tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62281472012-01-24T23:30:23.637-06:00I believe that God's ways for all of us are so much greater and higher and deeper than we are willing to face. We go "safe" and we settle. God dares us to go and be and feel something new, something different, something bold. We hold ourselves back and talk ourselves out of so many dreams that he has for us.Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.comBlogger7121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-55356800979789182692012-01-24T23:20:00.000-06:002012-01-24T23:20:18.145-06:00

Do you ever wonder if God really loves you? Me too. I mean, head knowledge says yes, but my heart sometimes doesn't connect with the big picture. I struggle. I don't know why, but I do. And so, God, in His way, has set about to show me how much He loves me. He's been speaking my language. My language is gifts. If I see something that I think a loved one will like, I buy it. I make it....I get it

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-73921125213782897092012-01-16T21:52:00.000-06:002012-01-16T21:52:33.581-06:00

I am not a fan of winter. (if you know me, you know this) In fact, I would say that there is nothing that I hate more....than winter. I hate the cold. I abhor snow.....(I used the thesaurus for that one, can you tell?) I would be perfectly happy to never experience another winter season again...ecstatic. Wearing flipflops all year long...going for long walks.....definitely a wonderful way to live

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-3682860255767758232012-01-08T14:30:00.002-06:002012-01-08T14:33:02.647-06:00

Although I speak fairly often on a Sunday morning, it is somewhat uncommon for me to have the sermon. I share about my work, and then promptly sit down and listen to the preacher. I do speak at women's events much more often, but there is a comfortable familiarity there...a sisterhood. And so, this morning was my morning. Preaching, sharing the word, and my story. And I've come to some

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-2141324130065215132011-10-25T15:55:00.000-06:002011-10-25T15:55:42.474-06:00

Your dreams are big, when they first place her in your arms. You learn together, parent and child. You dream together, parent and daughter. You plan, and improvise to give her your best. You hold her on your lap, and fill her mind with possibilities, as you read from Dr. Seuss' "Oh the Places You'll Go!" You paint those tiny finger and toenails in bubble gum pink, and braid and clip her hair. She

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-13333779974972183622011-08-06T10:10:00.000-06:002011-08-06T10:10:45.087-06:00

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-61990201046294221802011-07-07T20:26:00.000-06:002011-07-07T20:26:25.869-06:00

I just got off the phone with one of my oldest friends. Okay, she's not really old, we've just known each other forever. A girl from Ontario went to California to become a singer...there she met a girl from Saskatchewan, who could play piano like no one else. (I'm the one from Ontario) 22 years have come and gone...our lives have been lived, both very different than we expected. There has been

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-57842410857202512382011-06-23T22:03:00.000-06:002011-06-23T22:03:33.729-06:00

5 years. 5 years ago tonight, I sat in my apartment, eating take out food brought to me by a friend. 5 years ago tonight, I had been awake for 36 hours. Late the night before, my mom had called me and told me dad wasn't breathing very well...could I come. I went. After being unable to wake him ourselves...we called for an ambulance and some medical help...wouldn't you know that's when he chose to

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-36621897452786762282011-05-14T21:43:00.000-06:002011-05-14T21:43:45.983-06:00

The ebb and flow of this week as been full of tidal waves of emotion, as life happens all around us. The unexpected death of a friend's father, praying for the Lord to spare a newborn's life, to complete a family. Even personal stress this week has done much to weaken my resolve. Deep grief, hoping against all hope and the uncertainties and unanswered questions...make me wonder...."Really God....

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-38368373066996453252011-04-28T18:25:00.000-06:002011-04-28T18:25:51.384-06:00

I've been ever so slowly reading "The Land Between," by Jeff Manion. It is a fantastic book that focuses on the Israelites and their desert adventure, as it were, and how it relates to us today. A book of transition....a book of transformation. Our growth and attitude in our own deserts, in our own wandering. It has taken me a significant amount of time to read, as I want to not miss any part.

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-39970990139531197302011-04-23T07:52:00.000-06:002011-04-23T07:52:46.905-06:00

Easter, for several years has always been my favorite time of year. Christmas can come and go, and I don't care, but Easter......it is different. Easter changed everything for us. I mean, Jesus was born, but if Easter wouldn't have happened....it would all have been for not.  As I have thought about the Easter story these past years and placed myself in the picture, I have consistently pictured

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-29659109700744538032011-04-21T22:14:00.000-06:002011-04-21T22:14:12.609-06:00

I need a vacation.....I need a romantic getaway.... These past two months have been more hectic than I realized when I filled my schedule. Lately it seems that every other Sunday I am speaking at a church, weekdays I'm either speaking in high schools or women's groups. Add in my worship team schedule, and extra meetings.....don't forget running the Centre....well...it has been busy. I'm not

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-82769190595802693612011-04-19T21:57:00.000-06:002011-04-19T21:57:49.211-06:00

I was driving to a speaking engagement this morning....going just a tiny bit over the speed limit. I usually try to only speed by 10 kms/hr....or less. And so I was keeping pace with the cars beside me, when right in my path, coming up very quickly was a screwdriver of sorts. And I had only a minute to pray......a fervent yelling prayer, as if God couldn't quite hear me......" Lord, save my tire,

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-68933354219043417992011-04-15T16:31:00.000-06:002011-04-15T16:31:53.270-06:00

There is a lamp post at the front corner of our yard. That lamp post, or pole, is an ever consistent temptation for my Ruby. Every time we go out for a pee (her not me) she wanders to the pole. She loves to hang out at the pole, to sniff the pole.....and probably to pee on the pole, but as of yet, she has never gotten that far. Now, I, do not like the pole. The pole is far away from me, close to

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-73974699452084670472011-04-13T20:24:00.000-06:002011-04-13T20:24:42.794-06:00

Lately, my attitude has left much to be desired. On Sunday, when my pastor spoke about the Pharisee and the Tax Collector, it was a little unsettling to me, that most recently, I relate more to the Pharisee than the humble, repentant Tax Collector. As of late, I seem to be standing before God, telling him all the things I am doing right, with a bit of a snottiness going on. Not good. And so, I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-88649329924003800612011-03-15T23:05:00.000-06:002011-03-15T23:05:59.036-06:00

It's been a while. I'm still here. I thought change would have come by now....it hasn't....not for me at least. It has been a long few months.....carrying burdens....mine and those of other people....some I chose to carry....good or bad. And tonight I find myself pondering the 'wait.' I have found in these last few months.....that people are great to give their opinion of your life, or what you

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-42548859881742564952011-01-18T11:22:00.000-06:002011-01-18T11:22:10.605-06:00

It has come to my attention, that someone needs prayer. It has come to my attention, by the heaviness in my chest, and the inability to get that person's name, out of my head. It has come to my attention, as I feel panic set in, and a sense of urgency robs me of my peace. The thing is....I was hurt by this person. And the more I pray for them, the more the hurt returns. I don't know why, I can't

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-78448389495785236762010-12-24T22:52:00.000-06:002010-12-24T22:52:45.711-06:00

I just spent the last 5 minutes standing outside. Pj's, my big grama sweater, and fur crocs were my winter wear, as Ruby made her last pee trip tonight. Tonight I was involved in our Christmas Eve program at church, it really is one of my favorite things to do. I got to sing, and as well this year, I was involved in doing some readings, all in all very cool. After it was done, after the face is

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-82428761241790227782010-12-16T11:04:00.001-06:002010-12-16T11:05:19.501-06:00

A few days ago, it was late.....when I went in search of a memory. Earlier that day, I had spent time sharing old Christmas memories with a dear friend.....and this one I had forgotten. When I was nine years old, our parents moved us across the country so that my dad could help in a church.....and unpaid position of youth leader and choir director. It was like moving to another country. Almost

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-19250025101574977152010-12-14T20:39:00.000-06:002010-12-14T20:39:41.112-06:00

Ah.....the bain of our existence....choices....everything we do, involves choice.....good or bad, or indifferent. What to eat, where to eat, when to eat, fork or spoon......choices. This week I have been inundated with stories of choices...good and bad. Choices of going out with someone, that should not be going out with. Choices of sleeping with someone, who you had no business sleeping with...

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-86264196144125254932010-12-06T23:15:00.001-06:002010-12-06T23:17:41.469-06:00

Almost every year at Christmas time, I get a request to sing the song, Mary did You Know. I love that song (as does my pastor, hence the request) and every year I pull out the music, call the pianist, and we prepare. In the past three years have, since I started this job, Christmas has looked different for me. No longer am I working shift work, with one day off, but I have more time to reflect,

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-36408468694007693502010-12-03T23:15:00.000-06:002010-12-03T23:15:58.141-06:00

I've been hiding tonight. Gave up my evening plans.....to hide. In this life, especially this time of year, we exhaust ourselves and others, with expectations, invitations and outings. Like snow swirling outside, our lives swirl around us, like a blizzard of activity, and although sometimes enjoyable, it can wear a person down. And so I hide. For the past month and a half, I have been fighting

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-35115826062298019402010-11-27T21:47:00.000-06:002010-11-27T21:47:45.797-06:00

I am learning something new. I am learning to acknowledge the elephant in the room. This has not been an easy process, I much prefer to ignore it, bury my head in the sand, and live an easy existence. I would much prefer to say, 'its not my problem, ' and  turn my back, so as to not see the obvious. And yet, these days, the elephant in the room has been slamming me in the gut, and so, I am

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-21625917391829110152010-11-21T16:48:00.001-06:002010-11-21T16:49:22.434-06:00

Well, this is what 39 looks like. I never thought about getting this old. When I was growing up, 39 was ancient.....now....its reality. I've been dreading this birthday......I expected my life to be different at this age. And yet....today, as I reflect, I am thankful. I have found myself in Christ this year. I am living in obedience. I also am able to live with great family members, who believe

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-30790555483864073012010-11-20T16:31:00.000-06:002010-11-20T16:31:06.236-06:00

Let me  be clear. There is no strength in me. Over the last year, last five years.....this seems to be something that someone will say to me, as I walk through a trial......"You are so strong." This week again, as we have traversed through some dark terrain, I have heard those words again. So.....let me set the record straight. I am not strong, but Jesus Christ who lives in me, and I say this

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-82793349732391933952010-11-18T22:09:00.000-06:002010-11-18T22:09:29.664-06:00

I've had an opportunity to get to know myself this week. Faced with some very unpleasant circumstances and choices, I have been able to look at myself, my true self. I am unsure if I like what I see. A couple of things I have noticed. When it comes to crisis, I am quickly becoming my like my father. I don't think this is a good or bad thing, it just is. I become very task oriented. If something

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-50430043219921153482010-11-14T20:58:00.000-06:002010-11-14T20:58:11.626-06:00

Been reading the Bible.....Isaiah. I always struggle with the first part of Isaiah...think its long, and mean.....and not hopeful.....and then I got to chapter 11.....and found this little tidbit. So, in this day.....where there is much stuff going on in our lives.... I wanted to say crap....but apparently we say that too much at our house (we found out yesterday, when the two year old said...."I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-51975043964591442712010-11-13T17:31:00.000-06:002010-11-13T17:31:56.888-06:00

Something is wrong with me. It's November 13th and I am contemplating putting up the Christmas tree. I don't even like Christmas. Years of working in retail at Christmas time, have left a bad taste in my mouth. People spending incredible amounts of money, going into debt, to try and out do themselves, or buy everything on someones list. Stupid. And yet.....this year, seems different. I wonder

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-33205307506496717952010-11-09T10:08:00.000-06:002010-11-09T10:08:09.160-06:00

Here I sit, at my desk, watching the snow fall outside. And once again, I am drawn to the prayer I pray every year at this time....."Lord, I will do what you want me to do, I will go where you want me to go.....but can we make it a warm place?" And again, I digress........ Recently, I have begun once again, to play the guitar. I started almost five years ago, but because of the changes of life, I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-5931092578330018012010-11-02T22:02:00.000-06:002010-11-02T22:02:54.845-06:00

I am sick. I have been sick for 14 days. Not annoying sick, but flat on my back....(well except for when I have to sleep sitting up because of the coughing) sick. This is ridiculous. Come on now, there are things I need to do, people I need to see, conferences I need to sing at. And so.....in desperation, I tried something that normally does not interest me at all. Homeopathy.  Last night my

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-37982528660670359072010-10-31T21:57:00.000-06:002010-10-31T21:57:57.337-06:00

Its been a while, I know. I could regale you with stories of this past week and a half.....my body being overcome with some horrible strep, flu, sinus infection concoction.....the fever, sore throat, coughing, aching and other bad things the body does when faced with attack. ( Now if you know me, you know I have no trouble in sharing my personal information regarding pooping and puking, but I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-63089529966432942592010-10-20T22:04:00.000-06:002010-10-20T22:04:49.850-06:00

I am a nickname person.....I think people need nicknames.....I think it shows that we care about them...that there is something about them that is memorable. Some people call me Blackie....due to a rather large black eye that I acquired at Universal Studios Haunted House (it was not a dummy mummy) Some people call me Bob...or Rob.....and one person even calls me 'Love Nugget'. That's okay, I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-72378876097031328752010-10-19T15:20:00.000-06:002010-10-19T15:20:31.986-06:00

Here I sit at my desk......eating apple sauce and peanut butter......not concurrently, but consecutively. Been on new meds for my stomach for the past few weeks.....but I don't really like the side effects, so if I can learn to control my diet better, maybe I can go off them....so, for the time being.....I eat what doesn't make me sick. Peanut butter......and apple sauce. I do have a banana here

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-87905314480661085212010-10-14T22:17:00.000-06:002010-10-14T22:17:44.611-06:00

Tonight I have nothing profound to say, except that hopefully by the end of tomorrow.....I will like my hair colour. I think I just needed a change, and so I have coloured my hair a few times this week....yes I am being careful and no, it won't fall out. But I am not happy with it. And so....I think dark brown is who I am meant to be still. Now that doesn't say that some time in the future, I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-33762957271587423562010-10-11T22:22:00.000-06:002010-10-11T22:22:56.902-06:00

I don't know why I am writing this, except tonight I feel called to type.....type this message to you. As most of you know, I am single, not married.....and although I do try and speak with wisdom, a lot of times I defer in this subject.....I struggle with feelings of rejection...and so, therefore, I try to guard my heart. But tonight this is heavy upon me, and I will share it with you. Guys...

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-14479965681487389862010-10-10T22:23:00.000-06:002010-10-10T22:23:28.687-06:00

This weekend, I had some boredom on my hands....and so I did what I do when I am bored. I change something. Now I thought about moving my bed around to another location, and I like the living room the way it is....and so there left one obvious choice. My hair. My hair is something that I change....sometimes every few years, sometimes every few months. But yesterday was the day....well, in all

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-67550606618212793222010-10-05T21:51:00.000-06:002010-10-05T21:51:48.550-06:00

God has done some incredible things in my life, these past months. I can't even begin to tell you of all the wonderful things....and hard things.....and life changing things.....and dying to myself things.....things. And I've heard it from more than one person these last days....the winds of God are bringing change. I can feel it. God is working....sometimes upstream, sometimes in the moment. God

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-30667664871724051402010-09-29T16:47:00.000-06:002010-09-29T16:47:02.539-06:00

Been thinking about my pants. You see I have this pair of pants that I love. They are an old Fila yoga pant...navy (although faded) They were a hand me down....from who, I don't remember...all I know, is that they are a little piece of Heaven, in the form of pants. And so I have continued to wear them these past 9 months....in that time, I have lost weight....they still do right by me. Soft and

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-3487976518679637292010-09-26T08:02:00.000-06:002010-09-26T08:02:27.866-06:00

Ever wonder if your life is too normal.....if your job is too ordinary, and you couldn't do anything really 'big' for God? I was reading in Acts this morning about Stephen. Now I am sure some of you have heard of this fella. He had some.....guts. Stephen believed in the Power of God, the power of Jesus Christ. He taught about his new found faith, and even went so far as to heal people. When

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-71118709314908086012010-09-22T17:06:00.000-06:002010-09-22T17:06:00.744-06:00

With a peace in my heart, I pen these words. I give up. They have been floating around in my heart for a while, but I needed to take my time in owning them, speaking them. I give up.....my will, and replace it with God's will for my life. I give up.....thinking that my plan is better than God's plan. I give up.....thinking that life would be complete with a man of God by my side. I give up.....

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-67239370145409983852010-09-20T10:55:00.000-06:002010-09-20T10:55:31.153-06:00

I am home. It seems the more I travel, the more my heart belongs in other places......I wonder what God is doing. There have been some radical things happening in my world. Life-altering things....that are changing my perceptions. As I sit here, a realization creeps into my heart that stirs my entire being. I feel like God is creating a new normal for me. You know....when a loved one dies, and

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-37250087745439044242010-09-16T20:44:00.000-06:002010-09-16T20:44:58.706-06:00

It's been a long day. It's been a long week. I've been in Cambridge On, being educated....learning how to deal with grief, with anger with broken people. Sometimes there is so much to learn about people, their grief, their brokenness.....sometimes there is so much to learn about our grief, and our own brokenness. Yesterday, I was  angry at someone for inappropriate behaviour that has been

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-32733348034500231292010-09-09T22:18:00.000-06:002010-09-09T22:18:07.796-06:00

This has been my prayer for a few people, this past two weeks....I continue to pray it...and put their names in. Tonight....let's pray it together. I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit.  Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. And may

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-90992050684117926752010-09-07T23:00:00.000-06:002010-09-07T23:00:08.686-06:00

I've been struggling with some health issues as of late. Nothing major, just some stomach stuff, going from bad to worse. About six months ago, I gave up gluten, thinking this may be the cause of some of my discomfort....and to be honest, for a while it did help. But then, my body started rejecting other things as well. I have had to do a series of tests for my doctor....and we won't get into

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-46202408486597751312010-09-05T19:40:00.001-06:002010-09-05T19:43:32.931-06:00

Have you ever tried to thread a serger? It is the worst thing in the world to do.With it's four threads and four needles, it is a meticulous task, that takes a huge amount of effort, dainty, nimble fingers and a world of patience. I enjoy threading my serger, about as much as getting a root canal.....and with the dental work, you at least get medication. For those of you unacquainted with a

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-6780043521491719822010-09-04T00:46:00.000-06:002010-09-04T00:46:44.400-06:00

Well there are several things on my mind these days......not sure what to talk about. Been thinking of designing something new....a "Brallet." If you know me well.....you know that I can carry a lot of stuff in my bra. I find it is a great place to store my cell phone, bank card, money, even at times a lipstick or two. I have the ability to do this.....and was thinking, I should make little

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Thankfulness and trust, I believe, go hand in hand. So many times our thankfulness is increased by our trust, but are we choosing to be thankful, even when trusting is difficult. I was struck this Sunday, (no not literally) as I stood during worship at church. We were singing the old chorus....Give Thanks with a Grateful Heart. I sang, with a lump in my throat, as I glanced forward........a few

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Two words we don't hear often enough. My pleasure. In a world that is so self focused, we don't take the time to ensure someone Else's delight. This afternoon, I was doing something that everyone should  do on a Sunday afternoon.......I was napping. I was so cozily snuggled under the comforter, with my heating blanket on, warm and toasty and drifting somewhere between reality and slumber. I 

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Oh, how easy for some to rest. Not me. Last night I was holding baby Connor. He was so tired, and yet he struggled to give in to the sleep. And so, I held him against me, and sang.....over and over....the medley of "Climb, climb up sunshine mountain"......"Peter, James and John in the sail boat"....and of course his personal favorite...."Johnny Appleseed." It didn't take long.....those heavy

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Psalm 91  Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.  For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease.  He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor

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So......I was reading a book this weekend, that my mom had lent to me.....a fairly easy read....little suspenseful....and mostly just a good place to lose yourself for a while. We were visiting on Saturday, and she asked if I had started the book yet...."Yeah, about half way through."  "Oh, I can't believe he dies....that is such a sad part." she gushed.  And my reply?...."I'm not that far yet."

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About eight years ago, I met a woman who would change my life. No, she didn't give me a large amount of money, she didn't do anything bad to me. She had an intimate relationship with Jesus Christ.....with God. And because of her, I will never be the same. She saw potential in me.....and she became one of my confidante's. She continued to point me towards God....in the good and bad situations in

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God's glory will be revealed in His time. I've been thinking about this a lot lately, it's been on my mind. I was reading the story in John the other day about how Jesus healed a man born blind. The disciples assumed that he was blind because of his sins or the sins of his parents, but Jesus quickly corrects them, explaining that it happened so that the power of God could be seen. Now I

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My child, do not reject the LORD's discipline, and don't be upset when he corrects you. For the LORD corrects those he loves, just as a father corrects a child in whom he delights. (Proverbs 3:11-13) Recently I spent a week at camp speaking to kids. I wanted to get the point across, that sometimes in our little lives, we don't see the big picture....and so, I had a big picture......I asked one

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Sang in church this morning. Between the services, someone told me they noticed my sexy ankles on stage. Not bad for a Mennonite girl. And really, that's all I got for today.

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This is not where I thought I'd be. Okay, not literally...its 3am, and I'm in bed....and that's an expectation. In life, this is not where I thought I'd be......38, single, childless, choosing to live with family.  Now, truth be told, this is not where a lot of people thought they would be....my mother a widow at 63, my brother with a  disability at 42 (although we prefer to call him '

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God speaks. I've been reading a book by Brad Jursak, called "Can You Hear Me?" that talks all about the ways that God speaks to us. Now I don't think myself a scholar, and so even though the book is not a difficult read....it kinda is for me. And so, slow and steady I go. It may take a while. But in the interim, I have been reflecting on how much I have learned to hear God's voice this year.

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This evening, I had the joy of feeding my five and a half month old nephew, Connor his third attempt at rice cereal. So, there he sat, in his high chair, diaper and a bib, and there I sat....dressed...and we'll leave it at that. He seemed eager enough to give it another try, that's his disposition....a happy baby that only screams when poopy or famished. And so, we began the task of getting this

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Well, in all reality, it is Tuesday.....but whatever. I had a book in my childhood, called wacky Wednesday. It was one of those Dr.Seuss books that came in the mail every month, and you also got  blue Mickey Mouse book ends....you know the one I'm talking about. Well this book is about a boy, who wakes up on Wednesday, and everything is backwards, or wrong....his shoes are on the wall, not the

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Okay, now that I have your attention.....there is something I need to say. No witty stories, no recalled memories......just the facts. I want you to take a moment and think of someone who works for a ministry in your city.....Youth for Christ, a pregnancy resource centre, Teen Challenge.....whatever......good, you got someone in mind? There name in your head....great. That person is a missionary.

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There's been an old song in my head this week.....lingering about, peeping through at opportune moments.....little snippets of words jumping out at me. You are beautiful beyond description Too marvelous for words Too wonderful for comprehension Like nothing ever seen or heard Who can grasp your infinite wisdom Who can fathom the depths of your love You are beautiful beyond description Majesty

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Here I lay, with a horrendous headache, and a list a mile long of things I need to get done. I had planned to spend the day with God....started my fast yesterday before supper, and was in need of some time alone with Him....in His word....talking and listening. And so far......its not going well. Woke up around 9am, and went to complete several tests for the doctor. I've had some health concerns

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You know, when in the middle of the night, you wake up and get a hankering for something to eat? It was almost 2am, when I awoke from a deep sleep, and needed something. Very dazed and somewhat confused, I remembered that I had a Big Turk chocolate bar in my purse....the the call of said chocolate bar was very strong. And so, I fumbled my way through the darkness, to find my purse, and the ever

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Woke up at 4:30 am. I've kinda missed that lately. For a while, that was when God and I did our best talking.....well technically at 4:30am, He talked and I listened. And so I told Him, even through the complaining, and sleepiness, I had missed our nightly rondevous'. And so there I lay, in the darkness, wondering what the future would bring. Its my first day back at the office, and because I

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A little disturbed this morning. Last night I dreamt that I died. I knew I was sick, and when it came to the end, I just wanted to die......I remember not being able to wake up, and listened to my friend Jackie explain to people that it was almost near the end........she is a nurse. And so, my heart was failing, and I slowly stopped breathing....and I can remember thinking....."Okay Jesus, here

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Here I sit. It's late and I'm staring out the window at the lights of Calgary. My flight was delayed by 2 hours. I am tired and emotional, and pondering what God has in store. Twelve years ago I ended up in Saskatoon, somewhat against my will. Struggling to obtain my green card, and a father with a significant medical diagnosis brought me to this place. At that point, it felt like God was in

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So much to say....been busy. It has definitely been interesting being back here in Ontario. My heart still belongs here, even though I have been gone for close to 20 years. I wonder what God has in store for the future. This week I have spent with two of my dearest friends, and it has been exactly what I needed. Now Lori is the one, who I tend to get into trouble with, no matter what we are

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Well, here I sit in the airport, waiting to embark on a much needed adventure. By midnight I will be at my dear friends home, excited for the week. There are some people who you can be yourself with, and they will laugh til they cry with you, cry til they laugh with you, pray with you, and shop with you. This week I will see two of those people in my life. A stop over in Calgary, then to my

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Been thinking a lot lately about who is on the Throne in my life...who or what I put there. I heard a sermon the other day, that made me cringe, not able to admit, that this is something I do. I think this is something we totally miss in our lives. We think we are all good, because we are Christians, and we don't worship idols......but reality struck me right between the eyes last week, as I came

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This past week at camp, God woke me in the middle of the night....big surprise, and laid this on my heart to share with the staff at camp....and I would like to share it with you. It has made an impact on me. God loves you. Yet this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope, because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for his compassion's never fail, they are new every morning. Great

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Well, I just had my first sandless shower of the week.....its good to be home. It was a good experience, to get out of my comfort zone, to eat completely gluten free....(except for the burger I had when I got home), get down to the level of the young'uns. Learned how to make cool bracelets out of embroidery floss. Made some new friends.....and now vacation begins. In a few days I will head out

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There he was, sitting there on the bench. He had dark hair, a little longer than a brush cut, but neatly trimmed around his ears. His glasses were trendy, very obviously picked out by a woman. He was cute, just to look at him, tugged on my heart.  And there he sat, tears streaming down his face, after the prayer of salvation was prayed. There were many like him last night, who stayed in the

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Half way through camp this week.....and tonight is the big night.....the night I hit'em with the prayer of salvation. The past 7 days have been a huge reminder that we need to make that commitment....we don't know our time here on earth. Today is the funeral of my friend's sister. Two posts ago, I wrote about my uncle dying and a woman being killed within the same hour. She was my friend's

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Well, I'm a day and a half in....so far, so good. The accommodations are amazing....I am being treated very well. I do spend a lot of time by myself, but apparently that is normal for a camp speaker, or so I've been told, so its okay....lots to keep me busy, studying, writing , praying...resting. I am getting a lot of rest. The kids are great. They seem so small. I am afraid they may not

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Its a little after midnight, and this day seems to be never ending. My body screams for sleep, and my mind is not yet ready to drift. There is a song in my head tonight......and oldie, but a goodie. Its called, First Day In Heaven, and it goes a little something like this: Well it's a great, great mornin' Your first day in Heaven, When you stroll down the Golden Avenue. There are mansions left

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I'm sitting here at 9:30am, eating a piece of pie for breakfast......its sugar free, but still glutenous. And yet, I still eat..... Been thinking a lot about refinement....as that seems to be the theme of my life lately. As I have told you before, I feel like God has stripped me down to the very core, to rebuild me. And so I have been mourning the loss of my old self...the dying of my old self,

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Well, I'm going somewhere I've never gone before......and I will admit that in all honesty, I am somewhat nervous. I will be challenged beyond my comfort zone. I will be forced to speak another language, and interact with a group of people I normally don't interact with. I'm going to junior camp. I have been asked to speak at camp for 8-11 year olds. Now if you know me, this is new......I am

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I'm laying here in my bed, listening to random shotgun like sounds emanating from my open window.....were I in my old neighbourhood, I would be worried....but here in the burbs, I figure that its just neighbours with fireworks. I did something today, that I normally don't do. I was having a conversation with God, when I asked, "So, how are you doing, really?" It just came out, like I was talking

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There are days.....today was one of them. I was standing somewhere I shouldn't have been. No.....nothing inappropriate.....just a line at McDonald's....this lactose intolerant, gluten free girl decided to have an ice cream cone.....because I am a glutton for punishment. As I said, I was standing in line, and there was a woman in front of me, with two small children....very cute. I was making

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Four years ago today. It was a Saturday, four years ago this morning, that I held my father's hand as he passed from this life, into the next.....I like to say.....moved to Heaven. I remember how painful it was, how I would hide in my safe place....the bed......and wonder if the pain would ever subside. It has. At his funeral, my sister in law made a comment, that she wished that she had known

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Well its been a few days, and to be honest, I am not sure what to write here. This past month, I have sought after God......I have listened, and obeyed.....and in all honestly, this human, feels done. I feel like I have been ripped into shreds and left to my own misery.   Maybe I shouldnt tell you that. I realize that in reality, I deserve nothing, and yet I have received so much. It just seems

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Been learning a lot about this lately.....don't like it much. Today, we are doing a different kind of waiting.........waiting to see, if a loved one will go to Heaven, or continue with us here a bit longer. I've always known him to be larger than life......the life of the party, the loud laughter in the room. Apparently, at one time, they were worried about his soul.......he was a bad a**,

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Its been a few days. Silence has been screaming at me, that I need to write.....and yet....it seems as I teeter on the brink of who knows what.....I don't really have much to say. Been spending some time with and apart from God.....working on our relationship, a bit of fighting, a bit of grieving, and a bit more of figuring who's will is who's. In amongst all of this, came my annual fundraiser,

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I'm sitting outside on the deck, the sun is already quite hot, but the breeze is making up for it. Coffee by my side, and my dog 'frolicing' in the yard.....okay, in all honesty, taking a pee. Its Sunday morning, I'm done working out,  and while the rest of the family is hustling to get to church on time, I am slowing preparing for the day. I have to work today, speak in a church this morning...

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I am sitting here, supposed to be writing my speech for the fundraiser next week. Instead, I've been staring out the window at the 711....people watching. Been talking to a friend this morning....she said something that has really struck me. Risk fully. Risk fully. What does that mean, to risk fully? I think some of us think that we already do, but do we? We go about our lives, living for God,

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My favorite flower smell is lilacs. Today was a busy day at work. Lots going on, and one particular conversation that keeps coming back to mind. It was with a client. We've known each other for a while, ups and downs...and today, I suggested....that she try praying.....'can't hurt, might help' was my motto. It was a good conversation. So many times when I meet with these women, I struggle to let

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As some of you know....I have the blessing on living with a family, my family. My brother and his wife, as well as my two nephews...the eldest is two, followed by a three month old. It's actually a very good set up, I have my own space, but have the joy of having my life intertwined with a family, with children. Last night, I was running water for a bubble bath, when Jonas decided he wanted to

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I remember the day like it was yesterday....I was 25 years old, standing in the shower, sobbing my heart out, because I knew....that I was smack dab in the middle of God's will for my life. I had auditioned and been accepted to sing full time in a quartet based out of North Carolina. I was leaving my home, everything I knew, everything comfortable,  to move to another country, to live with

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-55942855705910582722010-05-29T20:49:00.000-06:002010-05-29T20:49:13.029-06:00

Tomorrow in our church, we will be speaking on how our past can limit our future. Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I will be sharing a bit of my past. Today, as I have spent some time preparing, this song keeps coming to mind......especially the second verse. The woman at the well. I am that woman.....and in reality, it doesn't matter if you are male or female, you too, are that woman. You

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-35112435571586700712010-05-28T07:53:00.000-06:002010-05-28T07:53:32.725-06:00

I've been staring at this screen for half an hour. I can't seem to find the words today to capture the essence of what is going on in my head/ heart. I am speaking somewhere on Sunday, and the things I share, I have until now, held very closely. And yet, it only seems right to show how far God has brought me, by showing where I've been. An incredible journey. As I continue to prepare, it feels

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-90643407186073841322010-05-27T14:39:00.000-06:002010-05-27T14:39:06.225-06:00

Now some dreams I put stock into, and some I dont. Last night I had a dream that I got a chocolate dip machine from Dairy Queen, and I dipped Ruby in there. Now I know that chocolate is not good for dogs....so I only went up to her little arms.....no head or neck in chocolate. Anyone willing to interpret?

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-11260495011260003062010-05-25T18:15:00.000-06:002010-05-25T18:15:08.753-06:00

My dearest friend, You consistently bug me about writing a blog about you, and so, here goes. You seemed a bit preoccupied today, and shared a little of what was on your heart, in whispered tones like you do, when you aren’t sure who’s listening, or maybe don’t want to make it real.....what you’re feeling. And so I wanted to take this time to tell you, how amazing you are. Now, truth be told,

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As I sit here, I am looking outside to the torrential rain that is pelting Saskatoon. Now, I am grateful, as there was a possibility of flurries...but so far, only rain. I am thinking about prayer.  I've noticed lately as I have been praying, that God is waking me up, somewhere in the middle of the night....to talk. And He talks...and mostly, I listen. Now don't get me wrong, I do ask for

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-24911027929898978862010-05-24T09:00:00.004-06:002010-05-24T09:25:47.799-06:00

When I used to travel and sing, it was a standard that I would wear dark makeup....the lights would wash you out, so you would not want to look pasty...but alive...singing for Jesus.When I speak, I still wear darker lipstick, because a huge part of hearing someone is being able to read their lips.....and you can read them better if you can see them. I have tried to convince a few preachers to try

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I've been learning a lot about God's timing lately. How His time brings His glory. This morning, I was kicking around on You Tube and I came across a song.....No More Night.This song was sung at my father's funeral.God's timing.My father was given about 8 extra years of living....he received two organ transplants....both due to accidents on May long weekend. The first liver transplant was in 1998

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Tonight I just feel like praying.....God, here I am, I thank you for this day. I thank you for family, and for being able to live in your peace. I thank you for your provision this day. I thank you for my friends, who are the family that you have provided for me, for all of us.Father forgive me this day, for the things I have done that have grieved your heart.Lord, I ask for your blessing on

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-11462624882112674642010-05-21T13:23:00.004-06:002010-05-21T13:48:56.161-06:00

I love ebay. I am trying and have done quite well, at curtailing my ebay purchasing, but.............Last year I purchased a 'lot' of clothing, with a designer dress, two designer skirts and a pair of O'Neil capris. Very cool. With shipping......I believe it was under $20. Not bad hey?Very excitedly I awaited my parcel, and was thrilled......until......I tried on the clothes. The dress,however

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There has been one man in my life, who I felt, cherished me. He held the door for me constantly. He always listened to what I had to say. He bought me special things, he knew I'd appreciate. He talked to me about Jesus. He loved me unconditionally.This was a different relationship, ours. Our secrets and jokes, our confiding to each other on the phone sometimes late at night.He was an influential

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-56898791086084760392010-05-19T15:05:00.004-06:002010-05-19T15:28:56.497-06:00

This morning I was on the phone with a friend.....when she blurted out....."I just have trouble trusting."Ah, don't we all.I was listening today to an online sermon, in which the pastor spoke of a story in one of Henri Nouwen's books.Its about trapeze artists. He was able to spend some time with some trapeze artists and got to know a little about their craft, their art, as it were.Apparently

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-24999165945896810112010-05-18T09:45:00.002-06:002010-05-18T10:03:19.342-06:00

Confession time......I have never seen "The Passion of the Christ." I have never been able to bring myself to watch it. I've heard about it, seen snippets on YouTube, but never actually watched it.......and really struggle with bringing myself to do so. I feel sometimes like a sissy, like a chicken, I am embarrassed that I have never seen it....but, I am scared. I don't tell many people that I

Robynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943428556326147838noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6228147.post-50797820771072753372010-05-16T13:10:00.003-06:002010-05-16T13:36:32.247-06:00

I'm sitting outside on the deck this afternoon, its currently 24 Degrees, that's about 75 for you Americans. Its nice, sunny and I am enjoying my Pina Colada. (just to paint a picture for you)Last night I was doing some pondering, in James. What a great book. Lots going on in there, lots to learn, lots to ponder.And as I read, I was taken back.In my younger years, I was quite the dancer....you

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