9/11 a mixed bag again!

I remember the original 9/11. The one that burned its date into all our minds forever.

I was putzing around the house, you know the way a lazy home maker does. My girl friend called me, and told me to turn on the t.v. we watched together.

The second plane crashed.

The Towers fell.

Our hearts stopped.

Even in Canada so far away, the fear and sadness was in the air. Nothing had provoked the attack. It just happened.

The air was cool on that Autumn day (it was Canada remember) and the air was thick with sadness. Our little town practically shut down. Our youth activities turned into counseling and prayer.

Were we safe? How many would die?

The heart break we watch on the TV screen was unforgettable. So many dead. So many missing.

A country violated.

BUT then the people pulled together, the charity, service and kindness took over.

As horrible and sad as it was, as the stories of Christlike love and service came forward, you could feel the humanity left in the world. America would pick themselves up, dust themselves off and move forward. Together.

Push forward 10 years and you have today.

For the past 5 days all of Canada and people from around the world have been praying for a 3 year old boy Kienan. Kienan was abducted from his home in a sleepy small town. He was taken while he slept.

They believe the abductor to be a 46 year old man with a past history of sexual abuse against boys. A couple years ago this man had found a empty cabin, and 9 months later had turned it into a sex prison for a young boy. Luckily the boy he had targetted got away, and his deviant lair was never used.

Knowing this sexual deviant had little Kienan was heart breaking to watch. Where was he hiding him? Was he still alive? We all prayed and hoped, but faith was being lost by me that he would be found alive.

Today I woke up to the news “Kienan returned home alive”

The creeper had taken Kienan back to his home, left him there and called police to tell them where to find him. (the family was staying across the street because their home was a crime scene). The dad seen lights outside and police cars, he went out to see what the commotion was, and there was his little boy, sitting on the couch with the blanket he was abducted with!

A 9/11 miracle.

A sign that even those that evil whose hearts have been taken over by the dark side, can find humanity! They can still do good.

So for me, 9/11 is a mixed bag of sorrow and miracles. Surrounded by evil, yet good finds a way to break free every time.

Welcome home Kienan!

Nurture your children…

AS a Latter Day Saint, it is my belief that it is my sacred duty to bear children, and then to nurture them.

It is my duty as a mother, to teach my children

• Faith
• Compassion
• Charity
• Love
• Laughter
• Individual Worth
• Virtue

At times it seems like a over whelming responsibility!

I wish I could say that every Monday at 7pm we have family night. Every night at 8 we have family scripture. Each morning I arise at 6am to have prayer with my children.

I could tell you all that, but it would be a big fat lie!

I am not sure why our family struggles so much to keep those simple things in our lives, but we do.

I truly believe to teach all my children these roles, I need to exercise them in my life. I need to act with Faith, Charity and Compassion. I need to show my love, keep my virtue. I need to show my children that like them, I am a daughter of God. I am of great worth!

And I must sometimes just laugh, laugh at my failures at our struggles! Laugh because, darn it feels good!

I guess my point is not so much that you I need to be perfect to raise your children to be righteous, confident Latter Day Saints, I just need to never give up! I need to be all the things I am trying to teach them.

Putting my best foot forward, with each step I take!

The facts of life…

Some things in life are just facts.

No matter what, they don’t change.

1) Sandwiches always taste better cut in 4.

2) If you can sleep in, you never do.

3) If you cannot sleep in, you really could.

4) If you broke, all things break or need repair.

5) NAFTA free trade work permits, are silly. You cannot obtain one if you have any intention of staying. Unfortunately once you live in the US, it hurts to think of leaving. And not just because of the dairy prices. Or the housing prices. I really like the people! (I know Kat who would have thought)

6) If you don’t buy something because the price is high, when you go back next time, it will be even higher. Hello no Bacon.

7) Teenagers are crazy. They can love you and they can hate you. And sometimes all in the same day.

8) Men and women are polar opposites… Men have hardly anything floating through their heads, and we have millions of things swirling and festering.

9) My children destroy all my vacuum cleaners. Pick up the paper and sequence please.

10) Red heads are far more stubborn than any other head.

For her children...

I had originally planned on blogging about the opportunity I had to cater the food for a wedding. All desserts even!

But as I read my blog list, I instead sit in tears. Tears of support or sadness I am not sure yet.

My very good friend G has been battling cancer for a few months. She is doing great as far as things are looking good.

But the cancer has not just reeked havoc on her body, it has played with the minds of her children and distorted how she looks.

G is gorgeous, she works out hard, she takes time in her grooming to look her best. She isn't a high maintenance look though, she is a definite natural beauty. Currently she is bald as a que ball (she says has freakish sprouts), puffy face, no eyelashes, red patches of dry skin, and thinning brows. She doesn't like to see her self. Who would really? I feel for her having no choice in how she looks. But I know she would rather look like crap for a while and raise her children.

What really hurts my heart is her poor babies. They are confused and scared. Are they going to get cancer? Are they going to die? Is there mommy going to die? I feel for G, how do console them? Comfort them?

When I pray for her I pray more for her kids... I pray that their mommy will beat the breast cancer. Not just beat it, but kick the crap out of it. I pray that they will be comforted. I pray that they will adjust well and not be greatly affected by these circumstances around them. I pray that their hearts will be light.


Maybe you can pray for them too?

A full heart…

Life has been having plenty of adventures lately. We have had our lives touched by Cancer, Death and Love.

I have so much that I could talk about, but I just want to talk about one thing.

KINDNESS

With the world so full of hate, war and destruction, love and compassion prevail. How grateful I am for all those in the world that see hardship and heart break and then immediately jump in to help make it better.

I have a friend like this, she is the most generous person I have ever met. She gives and gives without asking. She doesn’t need attention or a show of her kindness she just does.

Recently she found out one of my friends lost her husband. She doesn’t know this friend, she will never meet her, but immediately she made plans for a gift for her. She does not question whether she should, she just does. She just acts out of love.

I believe that when we have a notion to do good, it isn’t from us, it is God giving us a gentle nudge to help one of his children. How it warms my heart to know I have a friend who doesn’t even attend a church regularly, that feels those nudges so often, and is so receptive to acting upon them.

I want to be more like her. May we all put others first a little more often and act upon those gentle nudges a little more quickly.

Thanks for being such a great example Chantal! (haha you thought I wasn’t going to mention a name!)

Growing this much should be illegal!

I never approved this! My baby is big! And SEVEN! Which means soon to be sassy and well... a jerk! I love my sweet little snugglebug... What am I to do when she is done with me!

But at the same time, I am grateful for her health and ability to grow and progress. I cannot wish that away!

Just never forget little one, even when you don't like me, I will always love you, with every fiber of my being!

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It is time!

 

For those of you who know me, you know that I am trying to help raise money for my friend Geneva. Geneva is struggling with Breast Cancer, or as my sister says, Kicking Breast Cancer’s Arse (well Geveva would say Arse, Kat would say A#$)

Head on over to facebook and check out the auction at The Geneva Convention

Thanks friends!