God Moment – who’s in charge of that?

Sometimes my God moments are little things, but it’s like God is whispering in my ear, “I got you!”

Part of my job includes updating several pages on our intranet site. I represent seven of 44 divisions.

Today I decided to login to the back end of our feedback form and tackle some of the inquiries that have been submitted.

I came across to two inquiries that had me a little puzzled as to how to respond to the inquirers.

As I tried to work out in my head who would be the best person I received an email from one of the women on the web team with whom I work fairly closely. We’ve known each other since I started with the company as an intern almost 12 years ago.

She’d been working on one of my client’s pages; updating and moving them from one directory to another.

I clicked on the link to the development site and started poking around the pages to check out the refreshed look.

Well, two clicks in, BAM! There was the answer to my question staring me in the face. I checked in with my client to verify some info and copy, paste and send. Inquiries closed.

God Moment – who’s in charge of that

Sometimes my God moments are little things, but it’s like God is whispering in my ear, “I got you!”

Part of my job includes updating several pages on our intranet site. I represent seven of 44 divisions.

Today I decided to login to the back end of our feedback form and tackle some of the inquiries that have been submitted.

I came across to two inquiries that had me a little puzzled as to how to respond to the inquirers.

As I tried to work out in my head who would be the best person I received an email from one of the women on the web team with whom I work fairly closely. We’ve known each other since I started with the company as an intern almost 12 years ago.

She’d been working on one of my client’s pages; updating and moving them from one directory to another.

I clicked on the link to the development site and started poking around the pages to check out the refreshed look.

Well, two clicks in, BAM! There was the answer to my question staring me in the face. I checked in with my client to verify some info and copy, paste and send. Inquiries closed.

The evolution of Aunt Flo

Ughhhh…..

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Before starting down the path of TTC, this was how I viewed my periods. Then, after my husband and I lost our twins, every month that my period showed up (and the horrible cramps and nauseousness that accompanied it), it was a painful reminder that we were not pregnant.

While I had a few challenges at the end of my pregnancy with my daughter and my son, I thoroughly enjoyed not having a period. Even after having them and exclusively breastfeeding, I enjoyed 14-15 months of period-free bliss.

And now, this annoying monthly pain is a dumb reminder that we are done adding to our family (unless God decides to play a cruel joke on us despite my husband having a vasectomy).

So Aunt Flo . . . thanks for nothin!

God Moment – Being Filled

At my church, my husband and I used to volunteer at the Guest Centre (we recently resigned to help make our lives a little less chaotic on Sunday mornings since we both volunteer in other areas of the church).

On Sunday our pastor was preaching about being filled by Holy Spirit. I can’t remember what exactly the pastor said, but my husband turned to me and said, “I wish God would fill my wallet.” I responded to my husband with, “I wish God would fill my belly.” Only moments before we were moaning about being hungry.

A few minutes prior to the end of service, my husband left to get our kids from their respective Sunday school rooms. I left to set up the Guest Centre desk to assist people.

As I’m waiting for my husband to return and greeting people as they walk by, a guy and his girlfriend walk up to the desk and offered me a cupcake.

My stomach did a happy dance. I told them about the comment I made to my husband during service and here they are now offering me a cupcake. I asked them if I could take one for my husband. They gladly gave me one and the boyfriend then offered to get me a cabbage roll from the room where they have the New Christians group; they had a potluck that day to mark the end of term.

I was so thankful. It’s not that I was going to die of starvation, but God heard me and responded.

And no, my husband’s wallet wasn’t filled, but I believe that’s coming.

God moments

Something I don’t talk a whole lot about, not just on here but IRL too, is my faith. I am a Christian. I talk about my faith with my other Christian friends and my non-Christian friends know that I’m a Christian and go to church every Sunday morning and that I volunteer in the nursery at church. But my faith is something that I try not to ram down people’s throats. I hope that my actions and the way I carry myself would be reflective of my faith.

For me, and those that attend the church we go to, the foundation of Christianity is love. Unfortunately there are many Christians that forget this and show their judgemental side to non-believers, but we are suppose to show love to our fellow man.

I’m not sharing this with you to get into a debate about Christianity and some of the controversial beliefs. To be honest with you, there are some things about my faith that I’m conflicted about, and I’m not a perfect human being. God is working on me. Besides, Christianity is not about being perfect. One thing I’m not conflicted on is that in my mind and heart, there is a God, and he sent His son to atone for our sins.

With that being said, going forward, I want to start sharing with you some of my God moments. They will not be sermons. I’m not a preacher. There are things that have happened in my life that some people would say are coincidence, but I say it’s God.

So, for my first God Moment post, last summer when I was on mat leave, a friend of my husband’s offered him tickets to a major amusement park. Since we are living on tight budget, I was a little concerned about spending money on gas, parking and then having to figure out what we were going to do about food. We found a solution for the food component, and the gas was allocated for anyway, but the parking money ($20), although not a large amount, was not budgeted for.

Driving down the highway, something shiny whipping through the air catches my eye. It kind of looked like one of our new $20 bills. When I pointed it out to my husband he (jokingly) insisted that I pull over to get it. We continued on our way, arrived at the amusement park, paid for parking and started to unload the car.

Just after we took the kids out of the car and locked the vehicle, a group of people passed in front of our vehicle and one of them doubled back. She asked if this was our vehicle (we were standing behind it so it would be easy for her to assume that one of the vehicles on either side of the empty spot we were standing in was ours). When we acknowledged that it was, she pointed out to us that there was a $20 bill stuck to our front bumper.

That’s approximately 70km that $20 travelled with us at about 110+km per hour and didn’t budge.

To me, that was God. :)

What do you say?

Before Christmas, I met up with an old friend of mine for lunch. It was the first time that we’d seen each other since the Little Man’s dedication in June.

I’ve known Juniper since grade nine. We became fast friends and were inseparable throughout high school. Although she went away to university and I stayed and went to a local university, we remained close friends. She’s insanely intelligent, friendly, worldly and incredibly connected. She’s the kind of friend that I can go months without seeing or talking to and when we do talk or get together, it’s as if no time had passed.

We we met up before Christmas, it was the same. We jumped into easy conversation about where’d she’d travelled to and my new role of being a working mom to two kids.

And then she dropped the bomb on me.

Her dad had been in and out of the hospital since September. They thought he was having gastrointestinal issues, but couldn’t pinpoint the problem. He began to lose his ability to control his lower body and could no longer walk, which is incredibly difficult for someone who was once so active. The more time he spent in the hospital, the more and more it was looking like he may have stage four lung cancer that had invaded his brain.

Last Friday, their suspicions were confirmed, and the prognosis is not good.

My heart sunk as I read her email. I was hoping and praying that it wouldn’t be as bad as stage four lung cancer that had invaded his brain. I’m not sure any alternative would have been better, but I hate that she and her family have to go through this. I hate that this family that I’ve known for most of my live, has to go through this thing. I hate that in the very near future, by good friend will likely lose her dad to this disease.

I had to think about what to say to her. I usually don’t have that problem.

In the end I acknowledged the fact that they probably have some relief (for lack of a better word) in having an official diagnosis after so long, but that it’s still hard to hear and face. I offered my help in anyway if she or her family needs something, and I offered to pray for her and her family — that God gives them the strength to endure whatever they will face over the coming weeks and months — although none of them are particularly “religious”.

She said she appreciated the prayers.

I feel so helpless just sitting on the sidelines. I feel like I should be doing more, but I just don’t know what.

Have any of you been in this situation? Is there anything that you would suggest that I do to help this family out? Is there anything else I should have said?

Being a perfectionist sometimes sucks

Ok, maybe perfectionist is a bit of an exaggeration in this case, but it’s the word I’m going to use.

Here’s the Christmas stocking pattern I chose to make for my family: New Ancestral Christmas Stocking

Here’s a pic:

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I finished Peanut’s stocking a while ago while I was still on maternity leave. Sadly, I’m still working on my son’s Christmas stocking. We’ve had a challenging few weeks with both kids not sleeping when they should be, therefore leaving me with very little down time in the evening before I have to go to bed.

Anyway, similar to what you see in the pattern, I selected different colours for each person’s stocking (my hubby and step-daughter are suppose to have one too — maybe for next Christmas). I wanted to change things up a bit and instead of using the snowflake pattern at the bottom of my son’s stocking, I decided to create my own Christmas tree pattern. When I was done, I was satisfied that I finished it, but I wasn’t in love with the way it looked. The entire section was about 10 stitches too short and it was off centre.

I showed it to my husband and he said that he wouldn’t have even noticed if I didn’t mention it. (Typical man!) So I proceeded with the pattern. While working on the heel flap, all I could think about was:

1. The darn tree was off centre.

2. The section was 10 stitches too short.

3. What if when Little Man gets older and compares his stocking to his sister’s and sees that it is a bit shorter than his, what am I going to say? “Sorry, baby. Mommy messed up your stocking and couldn’t be bothered to fix it.”

Come on! Really! I felt guilty over a Christmas stocking!

Rip, rip, rip . . . out it came. I completed the revised section last night and I’m so much happier with it. The tree looks way better and the section is the exact same length as the others. I’m working on turning the heel now and I hope to be finished by tomorrow evening. Ok, Thursday evening is more realistic. Then I’ll post up some pics.

Edit: So my husband packed away both stockings before I could take photos of them and post them, so you’ll have to wait until I finish his and my step-daughter’s for some photos of my finished objects.

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