My testimony…early years


So, you’re probably wondering who is this person who puts out these blogs and how have I learned to be full of peace, for the most part…did I live a good life?  Has it always been so grand for me?

No, it has not so I thought I would share my testimony with y’all and let you know about me and how God has brought me out of some dark spots, which I have hinted at throughout my blogs.  this testimony will be part of a series for the next week or so as I discuss who I am, the good times, and even some of the trials that I have experienced in over forty years of living.

First, I come from a family of five children and a mom and a dad who will be celebrating 49 years of marriage this summer after meeting at a bible college up north.  There are numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and a host of other relatives too numerous to count.  My ancestry goes back quite a ways – all the way to Sir William Isaac Wallace…possibly further…on my mom’s side – plus other interesting ancestors on both sides of the family.  Yet we seem to be unique and quite the adventuresome and creative type of people who love each other…

Yet, even with the love, there were the scars…

The first scar happened when I was about 2 years old and decided to climb on a table when my mom was not looking and then I fell, with a glass in my hand, and a cut on my cheek that is still somewhat visible today.  Though I do not remember the fall, I would remain afraid of heights for most of my life.  I put my guardian angels to work that day since it just barely missed my eye and I was not more seriously hurt.

More scars would occur throughout my growing up years that include abuse by neighbors and family…a sister who strayed from home…death of relatives…an attack that left me afraid to walk alone at night for most of my life…yet as I walked through each dark place, God was there alongside me, guiding, leading, comforting, and protecting.

Yet even in these dark days of my youth, God was still there, walking alongside me as  I became involved in various activities like drama, choir, Foreign Language club, FBLA, WA State Patrol Explorers, and other activities including the only female in a space club!  I was even involved with a bible study at school and have many exciting adventures along the way like an expo, an FBLA convention, youth conventions and camps…yet as I walked through each of these, God was still there.  Encouraging me as I focused on community, school, and friends.  My hobbies were writing, drawing, imagination, singing, exploring, and being silly.

Then there were my friends…my first boyfriend in fifth grade who I discovered is on Facebook after almost 30 years of no contact yet I held on to the letters that he gave me.  There were the two girls – Sara and Tina – who I have lost track of and would love to find.  We were the misfits – the unpopular kids – yet we bonded through being creative and acting like teen girls – pictures and stories are the only mementos I have of these two girls .  Finally, there was the friend from Norway, a pen pal, who I lost track of until Facebook brought us together again.  My favorite mementos of her are the postcards from all over Europe and a Christmas ornament that I hang on my tree every year.  Someday, I will have to visit Norway – the land of my dad’s people and the home of such a good friend.

Then the times spent at my grandparents’ place in Eastern Washington – an orchard and a single wide mobile home and tons of fun in the orchard and their lake.  Cousins from afar came every summer and we teased each other, went skinny dipping, and even cried together at times.  My favorite memory – walking around the lake with my grandpa and just hanging with him…those were the good times and now the place is a distant memory as the county turns it into a refuge for wildlife…so fitting since it was a refuge for me to get away from the dark times at home.  Yet, these dark times and the memories at my grandparents’ place have given me a dream to someday open up a similar refuge for those wounded by life.

Finally, I grew up with animals.  My mom says I had a cat when I was a baby and over the years I would grow to love cats.  Along the way, I would have chickens, turkeys, rabbits, and other animals as I bonded with them including a chicken named Cinnamon who let me hold her or the rooster that became dinner after he attacked a few of us kids.  Yes, many of our animals became dinner and I had to help pluck them…such a great childhood.  Of course, there was the time my sister and I chased the chickens and other animals around with a hose…boy oh boy…did we get in trouble…yet it was all fun.

So, what memories do you have your childhood?  Are they good or bad?  Perhaps do a timeline to see what you have experienced in your life…you may be surprised with what you find.

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Precious Children…born to a King


Today, the world is hearing about the birth of a royal son as other mothers, with less fame, are giving birth to baby boys and girls around the world.

Some of these children will be born in dire situations with extreme poverty, sounds of war around them, and disease.  Some of these children will be born in better situations but they may have parents who wonder how they will feed or clothe them.  Some of these children have it even better as their parents decide which school to send them to or which outfit they will wear on the way home from the hospital.  Some of these children are born into homes where the parents love and cherish them.  Some are born into homes where the parent(s) never wanted them and will let them know they are not wanted for the rest of their lives.

However, each of these children has something in common even with the royal baby that has been born.

The commonality is that they are all precious to Jesus as newborns and He cares for each of them.  Then they become His princes and princesses, born to a royal family, when they accept Him as their personal savior.  In the meantime, here are on earth, we need to help take care of these precious children and cherish them.

After all, Luke 18:15-17 (MSG) reads, “People brought babies to Jesus, hoping he might touch them. When the disciples saw it, they shooed them off. Jesus called them back. ‘Let these children alone. Don’t get between them and me. These children are the kingdom’s pride and joy.  Mark this: Unless you accept God’s kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you’ll never get in.” 

My husband Dene and I started sponsoring a little girl from India last Christmas.  This is something I have wanted to do for a long time but I ignored the voice of God until I heard that voice remind me that there are children who have a need more than our pets.  Yes, I am a pet lover and they do need to be spoiled; however, aren’t children just as precious as animals?

Another way is to become involved in their lives especially if you desire children but cannot have any.  This week, I’m helping out with Vacation Bible School at the church in the crafts department!  What fun!  Children and crafts but I love crafty artsy stuff.

I do have one child but he is living in another town far away from us.  Though I miss and love him dearly, if I try to interfere, things would become difficult for him.  Furthermore, he is settled in this life and becoming involved in his life now, would be too difficult for him.  Thus, I hope that after he turns 18, I can once again become a part of his life.  Please pray that the situation changes once he is of age and can make his own decisions…it’s just a few more years and God once told me to wait that long.  It’s been a hard journey but often we need to step back and let God do His work while loving the person from a distance.

We also need to lift children up and treat them as a gift and not a product (Henri Nouwen, 1984).  Don’t call children names or bully them.  Each one is loved by the most high God.  After all, Matt 18:6 (NIV) warns us not to harm little children.  Therefore, we are to take care of these precious little ones.

Finally, once we establish ourselves in the Vegas area and I have finished my degree, we have a desire to adopt or foster a child(ren) especially since I am approaching the change of life and can no longer bear children.  This desire comes from the desire to have children while obeying God’s purpose for my life – to raise and nurture a child and give them a future and a hope.

Is there a child in your life that needs extra guidance?  Perhaps, it’s not your own child but a neighbor child or a relative’s child?  Whoever, it is, help take care of these precious little children.

And, to those who desire a child and have not been blessed, I am praying that God does send a special blessing to you.  I will also be praying for each of your children and that may they be used by God and grow to be special.  Finally, to those whose child is facing a crisis or is facing an illness, I am praying for them as well as strength for each of their parent.  May each of you be blessed as spiritual or physical parents.