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Sunrise over the mountain

Today is the 10th birthday of my amazing daughter Jenna. I’m sure she has brought so much more to my life than I have to hers. She has shown me pure love and true joy. I am thankful every day she chose me.

This morning I was sitting in the kitchen looking out at my beloved mountains being grateful for Jenna and thankful we are still home and can enjoy her first birthday here since her BirthDay. The mountains to the west became lit up in amazing colours reflecting the sunrise to the east and I sat down with my cup of tea to take in the beauty and joy God was showing in celebration of her special day

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As I was sitting, the song “Sunrise” by Deva Primal came on my playlist. I’ve had the song a couple of years and I’m sure have played it many times but I never really heard it

Sunrise
Over the mountain
Spreading your light
Over the land

Sunrise
Another new morning
We celebrate
We are the new man

It was exactly what was happening at that moment and was such a beautiful song. I felt like I was suspended in time being showered with beauty and love. Which is exactly the spirit that is Jenna.

I am eternally grateful that this powerful spirit of love is in my life.

She is my sunrise spreading her light over the land. Happy birthday dear Jenna

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The Sunset of my Trip

I’m lying here in my bed in the house I have known since before birth on the last morning of my visit. In two hours we will be in the car headed for the airport and back to our other life. These endings are so hard for me. I never want to leave, this is my home. This is where we belong. This is where our love and support is grown.

Watching the sunset had always been my favourite part of the day. I’m sure it is because both my parents and my grandparents house has an amazing view west looking at the Rocky Mountains. I have a lifetime of memories of looking out those windows at the day ending over the mountains. It wasn’t until 15 years ago when I was living at the far west end of the ranch with an eastern view that I even appreciated the beauty of a sunrise.

So although I am not a fan of endings, I appreciate and love the beauty that is put into the ending of the day

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And even though the real sunset yesterday on my last day looked more like this:

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when I think of our time here and the love and the sharing and the fun I think of the beautiful sunset. And something that beautiful has to have good things follow it.

So, even though we are leaving with sad hearts and unwilling spirits, I have faith that there is more beauty and love around the corner for us. We are so fortunate to have this big, beautiful, crazy, loving family and we pack all that love up in our hearts and continue our journey.

I am so blessed that I have two of the best and most loving souls to make this journey with. It is difficult to see the hurt on their souls as they leave the only place they truly consider home as well, but we have learned that we combine into a powerful source of love ourselves. We have learned as long as we stick together and love each other we are able to handle all the bumps in life’s road.

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This Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve began watching Peewee’s Big Adventure. An embarrassingly loved silly old movie. This year I got to share it with 13 year old Jacob who also appreciated the hilarity of it.

We did our usual slow paced organizing for Christmas Day which included a drive into Cochrane to pick up last minute supplies. As a warm surprise, the best part of the day came here with Jacob and I barreling into town singing Christmas carols at the top of our lungs. It was a beautiful, joy filled moment.

In the spirit of finding more of the beautiful and joy filled moments, I paid attention to the second verse of “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear” at the evening church service (it seems I only pay attention to the first verses of carols, they’re the only ones I know).

And ye, beneath life’s crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now! For glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.

Here’s to spending more time resting beside the weary road listening to the Angels sing. And to looking for more glad and golden hours. Like bellowing out Christmas carols on the drive into town and to being HOME for Christmas.

Merry Christmas

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Letting that Light Shine In

At church today we were celebrating the beginning of Advent. Pastor had the kids come up for the children’s sermon and she talked a bit about the meaning of the new season and why the church had different colours and some different decorations.
She showed everyone the Advent log that was at the side of the altar, and told us all that when the acolyte lit the first candle on the log we were going to sing a hymn about the Light of God.
Well, no sooner was the candle lit and the congregation singing about God’s Light than the dim church was lit up by a brilliant ray of sunshine blasting through the stain glass windows up top. Jacob and I looked at each other and ohhhed and ahhhed and I thought maybe it was just us who noticed that God in fact was making sure we knew that He was shining light in. I asked the kids during Children’s Chapel and every one of them had noticed the same thing. Their responses went from “cool” to “creepy” but they all noticed how our church was brightened when we were singing about letting the Light in.
I thought it was a pretty cool reminder of how brilliance, light and love can be found everywhere. Sometimes you have to look a little harder to find it, and sometimes (like today) it’s put right out there in the open, in the literalist of ways for you to find.

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Share the Love

Yesterday morning I was trying to figure out what to do for Children’s Chapel. There’s always a set lesson, but after that I have to come up with something to do with them for the rest of the time. The past few weeks we’ve been colouring – which at first was a huge hit, but lately has gotten a little boring. I knew it was time to shake things up, but I was at a loss as to what to do.

I remembered last year I’d played a ball game with them that they’d really enjoyed, but didn’t really have much to do with the fact that we were in church. It truly had been a time filler game, and I was hoping for something a bit more. I got to thinking about how much I enjoy the beginning of our time together when we share the best part of our week, or something we are thankful for. It sets the tone for the rest of the lesson, and it lets us all get to know each other a bit better. I decided to see if I could figure someway to combine those two things and came up with a pretty simple game.

We all had to get in a circle and one person would throw a ball at another person. When that person caught the ball, they’d have to say something nice about the person who threw the ball. Wanting to make sure it passed the “cool test” I told my kids what I was thinking about and they both seemed really positive about it. In fact, when we got to church they suggested the three of us throw the ball together and practice so we would know how smoothly the game went. It started out with them being a little awkward and silly: “Your farts stink” Your farts don’t stink” (both of which sadly enough were something each kid took as a compliment), but it quickly turned into genuine kind words “You’ve always got my back” “I like how you are a good brother to me” “You’re a good friend to me”. I could see the smiles on their faces grow and I knew it actually was working.

The same thing happened with all the kids at Children’s Chapel. At first they were a little shy and self-conscious “I like your shoes” “I like your hair”, but it soon got much, much deeper “I like how you are always kind to others” “I like how you always smile” “I like how you always let your little light shine”. I could see them smiling more and more and they all seemed to really enjoy it.

Near the end one of the littler kids got a little antsy and pulled a small bouncy ball out of his pocket and wanted to know if we could play with it. I said if we all sat down we could roll it so we didn’t super bounce out one of the windows. Not sure if they were getting bored I added that they could stop saying the compliments if they wanted and just roll the ball. As my daughter pointed out after though “Mom, did you notice that even after you said they didn’t have to keep saying nice things, they kept on doing it?” Which I had. Because that’s the excellent thing about saying nice things. Once you start, they snowball into more and more nice things, and they become easier and easier to say.

I know my heart left a little happier after our time together. I noticed too that the kids said more kind things to each other during the day.

So easy, and yet so powerful.

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Love thyself as thy neighbour

Sunday morning I was meeting for coffee (or tea in my case) with a wonderful friend of mine. We try and meet up every Sunday morning before church and visit, check in with each other and also discuss our spiritual goals. We each pick something we want to work on for the week and then discuss how it went the following week. Although on the surface the two of us are completely different (she’s a math teacher and loves to run. When I finished high school the best moment was realizing I would never have to take math again and I’m much happier as a walker than a runner), we actually have a lot in common on our spiritual journeys.

About a year ago I was reading an article that was talking about the quote “love thy neighbour as thyself” and how today it needs to be reversed. My friend brought up the same idea last Sunday and it got me thinking about it again.

I think that although we should always be showing and sharing love towards others, that applying the phrase “love thyself as thy neighbour” is one that would have great impact on many of us if we implemented it in our lives.

Now that I’m paying more attention again to my self talk I realize that I say things to myself that I would never ever say to someone else. Sure, someone may have called me fat (that’s my trigger one), and it may even have been someone whom I considered a friend, a trusted person, but the “fat” that I called myself thousands of times after that were much, much worse than some other person’s opinion of me. Because really, what they think or feel about me does not matter nearly as much as what I tell myself about myself. I’m the one who has to live with me, grow old with me, share every moment with me. Why on earth would I be saying mean things to myself? I’m the one person who should have my own back, always be in my corner.

And yet, for some reason, I’ve allowed myself to say some really hurtful things to myself. Not even intending to. Just that idle background chatter that goes on quietly underneath everything. Like a song on repeat playing quietly in the background.

But, what if the myself I was talking to was one of my kids? Would that song on repeat say “you’re never going to lose that 10 lbs you talk about, gawwwwd you should at least do your hair, those jeans make your butt look fat, eat a cupcake – it won’t make a difference anyway”? No the song on repeat if I was inside their heads would be “you’re a perfect child of God, He made you perfectly, you’re such a good friend, look at your beautiful smile, I love being around you, you bring joy into the world, you’re so smart (and maybe – I came as close to perfection as exists when I made you, I can’t believe I made you with my body).

But, if I love myself as my neighbour I would be saying those things to me all the time. I can guarantee I would be a much happier, healthier person if that was the soundtrack playing in the background of my life.  Not only would I be in a better place inside myself, but I would be sharing that joy and love with the rest of the world making it a better place to. Which I think should be a goal of all of us – to bring joy and happiness to the world.

So, that is my intention. Pay attention to that inner soundtrack, put on some happier tunes, and love myself as my neighbour.

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A Person of Infinite Value

If I had to pick our Pastor’s catchphrase it would be that “you are a loved child of God”. She says it at least once a week somewhere during service and I hear her say it often in the hallways of the church, especially to the children. So it’s a phrase that sticks in my head, gives me a nice warm fuzzy feeling, and then I move on from it and push it to the back of my mind.

Last year, Jacob was having some sort of friend issue at school. Middle school can be so hard with all the changing hormones and fickle friendships. Everything feels so urgent and important in the moment it’s hard to remind them that all these difficult feelings will soon pass. He was describing some mean things that some of the other kids were saying to him. I tried to come up with something to make him feel better: “middle school is hard. It will all pass soon.” “Maybe they had a really bad morning at home and came to school already angry and took it out on you.” “What they say has really nothing to do with you, it’s a reflection of them.” and “Sometimes people are just jerks.” Nothing was really making him feel any better, and while I knew I couldn’t magically fix the issue, I wanted so badly to give something to make him feel a little bit more happy.

Pastor’s words came back to me then and I reminded him how she always says that “you are a loved child of God.” We always talk about how God made you perfectly and he doesn’t make mistakes (granted I usually am using that in relation to them talking about getting tattoos or something – I add in that you wouldn’t put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari). Something about this really clicked with him and it actually seemed to make things a bit more bearable. You have to be ok because you are a loved child of God. He loves you and He made you and He does not make mistakes.

Fast forward to this year and Jacob’s English teacher uses a phrase that really hit home for me “you are a person of infinite value”. I had to ponder it for days. Immediately I could see that yes Jacob is a person of infinite value and Jenna is a person of infinite value. That part was easy. But if that was true then maybe, perhaps, I am a person of infinite value? That one took me a bit longer to wrap my head around.

My whole life I’ve had at least one person I’ve kept in my closest circle of “people” who has gone out of their way to make sure they told me on a regular basis that I was in fact NOT a person of any kind of value. All the insecurities and doubts I’ve ever had about myself this “friend” (and there have been different ones throughout the years) has voiced loudly and clearly to me – just to remind me that I was not the only one who could see those things that perhaps devalued me. I know other people have had these “friends” in their lives as well whispering in their ear that they’re not good enough, not thin enough, not smart enough, not fun enough, not doing well enough…

As a stay at home mom in an area where most other moms are working I also get questioned by people that I don’t even know about why I’m home with my kids. Why aren’t I out being productive and doing something of value? No matter how many times I try to explain to them that I think what I do has value, that being home for my kids especially when we move every couple of years and never have any outside family support right near us, means that I provide a safe and secure place for the kids to fall back into at the end of their day. By the way, I’ve also done the working mom thing and that’s insanely difficult also – I quickly discovered I could do many things, but I could only balance a couple of things well.

So, I always had this voice in the back of my head questioning my value (and thanks to some poor social choices also sometimes right out there to be heard as well). But I kept thinking of what Jacob kept coming home from school saying that his teacher says “you are a person of infinite value.”

I started thinking what if I am? What if just maybe those other voices were wrong and how I am and what I’m doing does have value? Maybe that nagging voice that says that I screwed myself by giving up my career building years to stay home and raise my kids while we moved and moved is wrong? Maybe there is more value in that for me than any career ever could have given me?

Accepting that I have value, or am a person of infinite value means that I can breathe deep and accept the fact that the choices I’ve made and the things I am doing right now are right. I actually don’t have to prove myself or my value to anyone because I know that I have value and therefore it does not matter what someone else says or feels about what I do. Because it does not matter how they value me because my value is not theirs to judge.

This thinking then led me to those people. The ones who have gone out of their way to be hurtful. If I am a person of infinite value just because I exist, then they also have to be a person of infinite value. Ugh. A little harder to stomach. Much easier to just think of them as assholes. But, the reality is if we are all loved children of God and people of infinite value then even these people have value. I hope there aren’t people out in the world who feel like I’ve set out to destroy them on purpose, but I’m not so naive as to believe that there aren’t people who feel I’ve been less than nice to them. I’m sure there many people whom I’ve hurt, much as I would like to say otherwise.

Just because people have done something hurtful does not change the fact that they also are people of infinite value. Which means getting mad and staying mad about things that they have done or said accomplishes nothing in the long run (easy to say, hard to do). Also that judging them does not work either, because much as my value is not theirs to judge – their value is not mine to judge. No matter how much I feel about them in that moment of hurt. No matter if they really truly are trying to destroy me. Their value as a person is not mine to judge. They are still people of infinite value. Sometimes difficult to feel and believe, but still true nonetheless.

I’ve realized that not every person you meet in your life needs to stay in your life and that some of these people of infinite value are better off just passing through your life. Sometimes you don’t bring out the best in people, have nothing in common, or just don’t click. And that’s ok too. It’s not necessary to put up with someone treating you poorly just because they have value – because that takes away from your value. But, it does not make them a bad person. Just, perhaps, a person whom you should shake hands with and then pass on by.

But, trying to see each and every person I come across daily as a person of infinite value has really made me try and see the best in each person. We all have our struggles, we all have our stories and we are all coping the best way we know. Some of us are in phases where we need more love and assistance than others are. But, we all have infinite value. Even the person who cut you off on your drive home today.

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Pay it Forward, Share the Love

This morning I ended up doing a walk by myself. For the past few weeks I have been walking with a friend which is lovely, but today she couldn’t come and I went to enjoy a walk along the river solo. I was walking over the bridge and saw a very happy looking lady walking towards me. It is normal for us walkers to give a smile and “good morning” as we pass each other and I was getting ready to do so to this happy lady when she stopped, looked at me and said “Melissa?” It was my Pastor, dressed in her workout clothes with headphones in happily bopping away to music on her morning walk. We stood and chatted a bit and then each carried on our way, both of us saying if we stopped too long we’d never get up the motivation to start again. 

I reached my halfway point and was on my way back when I saw her coming towards me again. I was glad because although we’d had a nice chat, I had been wanting to talk to her and had completely forgotten what I had wanted to say when I first saw her. (I’m not a morning person.) 

We both said how much we enjoyed our walk and how beautiful the day was, as she was turning to go I stopped her and said that I’d been wanting to talk to her, and had been meaning to drop in to the church to see her but never seemed to actually do it. I said that I wanted her to know what an important person she was to me and how much she’s helped me, balanced me, and taught me in the time I’ve been here. That I am so thankful that she is in my life and what a blessing getting to know her has been. She was full of emotion and gave me a big hug and thanked me for saying that, that it made her heart happy to hear it.

I left feeling very joyful that I had shared with her how I felt, and again very thankful that I did have her in my life. She is a lovely lady. I said about her yesterday that she is a Woman of God and would be one whether she was a Pastor or not. She lives by her morals. 

As proof that when you give out something to the Universe you get it back, when I got home I had a message from Jenna’s teacher. She left me a long text saying how much she loved having Jenna in her class, how she was just pure joy, kindness and happiness to teach and get to know, and how lucky she felt to have been able to spend the past year with Jenna. 

It was such an uplifting way to start the day. Everyone that I saw after that also seemed happy and joyful. Whether that was because I was in an elated state to notice it, or if the Happy Virus is spreading through town I will never know. But Today is a great day to pay it forward and share the love!

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What are you thankful for today?

A moment of gratitude. I try to have at least one every day. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s really, really hard. Today my moment of gratitude is super easy. Today I am grateful for Dottie the Dotted Dog.

I have often wondered how I would react if I felt in danger – specifically if I felt threatened in my own home. I have wondered this more so since last winter when my ever-so-brave cousin ran outside barefoot in her nightgown to save her dog from being attacked from a cougar. Much as I measure cold water by being “creek cold” or not (our creek at home is fed by the Rocky Mountains and can cause numbing pain unless you are brave and prepared for the cold) I measure bravery in terms of “Cherie brave”.I’m pretty sure I’m not brave enough to run outside and chase down a cougar. But, I did discover today that I’m also not the run away, arms flailing, screaming for help type either.

I was downstairs enjoying a nice cup of tea before the kids came home and I heard the dog barking, feet moving and people talking upstairs. It was an hour before kid time, so I knew it was not one of them and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I went and stood at the foot of the stairs to get a better listen and sure enough there were people in the house. I could hear Dottie growling and someone saying “hi dog, nice dog”. I stood there looking at the door to outside wondering if I should just bolt out the door and call the police when I thought ‘no way. My dog is upstairs. I’m not leaving her here with intruders. I thundered up the stairs screaming “what the f**k are you doing in my house? My dog will attack you. Get out!!” I arrived upstairs to see 4 terrified people standing there, one of them stammering “I’m a realtor, I’m a realtor.”

Realtors are supposed to call and set things up. She swore she called our realtor but she didn’t. This woman just walked into our house (along with her clients). I yelled at them to get out of the house, it was not available to show right now and that they could call and set something up. I’ve never seen people run so fast out of a place!

I have never been so grateful for my Dotted Dog who stood at the entrance to the main part of the house growling at them. I have always felt she would protect us, but today I saw how right I was. Those people were lucky they weren’t really attacked (by her or me!) I was also glad to see that in a time of fear I was in fact able to act. Perhaps bolting out the basement door would have been smarter, but I am thankful that as much as Dottie wanted to protect me that I also wanted to protect her.

 

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Sometimes I get short with my Dotted Dog. She can be a maniac and takes a certain amount of understanding and patience. For example she got into the garbage 3 times last week (sigh). But, today was a good reminder that the pure, true love she has outshines anything else. I love her and I am so thankful for her.

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Give All To Love

I have been thinking a lot about love and peace this weekend. Love and Peace – they really are the key elements to a happy life aren’t they?

My thoughts on love brought my mind back to a poem I first read at Mount Royal for an American Literature class. In that class I studied many of the great American authors including Thoreau, Emerson, and Mark Twain. In our time in Rhode Island we were lucky enough to go to Sam Clemens’ house in Hartford CT. and also got to Concord to walk around Walden Pond and drive through the town where Thoreau and Emerson lived (among many other great authors – it was an intellectual mecca there).

Here was the first poem I ever loved about love:

Give All to Love

BY RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-frame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,—
Nothing refuse.
’T is a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent:
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,—
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,—
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

 

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