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I go to Metro a few times a week as a run in and run out. I care for my Oma twice a day and it's right across the street. The prices are insane, so I will just go to grab sales or milk or cans of rotel because it's the only place that I have found it in town. Their deli made pizza is also really great on a busy day once in a while. Fourteen dollars for an extra large pepperoni that doesn't taste like card board is a real deal.  After Oma's on Saturday evening, I ran into Metro, just hoping that I wouldn't meet anyone that I know. You know those times? lol I was dresssed in my burgundy sweat pants and black zip up and birkenstocks and my hair was a mess. I was in the produce department looking at bags of honeycrisps for $2. Quite a steal. I also had a pizza in my cart for the girls for supper on Sunday night as a treat. An older man came up to me and asked me about the pizza in my cart. He said that he had heard negative things since the place had been renovated. I a

Always Faithful.

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I'm getting older and find myself reflecting on the past and looking towards the future differently than I did as a younger person.  The Lord has seen it best to make our path more windy than straight. Some days I long for a straight simple path, but as I continue to mature and experience life as a Jesus lover, I am seeing that our peak and valley life has taught me so much.  The more we need to depend on the Lord, the more we see who He is. Sometimes it's seen starkly in the moment and other times we need to look backwards to see the Lord's care, faithfulness, mercy, grace and steadfastness. It doesn't take away the hurt, disappointment or hard circumstances. He doesn't promise easy, but He does promise to always be with us.  The more experience we have in trusting Him in times of trouble, the more opportunity we have to see that He cares and is always faithful. In turn, the more natural it becomes for trust to be our default. I've been thinking about this a l

Death Under the Bridge

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On the way to Oma’s on Monday morning, I was driving down the hill on Fingal Line, under the elevated park bridge . There were two cars parked in the road, close to the bottom of the hill. At first, I thought that it was an accident. I slowed to see if all was well, but then I saw him. It’s been 2 days and as I write this, I am struggling with sadness. My chest is heavy and my heart physically hurts. Tears have been behind my eyes since Monday morning and fall a few times a day whenever the pictures of that morning run through my mind.   As I stopped close to the lady standing in the left lane, I scanned the situation and adrenaline shot through my body. I asked the lady if they needed help, but as the words left my lips, I knew. The words were only my desperate longing for him not to be dead. She said, “No honey. We can’t help. He’s gone. I’ve already called 9-1-1.”  She was very tender with me.  In those first moments as I scanned, I got a good look at him and the pictures have been

25 years

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Today is our 25th wedding anniversary and yesterday was our 26th engagment anniversary. Those are pretty big numbers. That also means that we have been a couple for 29 years this August. It’s hard to believe. We always acknowledge and celebrate our love for each other in a special way on or around our anniversary, but this number seems more significant than usual. Maybe because it’s ¼ of a century. It seems fitting to reflect on the time that has passed and on the Lord’s goodness to us.  Going back 25 years makes me want to cringe a little bit. I think that our 16 year old is more mature than we were when we got married. But when we smile and think about those 2 young kids, even though we dated for 4 years, we realize how little we really knew about each other, or even ourselves. Truthfully, we had no idea what we were getting into. I wonder what we would have thought if we could have seen even a tiny bit of the path that the Lord would put us on. Natually, there has been an ebb and fl

Six

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Tessa is turning 6 tomorrow. She...  Is not looking forward to soccer because it's just not her. "Dad, I am not meant to be rough and tough. Ballet is me. I am meant to be kind, sweet and beautiful."  Sometimes struggles with being the youngest and watching her siblings get older and move on without her. "Mom, I have bad memories... Josh leaving. Micah leaving... (Silence. Then wistfully.) Nice boys. (Long Sigh.)" "Mom, when is Micah going to move back into our home forever. Where he belongs?" I said probably never. She wept and screamed his name. Her heart broke. There are advantages to being the youngest. But there is hard that comes with it.  Has mature thoughts and asks insightful questions.  Feels deeply and loves well.  Loves all things soft and cuddly. I'm included in this category. (: Is sure that she shares more 'genetics' with me than with Ken. "Mom, we just have so much in common...." Loves to swim (It clicked last week
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I am writing this post, not so much to update you. I don't think my injury is update worthy. Ha. Seriously. But I need to document all of my equipement to look back on someday.  It's been three weeks since my fall and I have made tremendous progress. I went from not being able to straighten my leg for 2 weeks, to being able to walk in the last week. I use crutches or a cain when I am tired, but I can walk very slowly on my own. There is some pain still and my body is exhausted, but it's healing pain. I drove 2 times this week out of necessity and it's quite excruciating. Sitting in the van is also very uncomfortable. The top of my leg is still super bruised. It makes me disappointed that I'm not ready for church yet. I need a couch to sit on if it's more than 15 minutes. But I am so thankful for my healing. I appreciate every step and the freedom I have to get up and get myself some water or help tidy up and make some of supper. It's given me a whole new per

I flew and it wasn't anywhere fun.

I have been meaning to sit and write this post for a week. But out of necessity, my kids have been doing the majority of the work in the house and my computer charger got lost in the shuffle 10 days ago. I thought it would be around the corner every day. But it's wasn't. So I had to wait for one from amazon. (: But first!!!!! My sister in law Lynne came home today. She has been in the hospital for a few months with COVID. My tears haven't stopped all day. What a tender Father we have. I just don't have the words to express our thankfulness. The Lord has heard our prayers and we are so grateful and humbled by His goodness.  Two weeks ago yesterday I fell. I didn't fall, I flew. It was a home morning for me. I didn't take care of Oma that morning, so we got school done pretty early. The door was locked and I had my pajajma dress on - with pockets. It was one of my favourite kind of mornings.  Since we had so much time, the little girls and I decided to rearrange t