This week has been an exciting one for me and my family as I graduated from Humber with my TESL (Teaching English as a Second Language) certification. As I reflect on celebrating with classmates, friends and family, I can’t shake this feeling of awe I have at the journey God has taken me on. You see, my life has not exactly turned out the way I envisioned it when I was 8, or 18, or even 38. (Yes, I am older than that!) There have been many times that I have fought what I felt was my ‘less than ideal reality’ and resisted the path God was leading me on. So many times I’ve complained, worked, pushed, pulled, and done everything possible to control and manipulate my life to my perfect plan. Today is one of those days that God has given me a glimpse into heaven and reminded me that...Continue reading
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We missed the bus this morning. It wasn’t really that we were running that far behind, although more margin may have helped. It was a scooter accident that ripped some pants and scraped a knee that caused the delay. Ordinarily, that would not be a problem anymore. With Steve working from home the van is usually in the driveway at 8am. But not today. He was already gone on business and so now our options were limited. My first inclination was to ask the owner of the car that now parks in the driveway. Some excuse was given as to why we couldn’t use it and now I was on to plan B (or was this C already?!). Infused with anger on top of my frustration, I began looking for options. Text this neighbour…no answer. Go and check out the bikes…..need air in the tires. Walk? Not sure I have the...Continue reading