Finding balance amidst the ever changing constancy of life

My Quirky Fun Little Family of Bloggers

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My eldest daughter has become a blogger! I could not be more proud. And, now, her latest entry has gotten so many views (If you would like, you can view it here!)

How I love the perspective my daughter’s words bring. Her writing emphasizes our connection, yet from differing vantage points – the view of a baby boomer and that of a millennial.

Her latest blog discusses milestones so many of the 20-somethings are facing. And I have to say, I am so proud of her strong and courageous perspective! She remains true to herself as she navigates the sometimes stormy waters of age-mates getting married and settling down, when this is something she is not yet ready for.

I recall myself, at the tender age of 23, and the social group I was involved with as a result of my then-boyfriend (and now husband!) They were all getting engaged, married, buying houses and having babies. I was still so excited about my job as a legal secretary for a “Bay Street” law firm, and my lovely little apartment at Yonge and Eglinton in Toronto (coined “Young and Eligible” at the time!) Eventually, their constant domestic conversations overwhelmed me. After all, we were still so young! I asked myself, was this all there was to life now? All the anticipation of growing up culminates in this?

I recall one New Year’s Eve in particular, where we were all together. In keeping with what had become customary, the boys were in one group talking and the girls in another. The female conversation quickly turned to the usual – who is getting married next? Who is preggers now? What is the best choice – breast feeding or formula? Ugggg! I finally reached my limit! With a large dose of frustration, and a wee bit of liquid courage, I dared to say the unsayable: “Is this all we are going to talk about from now on? Is this the only thing we have in our life now? Marriage and babies? That’s it?”

Well, let me tell you, the silence dropped like a bomb. It was like a brick descending on me with such force to knock me out. Multiple saucered eyes turned my way and stared wordlessly. And finally the silence was broken with this icey-toned comment: “You have a problem with marriage and babies??? You don’t want that?????” A quick exchange of horrified looks, then more curious silence followed, eyes still fixed on me – the aberration of nature apparently. Suffice it to say, what a damper that was to the evening. I was left feeling that there was something seriously wrong with me. And I vowed to keep my mouth shut moving forward. After awhile, the ladies resumed their conversation, this time subtly excluding me.

I am so glad my daughter is in a better place than I was so many years ago!

Flash forward to 2017, and I actually did become a married lady (29 years in the next few weeks!) and I did manage to have the standard two kids, with the beautiful home – and even a lovely grandchild thrown into the mix!

But, I am thrilled to announce, that was not all there was to it!!!

Though raising my children turned out to be the most enjoyable job of my life – there were other careers!!!! And each has enriched my life so much in so many different ways! I have grown and met new people and learned new lessons and enjoyed all of my years, including those parts that had nothing at all to do with my husband and marriage and children! How very blessed I am!

So, I was so thrilled to read that my daughter is looking forward to a future that includes, yes, marriage and children, but also SO MUCH MORE! And the huge thing for me is, she feels quite free and confident to voice this! How incredible! What a leap from my night so many years ago.

I am so incredibly proud and grateful.

Please check out her blog!

Breathe Past it

Once upon a time in yoga class, we were laying in savasana and the instructor guided us to breathe into each part of our body. She advised that, should we have an injury, no matter how old, to breathe past it. Breathe past it to a time before the injury, when there was no pain.


Today I paid a visit to my home of nearly 30 years ago – the place where I came of age. I walked the surrounding familiar streets, stood outside my former apartment building, and sat in the green space behind it. And I breathed. I breathed past it all. Past 29 years.

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I breathed past disappointments in myself and others;

I breathed past “what ifs”;

I breathed past struggles, hurt, anger and all the other baggage-injuries that 29 years can hold.

I sat as I did as a 20 year old. Full of youthful confidence, strength and hope for the future.

I was just quietly myself.

How lovely. I found the essence of me.

Such peace.

Such healing.

I decided right then and there –  I am taking this me back as I leave.

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Friday Afternoon Gratitude


It’s a rainy, dark, chilly and dismal day here in my neck of the woods. Yet, I love a rainy day! And I was able to score some time off of work leaving the hectic schedule behind to pause and simply be grateful.

Lately, it seems I have focussed too much on what has gone awry in my life. “My former church hurt me, it was so unfair, now what …” But, you know what? It’s time to leave all that behind. Life rarely goes as planned. And why waste time and energy meditating on things and people that went wrong? With a little change in perspective and a slight shift in direction, unplanned circumstances can lead to wonderful places. This, in all actuality, is what has happened. I need to remember that.

So, here I am today, making Coq au Vin in my slow cooker and anticipating a lovely night in with a dear friend who has become like a sister to me. I’ve messaged back and forth with the precious grown up daughters, and with the hubby. Life is good!

I realize how very blessed I am. It seems the small events and happenings all add up to a wonderful life. I couldn’t go another day without acknowledging this.

And now I look forward to the future.




Journey Through Lent – Claiming My Reconciliation


As I write this, we are on the cusp of the fourth week of lent. My original aspiration of doing a daily blog has gone amiss. But here I am today. In all honesty, I have spent time healing after the Day 8 and 9 reflection.

This morning while searching the internet for churches near me, I stumbled upon this quote (with a reference to the Henri Nouwen Society, meditations):

How do we work for reconciliation? First and foremost by claiming for ourselves that God through Christ has reconciled us to God. It is not enough to believe this with our heads. We have to let the truth of this reconciliation permeate every part of our beings. As long as we are not fully and thoroughly convinced that we have been reconciled with God, that we are forgiven, that we have received new hearts, new spirits, new eyes to see, and new ears to hear, we continue to create divisions among people because we expect from them a healing power they do not possess. (Church Site)

I have read this over a few times. Each time, it becomes more of a blessing.

On day 1 of this lent season, I was encouraged to rip my heart open to expose all that was within it. Since then, I have been examining the contents and carefully extracting anything unhealthy. Now, it seems the time has come for my heart to be knit back up again. The quote above is becoming the first stitch in this endeavour.

The truth is, my acceptance lies in God. I always knew this in my head. However, knowing this in one’s heart and soul is another matter. And I think this is where I became vulnerable and a candidate to be hurt within my former church. God through Christ has reconciled me to himself. There is no more work to be done. There are no additional sacrifices to be made. And, gosh, I did a lot of unnecessary sacrificing. I strove to give more money to the church than I could afford – they were a “tithing” church – and I subsequently felt terribly guilty when I could not meet their requirements. Because I simply could not. And you know what? God never expects a hard working family to give up taking care of their own financial needs in favour of a church (“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.” 1 Timothy 5:8).

I used to worry too much about being acceptable to the people in the church, especially the “top” people (pastor and his wife). I was overly sensitive to any subtly negative comments regarding my theological views or the way I choose to live my life. Now don’t get me wrong. I am an open minded person who does not mind constructive criticism given compassionately and with a positive motive. This is how we grow. But I felt that I needed to jump through ridiculous hoops that Jesus never required, in order to be a “better” Christian. It came to the point that I had to censer myself in every word I said or post I wrote. This was so silly. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16).” The verse says “whoever believes in him …” It does not say “whoever believes in him, and also does x, y and z”.

I do not want this to turn into a venting “they did me wrong” post. So I will stop the memories here. I am looking forward to the future now. I have a church in mind to try out tomorrow (Sunday) and I really hope it works out. If not, well, I know I am acceptable to God anyway. I know I belong in the Christian world as much as anybody else. This is enough right now.

Only when we fully trust that we belong to God and can find in our relationship with God all that we need for our minds, hearts, and souls, can we be truly free in this world and be ministers of reconciliation. This is not easy; we readily fall back into self-doubt and self-rejection. We need to be constantly reminded through God’s Word, the sacraments, and the love of our neighbours that we are indeed reconciled. (Church Site)

Journey Through Lent 2017 – Day 8 and 9

Signs of Mercy


“This generation is an evil generation;

It seeks a sign but no sign will be given it,

Except the sign of Jonah” – Luke 11:29

I spent a couple of days on this verse. It has become my day 8 and day 9 reflection.

The reading talks about accepting the truth that people we may not like or approve of, are a part of God’s plan too. It drives home the point that we are all God’s creations. Not one person, denomination, culture, or spirituality outshines another. It may help to see God as a parent with many children, all with different personalities and talents, and all of whom He loves. We are not cookie cutters. All are worthy of a relationship with God. Everyone gets a chance.

I have allowed this concept to settle within me over the last 48 hours. It has been very helpful in my journey to healing this Lenten season. I have mentioned the church I used to attend, and how I was hurt. The most hurtful – and final – thing that happened was I received a registered letter saying I was to be removed from the membership in not only the local church, but the entire denomination. The reason cited was lack of attendance and financial support. No other explanation was given. I cannot begin to describe what something like this does to a person after years of faithful service. To add further hurt, my expulsion was to be done at the meeting of their board. How completely humiliating! The church board was made up of people I knew and worshipped alongside for years. All because suddenly somebody deemed me unworthy.

After this letter, I started to see myself as an “outcast” – sent away from Christian life.

It was isolating

It was embarrassing

It was infuriating

And it was soul crushing.

Admittedly, I was not attending anymore (I had my reasons). But it is such a shame they could not have simply left it at that, without the letter being sent. I would have either decided to come back, or not.

Signs of Mercy. I needed some back then.

Afterwards, I began to define myself as the “outcast”.  This thought grew. It took on a life of it’s own. Soon, it was not just this church that I felt estranged from. I started to see all churches that way. I had lost trust. And when you feel unable to open your heart to corporate worship, unfortunately this can extend to affect your relationship with God Himself.

Reading the Jonah reflection, together with prayer, has opened my heart up to a refreshing possibility. Perhaps the next time the idea of “outcast” enters my mind, I can replace the thought with something more positive and healthy. I can start to define myself according to who I really am – I am a child of God. As worthy as anyone else of His love, care and blessing.

I am not an outcast.

I am one of His own.

This is a big shift in perspective for me.

This is the direction I would like to continue on.

Journey Through Lent 2017 – Day 6 and 7

The Holiness Program and No Empty Words


“Be holy, for I, the Lord, your God, am holy.” (Lev 19:2)


This is a loaded concept for me.

I spent many years in an evangelical holiness church. There was a lot said about “holiness”. We had sermons on it, talked about it, even sang about it. Despite all of this, the meaning was never completely clear to me.

So here we are, sixth day of lent and holiness is the topic. How shall I start? Well, sometimes, when I cannot figure out exactly what something is, I find it helpful to go over what that something is not. So here goes. I will be using Jesus’ life as the framework in this.

  1. Holiness does not mean I follow the “rules” of a particular church, denomination or even society. Jesus often broke the “rules” in order to tend to the larger needs of the people around him. He healed on the Sabbath, and his disciples harvested grain on the same day. He hung around with “undesirable” people like a tax collector, and allowed a woman of ill repute to anoint his feet with oil. All this to the chagrin of the Pharisees.
  2. Holiness does not mean that I consistently face the world with a calm and serene disposition, appearing full of faith and never doubting. Jesus experienced all the emotions we as human beings share. There were times when he was angry, frustrated, impatient, weeping, anxious, afraid … He was fully divine. But also fully human.
  3. Holiness does not mean I am set apart from the rest of humankind. Jesus made himself available to people from all walks of life. He did not live cloistered away in religion. He travelled from place to place, meeting, talking to, socializing with, eating and drinking and healing all sorts of people.
  4. Holiness does not entail regular attendance and a prescribed monetary giving at a church. None of this was a part of Jesus’ life. He did not postpone meeting with people because He had to attend temple on the Sabbath. He did not turn over 10 percent of the money he earned during the week. He needed what he earned to look after himself and his disciples. There is no sin in this. And holiness seems to be about so much more.

So, what is holiness?

I’m no expert. But from looking at Jesus’ life, I think it has a lot to do with these two things:

  1. Being authentically yourself, which is the self God has called you to be. I don’t believe any of us are required to fit into a small claustrophobic box of what some church feels is an appropriate example of “holy” behaviour.
  2. Being authentically in relationship with other people. Get to really know people. Listen to them. Help where you can. Encourage them. Visit them. Meet people on their own turf. Offer Grace and Forgiveness. All this brings healing.

I have kept up with my pledge to read my booklet and reflect on Lent each day. However, I have been sick with a flu and unable to write each day. Consequently, I have combined two days in this blog entry. Day 7 was about praying the Lord’s prayer. I think it builds nicely upon day 6 and holiness. To me, this prayer has always been about loving and honouring God and showing this through our respectful and loving behaviour toward others.

God bless.

Journey Through Lent 2017 -Days 4 and 5

The Fasting Tongue and Rewriting the Story


“If you remove from your midst, oppression, false accusation and malicious speech … Repairer of the breach, they shall call you, Restorer of ruined homesteads” – Isa 58:9b-12

Saturday’s reading touched me very deeply. In my understanding, the above passage is warning about the destructiveness of gossip. Unfortunately, gossip is something that travels quickly and often develops a life of it’s own as the story gets embellished as it passes from person to person. I have no patience for it. This is where the roots of my church hurt started – ungracious words about my “behaviour” under the guise of concern, prayer or venting. To anyone reading this, please know that this type of talk is incredibly damaging to all parties – the person talking, the person listening, and the person who is being talked about. If you are tempted, please don’t do it. And if you are the receiver of gossip, please shut it down. If you wonder about someone’s actions, simply ask them. Nobody can judge what is in another person’s heart, but God himself. Please remember grace.

“Jesus was led by the sprit into the desert to be tempted by the devil” – Matt 4:1

Sunday’s reflection was a call to remember who we are in God. It described how Jesus was tempted in the desert to relate to God and people in a way that was twisted from God’s original design. Jesus fought the temptation to be anything other than who God made Him to be, even if being so included a more difficult path to walk.

I have decided to put the week-end devotionals together. So how do these two reflections build upon what I have learned this week?

Well, with respect to the warning against gossip – I don’t participate outwardly. However, I do think ungracious things about people who have hurt me. I have become judgemental at times. This is something I have to give up this season. Any negative commentary about someone that starts swirling around in my head should be replaced with something positive. And if this is not possible, then remaining neutral is the next best solution. Thinking bad thoughts about a person does nothing to encourage or repair a relationship. Plus negativity just brings a person down. Better to drop the whole thing and go marvel at the beauty of a sunset.

Sunday’s verse reminds me of who I really am when I face malicious gossip directed at me. No matter what anybody says, God’s love for me never changes. I am still his child. He still loves me and has good plans for me. Other’s may give up on me or abandon me, but He never will. Harsh words may cause me to feel like I am “less than”. But God’s love reminds me that I am just as worthy as anyone else. I live my life on this. It has brought me through some rough waters. I hope this writing can serve to encourage others.

Journey Through Lent 2017 – Day 3

Wounded Eyesight


It was with amusement that I started this reading today. “Wounded Eyesight” and there was I unable to find my glasses, holding the booklet with arms stretched out, trying desperately to focus on the small printed words. Wounded Eyesight. Yes, indeed!

When I could finally focus, I enjoyed today’s scripture reading Isa 58:6-8. I love the way Isaiah warns of legalism; that, although fasting, almsgiving and prayer are 3 pillars of Christian life, they are not complete without a heart surrendered to Jesus.

I am sure we are all familiar with people who trumpet their super spirituality with personal anecdotes of  giving and service disguised within their public prayers of “thanksgiving” or “teaching moments” for disciples. This type of behaviour is so obvious. But, before I become a braggart myself, boasting of how I keep my good deeds private, I decided to spend this day considering what I can learn and apply from this bible verse.

As I searched through my now ripped open heart (see day 1), I saw a few shards of evidence that I do need this exhortation as much as any other struggling pilgrim. This is why.

Many times I have brought up the church where I was wounded deeply. Truthfully, when I think about how I was hurt, I become self-righteous. I realize that now. I let out a long-suffering sigh to myself and think (or say): “After all those years of faithful service, attendance and giving, how could they have treated me like this? I was so good …”

But, you know what? Isaiah is saying that my faithfulness should never have been about them. It was always about God. It’s  not about being part of a church, and being “so good” that when life deals me some challenges, they owe it to me to be “good” back.  No. Nobody owes me. Faithfulness that is acceptable to God comes from a heart that is centred around Jesus; A heart that seeks to do His will and bring Him pleasure. In the end, it’s about the motivation – not the actions. Whatever I do, should be done for God. Period. No expectations on anyone else beyond that.

The truth is, we live in a broken world full of broken people. All have fallen short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23). And no matter how “good” or “faithful” we are, there will be times of being taken for granted, or being exploited or neglected, etc. When we recognize this, we do not need to stay in toxic or unhealthy relationships. However, I realize we also do not need to take the unfortunate actions of other people personally and remain angry at them. God wants us to give freely and from a generous heart, without setting up expectations upon others. Expectations often lead to disappointment and then hurt. In reality it helps to remember that people are not necessarily against us as much as they are simply just for themselves. I’m thinking this is why when we give, we should give solely for the glory of God.

Today’s reading has brought a lot of healing.



Journey Through Lent 2017 – Day 2


The Burden Borne


“If anyone wishes to come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me” – Luke 9:23

I must admit, I stumbled over today’s reading. To be honest, I was filled with fear. I am a former people pleaser in recovery. I will always have the temptation to slip back down that people pleasing vortex – and this scares the heck out of me. So I am very careful. And I therefore struggled with Luke 9:23 and the idea of taking up a cross each day. I imagined myself as I used to be, bent over with the weight of carrying burdens that were never mine to bear in the first place. Never again is the promise I have made to myself. Yet I do want to be faithful to this Lenten journey, so I opened my mind and allowed today’s bible verse to ruminate in my mind and heart.

This is what I have discovered.

I contemplated Jesus and the way in which He carried his cross on a daily basis. He was no push over. He was very adept at establishing boundaries. And He was described as being quite a commanding figure. So what does carrying one’s cross really mean?

Well, Jesus spoke His truth, and remained faithful to who He was called to be, to the end. When it would have been easier to water himself down, He refused. He would not be swayed by the expectations and comfort of others – even of His closest friends. He was who He was. So, maybe carrying my cross means I live my own truth, despite any societal pressure to be something else. Of course this does not mean living selfishly and inconsiderately. I should live to be the best self I can be. I want to be a beautiful reflection of a life lived to please God. And I should press on with this, even when it is hard. Even when the bitter seed of hurt and distrust threatens to make me cranky. Even when others are not treating me as nicely as I think they should. Carrying my cross would mean to faithfully approach each day positively, peacefully and grounded in a healthy love for others and myself as well.

This is where I am at right now, on this second day of Lent.

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