes.  I insisted on it.  This was our conversation:

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He took shoe polish of sorts and “fixed” the problem.  You see what I mean  about commitment or attachment issues?  You may wonder if he did replace the hideous shoes.  Did I mention he is an educated man that should present himself as educated?  Shoes speak volumes. Yesterday I saw him taking the laces off his nasty abused shoes.  He had another pair of shoes, the exact pair (yes he bought two of the exact pairs) that were slightly less beaten up and proudly showed me his “new” shoes.

There are many examples of his attachment/commitment issues.  I’ll share just one more.  He has his desk and chair that he spends more time at then home or anywhere else.  I came over to his space and plopped myself down on his chair, I mean literally plopped down. And wham!!! I had whiplash!!!  His chair… or part of a chair had a missing wheel!  The poor chair was supporting  the weight of a human on three wheels!  I figured it was because he did not have time to get a replacement. I offered to do so.  Sanj seemed appalled that I would offer such a thing!  “This is MY chair!”  (Insert eye rolling and exasperation.  What is wrong with this human?  And I need a crazy pill?

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Did you know you can buy replacement wheels for people with commitment/attachment issues?  Maybe he is not the only when with these issues!

Love this man of mine!  Yup!  I think I am safe to say he’s a keeper.  Well, I’m a keeper!

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He’s pretty attached to that stuff on his face! Oh well, I hear it could be worse!

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#Suicidesucks… #SometimesLifeDoesToo

This week there was so much in the news about suicide in light of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain.  I suppose it is shocking to many of us considering that they seemed to have everything as judged by society.  I remember when Robin Williams committed suicide it made an impression on me.    He was someone that I loved as he was corky, average in his appearance and yet was so gifted to make the world smile. His death made my heart hurt so much for him.  I read about how despite sharing his depression  and what other issues he suffered from, he ultimately felt so low  that it was not worth it.  Not being, seemed easier.

Interestingly, while everyone has their opinion, I don’t see suicide as a weakness.  I see it as sad and horrific for those that are left behind, maybe even selfish (I am sure many think this) but I can’t see it as weakness.

Here’s my reasoning… How much strength or despair does it take to do it? To hang yourself?  I can’t imagine that moment when you let go and dangle there…  I can barely count to three and prick my finger to check my sugars, knowing that sting is coming  despite the sting lasting a split second, it is something that still makes me pause.  What does it take to make that one step of no return?

Suffering from depression over the years, there have been many a time of the 40+ years that life ending seemed so much easier than life continuing.  Depression is a very dark place.  It is a very lonely place.  It is a place that can be so paralyzing.  Sleep, that kind of sleep that is so deep, that shuts out the world is a place of such comfort.

Everyone says talk to someone, and I too suggest strongly doing so.  Any yet, talk to someone that you feel safe with.  Talk to someone that will really listen.  Talk to someone that gives you relief by sharing.  For me, this is my therapist.  It took a lot of long, dark lonely years to realize that I was not finding the right person.  Journaling helped me.  A lot. I know this isn’t for everyone.  Some people find exercising a relief.  Some find eating a relief. Singing, dancing, sports, cooking even cleaning can be someone’s relief.

There are so many times when it’s all so hard.  There’s so many times that I hate my pills knowing without them, functioning as a somewhat sane person would be impossible.  I hate the craziness that is a constant in my head.  My mind is in constant motion.  My mind finds no rest in sleep.  My sleep brings about dreams, more often than not, stressful or full of boogie man kind of stuff that I need a light on for me, not my kids. God is truly the One that held my hand and walked with me, often carrying me.  I know this is a constant.  Ending it… has come to mind… when I was the lowest… After being rape, I thought of it a lot.  I was alone.  After being hurt over and again by my parents, I thought about it.  I was all alone.  After pregnancy, not realizing it was severe postpartum depression and there WAS help, I thought about it.  At my lowest of lows, over the period of time that mental health was in a very bad place, I thought about it.  I  felt all alone (even though I wasn’t).  There have been moments in time, when it was SO HARD.  And yet, actually hurting myself, I was too scared.  And God had other plans.  So He again, carried me. Till I could stand again.  Till I could see again.  Till I found hope again. And, I know this is His promise when/if that horribleness returns.

PTSD sucks.  Depression sucks.  Anxiety sucks.  Moodiness sucks. Eating disorders suck. Addiction sucks. Personality disorders sucks.  OCD sucks.  And the list goes on…

My life is a yo-yo as far as my depression and anxiety goes.  For the most part, my meds, doctors and therapist are able to keep me pretty balanced and I can function as a decent mom, wife and friend.  Then something happens, such as watching my mom dying and then die and then finding my balance after all that pain and the emptiness that comes with her gone, forever.  I find myself off balance.  All that pain from yesteryear, all the things that caused my brokenness, that caused me to be labeled someone with post traumatic  stress disorder comes crashing down.  All the abuse and betrayal that come with being victimized by the church/ clergy never seem to be far away and then I feel so weighted.

I hide it.  Well, I should say I try to hide it.  And then they come, “What’s wrong?”  You don’t seem like yourself, are you ok?”  The one that cut me, my son, “You know I love you, right?”  When I question this, as he is usually my child whose love language is not verbal but rather acts of kindness, he said, “You look sad.”

I’m not suicidal.  Yet I see it differently.  Those that do it, that end it… I don’t see them as weak.  I see them as ….strong in their pain that it must end.  I am not advocating suicide.  I am NOT encouraging suicide.  AT ALL.

I am just saying, all the hash tags that are linked to suicide… #talktome #suicideprevention #depression #mentalhealth etc.  there’s so much more to the hashtags.  Sometimes reaching someone that can’t reach out to you or anyone outside themselves is important.  Sometimes instead of asking “how are you,” in passing, ask “how are you” and take time to encourage the real answer.  I think that the key to truly changing mental health is to see that someone that is really struggling with mental health, is stronger than you think.  They survived yesterday.  They are trying to survive today.

I really don’t know  how much strength it takes to end it but I assume it must take a lot of darkness and weariness.  I do know that somedays, getting though 24 hours is a super human feat.  I do know that many a day, only God grants me that strength.

I am not alone.  If this is you, then know you are not alone.  Yet know that while we may feel alone, maybe surviving  the 24 hours will bring a day that is much better.  There is alway hope, if we get past this moment.

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Tyler Graduate…

Today my Tyler (kid#2) is graduating with his Business degree!  This child of mine has been a joy to his father and I and we are so proud of him and the man he is becoming.  I have forever been calling him my gentle giant since he was in Jk.  He was such a timid child, one that would hide behind me when out and about.  Know I know he will stand in front of me and defend me to the ends of the earth.  He is a defender of those he loves.

As he has grown, he has lost his timidness and became a confident, silly, funny, motivated man.  As I write the word MAN, I am not sure how that is possible, and a lump in my throat is growing as I just adore this son of mine.

Sometimes picture say it best…

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Such a beautiful baby… truly a gift from God to Sanj and I.

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I’m jumping to boyhood sadly my pictures are on another computer … but this face is one of mischief and playfulness.

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He can be very intensive and a thinker.

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He loves gifts but can never stand to not know what may be coming his way!

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He is an athlete …

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He is a lover of animals…

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He has always had a fascination with his facial hair…

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We are so proud to be his mom and dad…

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LOL he is a big kid…

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He is my styling man, thrilled when he could fit into his dad’s clothes… dad not so thrilled.

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He loved his Ammama and she loved him.  He was never to big to crawl into her bed and hang out with her.  She was and would be so proud of him today.

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A boy and his toy…

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A beautiful girl and her lucky boy….

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Again, mischievous child of ours… this picture was on picture day one year in high school.  There was a no hat policy for pictures.  I guess this child of mine took that as a challenge.

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Brothers stick together.  Don’t mess with his brothers as he is a defender to them whether he likes them that day or not.

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He is a guy’s guy.

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And then sometimes not… he was cleaning up the tarp from the winter rink… and then scurried out of there tell Sanj the snake was THIS BIG and he was not going back! lol

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Tyler, we are so proud of you.

We love you.

You will always be our baby.

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Missing Ammama…

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My mom was well known for her talented cooking skills.  She did not use recipes or measurements and could make anything taste great.  We grew up loving spinach, okra, fish, Brussels sprouts, liver (I never knew it was liver)… and the list goes on.  We loved eating.  We were never the kind that ate to live but simply enjoyed eating.

My mom lived with us for 5ish years from the time Sammy was a couple of months.  She was a very very very fussy eater.  If you knew her and tried to feed her or watched her eat anything but her own cooking, you know this.  She was not trying to be rude but she just truly preferred what she made over anything.

My boys loved my mom’s food.  Every time Ammama came, they each rattled off their desired meals.  My  mom always accommodated.   They loved her cooking so much that there was never left overs.  That is the case now, with thing any one makes but when they were younger this would happen.  Here’s the thing, Indian food, most of it requires prep and sometimes consuming prep.  I would peel the potatoes, but she always wanted to cut potatoes herself, her way.  I was never sure whether to be offended as I was in my 40s, a grown up that cooked too!  She was the same with onions or various vegetables. She was very conscious of how her food looked as much as how it tasted.

My boys were very connected to their Ammama and loved her very much.  Her suffering and death were and continue to be  very hard on them.  One of the boys looked so sad the other day and when I asked what was wrong, he told me he was missing Ammama. We tried out a new Indian restaurant that serves dosa  (an Indian type crepe with fermented batter).  Dosa was something my mom made that we could not eat enough of.  One batch she easier stood there made at least 30+.  She would just keep making them till the boys said they were full because they felt bad for eating so much. While at the restaurant, the boys were talking about how Ammama’s dosa was better.  Or how they preferred Ammama’s tomato chutney to the coconut one that is typical with this dish. There was Ammama’s fish curry that she put green mango in so it gave a sour bit it, or her  lamb and gongara  and the list continues.

Yes, my mom did teach me to cook.  I feel pretty awesome when my boys tell me it’s like Ammama’s or almost as good and yet a piece of me knows that my mom’s cooking was top notch.  There’s a part of me that wants my boys to remember Ammama’s cooking as the best and continue to hold that memory close to their hearts, as with time the taste will be forgotten yet the memory will be in their hearts.

We have such a crazy memory of my mom in the kitchen.  If you cook Indian food, you know that as you cook, splatting is a nightmare on your clothes.  The stains that can come with the curry, oil, turmeric, etc can do a number on your clothing. My mom knew this and usually put an old top on.  I am not sure what she was cooking but if I was to guess, she was likely frying fish for curry (I know, I did say her cooking was delicious but certainly not low fat)!  Again, I am not sure of the reason, I just brushed it off as my mom being eccentric… she had out a black garbage bag over her, poked holes for her arms and was cooking away.  Sanj came home, saw this and was appalled!  He looked at my mom and told her how unsafe that was.  A bit of grease or what not and the bag would melt on her or worse she would get burned or a fire would could spark… who knew!  This is a memory that often makes us laugh and my mom always looked sheepish when it was retold.

I am not sure if my brothers and I every really thought of the work my mom put into the meals we took for granted.  She worked full time and then some and yet we always had a decent meal.  As I make meals, simple meals, tired and often grumpy doing so, I often think of my mom and the strength this took.  I guess God really does give us what we need and He knew what she needed.

I love how my mom is smiling and cooking.  This picture is of my mom in her element…her love language shouting out to us that were lucky enough to be loved by her.

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I Heard Him…

If you follow me, you know that this passion is about sexual assault, the #metoo movement, #churchtoo #pastoralabuse.  I am grateful that God has given me strength to speak up about this issue and to be a voice for many that cannot speak about their pain and abuse.

This morning I was reading a powerful article by a lady that had horrible abuse by her father and then this continued to be abused by different men in her life as she went to the different phases of life.  It spoke to me.  It reminded me that this #metoo movement is not going away.  It is gaining momentum as more women (and men) feel empowerment at the injustice that is so huge and wide spread.  I think that suddenly, those that have been abused, realize that they are not alone!  It is really a lonely place to be.  It is a place of self loathing.  It is a place of needing to forgive yourself and yet not finding that power to do so.  OK, I can obviously go on with this … but I am getting distracted about the point of this post.

I have forever said I am going to write a book.  FOREVER!  I probably have written a few version of the book I am wanting to write and then I discard it.  Now is the time.  I know this is the time and am ready.  I made myself a nook at the office so that I head to work with the family and have a time carved out to write with no household distracts.  I find that being around people is something that helps me.  So, this is where I am at.  On top of all this, I know that God is and has been nudging me to get going.  All the obstacles are out of the way.  I have the support of Sanj who is very tolerate of all my projects.  Some I complete, others fall by the way side.  So I am sitting here in my nook….

This morning as I was reading this article, I was flooded with doubt.  I mean MAJOR doubt.  Have you read my husband’s stuff?  He writes so beautifully and uses big words!  I read my brother’s stuff and there are such powerful thoughts I wonder how we are related.  I read this article, saying stuff that I want to say and found myself in a mode of panic.  I was letting God know this, as I stood in the shower ( the quietest time of my day).  I know He knows all my thought and emotions and yet in this moment I was flooded with insecurities.

I love how people come up with quotes that become well known.  I wish I could think of something cool that Toby Mac has on his sites or Maya Angelo, or Abraham Lincoln.  As I stood there, full of doubt, ready to go into a full on panic attack (well, not like before), I had this thought…

If God calls you, He will empower you.

I walked out of the shower and felt shaky (not from low blood sugar).  I felt held up.  I felt a huge WOW moment.  God just reassured me!  I am not one that will say God spoke to me… of course He has but it has been different.  This time, I know God was promising me that He is calling and He will give me what I need.  I felt kind of giddy.  (If you know me,  you know that I can get very excitable, easily).

SO…. I am writing this for a reason.  I am going into this with faith.  Maybe not as small as a mustard seed, but it is small.  Yet my excitement is full on.  So, I am going to quit stalling and DO IT.  I am writing this 1) because I am excited to really HEAR God’s voice loud and clear 2) to ask if you will pray for me and for this project and 3) please buy my book  (here is where I hear Sanj’s voice telling me not to get ahead of myself…lol).

Thank you ahead of time!

xoxo

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Happy Nurses Week

My mom told me from a very young age that the nursing profession was one that I should never consider.  I am not the kind that handles any bodily pieces or liquids that are not attached or exiting ones body well.  My boys know from that first wiggly tooth to not come to me with it.  I cannot stand to even see it wiggly much less handle that nasty phase of when it is dangling by that last bit. Just writing this is making my skin crawl.

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My Mom Awarded Nurse of the Year

As you can imagine, with six very active boys, we have had our share of nasty body piece that have come detached or foreign objects piercing flesh or many times fluids exiting and not landing in places that would be appreciated.  Sanj has usually been around and done the ER trips to have things removed, attached, detached and/or any glued back. Oh the stories… but that could be a whole book in itself!

The last few weeks of my mom’s life, she slowly lost the ability to do things that we think nothing of and most take for granted.  My youngest brother was often the one that helped her over the months do things  and yet as the last weeks came, it was me that she needed/wanted to help her.  My mom commented every so often, “Who would have thought that you would do all this, “ and the voice in my head would often agree and think, “Certainly not me!!!”

We had in home hospice care and the nurses and aids would come and do their thing.  Often, even though help was there, my mom would still ask me to do stuff.  It really is amazing how God gives you the strength to do what He asks of you.

Here are some of the things I learned… what nurses do is something that no one in any other profession does.  Their jobs require skill, knowledge above and beyond the books, gentle hands, gentle voices that can be firm when needed, hearts that are huge and a true love for people that often requires them to go above and beyond.  Being a nurse for 30 plus years, my mom was truly a difficult patient in her last months.  Looking back, I realize that it was likely fear and loss of control that likely had her “misbehaving.”  I am pretty sure somewhere on the hospice wall is a picture of my mom with the award of Most Difficult Patient.

The whole time I was there, the nurses were great.  And yet, my mom’s last 24 hours, when she decided to stop fighting  and she was ready to go, the nurses that were with us those bleak, scary, horrible hours, may actually be angels.  All my mom wanted was a bath.  Not the sponge baths she would get at this point but rather the baths/showers we take for granted every day.  As she lay there, struggling to breath, as my brother and I would dose off, wondering what the next hour would bring, this beautiful nurse gave my mom a bath.  Of course it was a sponge one but she did not have to do this.  She was clean and at this point would not have known better yet she did this with such kindness.  She then spent at least a half hour massaging my mom’s legs and arms.  I am sure that at this point my mom did not really understand any of this but must have felt comfort from the touch of this nurse as she so compassionately massaged my mom.  Another nurse came into relieve the night nurse and yet this nurse still stayed.  Together they dressed my mom, combed her hair and blessed her with dignity as she was breathing her last breath.  Soon after this, they called my brother and I in and said she was going.  She took her last breath.  She left us with dignity and pride that she would have wanted.  I may not remember these two nurses names, but I will always remember their acts of kindness that the hospice staff showed my mom.

To all the nurses out there, Thank you.  Thank you for going above and beyond what is required of you.  I have often said I never understood why anyone would want to be a nurse.  I still don’t but am grateful for you beautiful people that do!

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My Own Grizzly Adams!!!

Over the last year, it seems that beards are in.  I should rephrase that, not the low trim or couple of days growth but the Grizzly Adams kind of look!  We used to love watching Grizzly Adams.  His look was kinda cool as he often resembled his buddies the grizzlies. grizzly adams and bearCan you spot him? lol

My husband seems to have found this beard thing a fascination.  Sanj had a beard from the time I first met him.  He shaved it off years after we were married and I remember having to adjust with his beardless face.  Mind you, his beard was always trimmed low and well-groomed.

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Love this face… and this beard is how I knew him forever.

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A day’s worth of growth… love this face!

sanj4I should have cropped this to bring his face closer… even here, as he grows it out, I am ok with it.  It is a novelty. It makes him happy.  He loves matching his clothes with his beard.  I love him so I love this face.

sanj5OK…. now…. I think I’m done.  The man is hairy.  His chest is hairy.  There’s not much distinction from where that face I love ends and his chest begins.

And yet, the boy in this man is so happy to keep growing this craziness all over him.  He loves the products that are available for this scruff.  He loves playing with it. It seems to make him happy.

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And so I cannot help but just love this face that gets such joy out of such a mess! lol

Feel free to only make positive comments.

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Don’t Judge A Book By His Cover

Unknown-1I have had a couple of crazy moments in the last couple of weeks where God has been showing me His presence.  The truth be told, sometimes I think He’s been waving me down to grab my attention.  I had to go to the hospital to do an errand.  Our hospital in town, I never really will understand the design of it.  It is a crazy maze that requires a map to find your way around.  The main floor, for example, is the 4th.  Why? The 2nd floor is the basement.  (Well, at least I think it is, I don’t think there is a 1st floor).  This is irrelevant but the point is that I had to make my way to a department on the 2nd floor.  This floor is not very populated and I actually always find it kind of creepy being there never knowing who is going to come around the corner or how I will find my way as I am usually lost looking for the elevator that takes me to the 4th floor.

This really all too say that the basement creeps me out.  I suppose I feel very vulnerable when I am alone.  I went and completed my errand.  I went to find the elevators that would take me back to the main floor.  I stood at the elevator only to see that one was out of service.  The other one was being entered by a cop, who was pushing a wheelchair with a man that was handcuffed.  The elevator was kind of full and since I was not sure if this was the right spot, I hesitated long enough that the door shut.  I turned around and there stood a man that looked like his face had been shot.  I suppose this was my irrational fear that took over my mind.   I figured  that the guy the police had handcuffed and this man with his face missing had an altercation.  That was my initial thought.  I only looked at this man for half a second and was so shaken that I headed in another direction that I thought had another set of elevators.  I was shaking and freaked out that I was alone in this hall with this man.  (if you have followed my blog, you likely know that I suffer from PTSD and this is a trigger).  I tried calling Sanj so that he would “be with me” but of course he chose that moment to be unavailable and be with a patient.  I was all alone.  Of course I was praying that God would keep me safe from anything bad.

I found myself back to the same spot, alone.  I entered the elevator and felt so relieved that I had escaped the bad guys.  I saw my man with the face that looked like he had been shot outside.

My heart felt something.  I will admit there was some fear and yet I felt such sadness for this man.  I named him Bob.  He is a patient.  Friends who have someone in palliative care said my “Bob” is there too.  He likely has face cancer.  He’s dying.  He had no mouth or nose from what I could see in my 2 second glance.  The space where the cancer, I’m assuming, has eaten away is a huge crater that is sadly hideous, it is something no one should have to live with.

My heart just ached and actually continues to ache for “Bob.” I found myself praying for him since I saw him.  I found myself wishing so BADLY I had said hi to him or that I could have smiled at him.  I hated that I assumed the worst and thought of him as a bad guy.  I cannot stop thinking of him.  I keep praying for him.  As I googled face cancer, if that is what is killing him, I did not see one case that was as horrible as his.  I wondered when someone had hugged him last or smiled at him?  Did he think a smile was someone mocking him?

I watched my mom die, grateful that she died knowing she was loved.  I watched a stranger die (my next post…) grateful to found out he was adored.   I find death so ugly a thing and yet as I think of my Bob, who’s likely to pass soon, I wonder if he was loved.  When was he hugged last? I really hope that my Bob dies feeling God’s love surrounding him.

 I learned a valuable lesson.  We never know someone’s story.  We can never know the pain or hurt that one has lived through.  We can only know that God loves each of us. (I won’t remind you that I am His Favourite).  🙂  I hope I never judge a book by its cover again.  And… could you please say a prayer for my Bob,” that he feels peace and love surround him?

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