When I was a little girl I had a friend I played with nearly every day. Even when others thought they were too old to play with her – I still did. I was so loyal to her — rarely going anywhere without thinking of her and if I ought to bring her along. She was beautiful — so beautiful, in fact, that I found myself dreaming that one day I might look like her — charming as she was. She had fabulous clothes and shoes – beautiful hair and a perpetual smile. I sometimes wonder if…
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I love, love, love catering weddings and making wedding cakes and making things special for people I love. I sort of discovered that I’m an adrenaline junkie. I love the thrill of planning, purchasing, preparing and presenting food — any kind of food — for parties and weddings. I love hearing what people want to have served at their wedding. I love getting a glimpse of what they’re picturing for the day. I love picturing it myself — grasping it — and mentally preparing it and then I love telling them: Okay… we’ll do it! It’s sort of…
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This is a copy of a post I wrote in May ’08. I am re-posting it as part of my 30 Favourite Things of my Fiftieth Year because that event was an exceedingly significant event whereby the LORD demonstrated His watchcare and His love. And I know all the more now — actually, to a much greater degree than I did all those months ago: that no matter what: God loves me with an everlasting love and should HE decide to take my husband home — I know that I know He will provide for me. His love is…
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It seems I’m continually working on talks and I started thinking back on the last year or so and I can only marvel at the work of the LORD. It is bay the grace of God that I can do the meetings or give the talks at Titus 2 meetings or retreats or whatever. It is because God never wastes a thread that I am able to piece together some significant and insignificant events and fit them with Truths of God’s Word and other events in life and convey messages that, hopefully and prayerfully, help other women. For some…
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Of all the things I’ve done in the last year, I think climbing Mt. Pilchuck was probably my favourite personal accomplishment — or, at least it’s something I’m most glad I did. Through all the years of pregnancies and nursing babies, tending the home, homeschooling the children and church related commitments, I didn’t even consider a lot of outside activities — well, at least not outside of my small realm, anyway. And I certainly never even considered hiking. Probably not even once. Really. I would have said that I am just not the “outdoorsy” type and that the only reason…
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So it happened. A letter came in the mail today. From the AARP. No, it was not addressed to: Resident. It was addressed to me. My name – not Mrs. not Ms. Just my name. I know. I still occasionally think that I will receive a letter addressed to: Miss. I even dream think there’s still a possibility of being “carded” at the checkstand buying cooking wine. O, stop laughing. Stranger things have happened. I think it must be part of that princess deal. I don’t know. So, why is receiving that ARRP subscription on my 30 Favourite Things…
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The will of God will never take you… Where the grace of God cannot keep you, Where the arms of God cannot support you Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs, Where the power of God cannot endow you. The will of God will never take you, Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you, Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you, Where the army of God cannot protect you, Where the hands of God cannot mold you. The will of God will never take you, Where the love of God cannot enfold you, Where the…
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Settled. That’s really how I want to remember my fiftieth year. Actually, I sure wish I had been — or felt — settled a lot earlier in my life — but I wasn’t — not really. So, I want to affirm that this has sort of been the year of settling things. I’ve never really felt all that ‘self-assured’ or confident. Too often I’ve been swayed or even derailed by what others might think or what others might say about this or that decision or action I might have made or taken . Therefore, I’ve tended to doubt. A lot.…
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On the first day of my fiftieth year… my husband’s family began arriving for the funeral and memorial service for his grandmother. It was a bittersweet day as many gathered to honour her — to pay their respects, laugh, cry, look at photographs, reminisce, sift through treasures and memories and to lay to rest a woman who’d spent her whole life toiling for the Lord and for those He brought across her path. At nearly one-hundred years old — twice my age — she had lived a very full, very rich life. However, by many standards, “rich” might not have…