God Moment – Financial struggles

About a month ago we were really strapped for cash. Like so strapped I wasn’t sure how we were going to afford to buy groceries and pay for my transit pass to get to work.

It sucks being in that position.

That same week, my dad got back from his trip to Bar.bados for my aunt’s funeral. Him and my mom came over that weekend to bring stuff for the kids and to spend timw with them.

Not only did they bring a few groceries for us (they do this from time to time), but as I was hugging my dad, he slipped $100 into my hand.

:-D

Crisis averted this week!

Guilty pleasures

I try to be careful with what I watch on tv. I try to stay away from gossipy type of shows, and stuff with too much swearing or violence.

But I have a guilty pleasure . . .

My.Big.Fat.Gypsy anything!

I wouldn’t say that I’m obsessed, but whenever it’s on, I can’t seem to look away or change the channel.

Their culture fascinates me and boggles my mind at the same time.

If I’m to believe even a bit of what is portrayed in these shows, I have an admiration for gypsies’ willingness to work hard to provide for their families, and although they may fight hard, they are very dedicated to family. They seem to be a very passionate set of people.

I may not agree with their belief that women HAVE to stay home, cook, clean and rear the children, and their opportunity to pursue an education is cut short to fulfill their wifely duties, but it seems that many women are happy to do so.

Not that being a stay-at-home mom is easy, but in some ways I think that doing so, living the lifestyle that these tv gypsies show us, would make our lives less complicated and stressful in not having to worry about juggling a career and family.

I think there is a lot of stress on women today to do it all, and a lot of guilt on our part when we seem to fall short.

What do you think?

Also, what are your guilty pleasures?
Confession time!

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. :)

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