Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Possible with God!

God recently did a miracle in the marriage of  friends of ours! She was willing to share about it here on my blog. I am reminded through this testimony, of what Jesus said to his disciples in Matthew 19 , when they asked him who could be saved?
 But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.

                                                       Here is her story:
My husband and I were married in 2005 and about as soon as the echo of ‘I do’ faded the marriage hit rock bottom and then continued to worsen from there.We had gone through a three year period of dating that was fraught with warning signs of things to come but somehow we remained together and made it down the aisle.

As soon as we set up house we came face to face with the reality of an insurmountable mountain of debt that Husband had accumulated prior to marriage which eventually resulted in bankruptcy.This was a very, very difficult thing to go through. We know that many marriages crumble under the weight of financial woes.If this is you, I feel for you – I know how hard it is.

Another thing that came to light after marriage was my husband’s habit of lying.It was so bad that it would be accurate to call him a pathological liar – he routinely lied with or without reason.If he was caught in a lie he became severely enraged and put the blame back on me.For most of our marriage he blamed everything on me, including everything that he himself did/thought/felt/said.Literally everything was my fault, including our extremely shaky financial situation that he had created all by himself before marriage – he blamed me for not working although I applied to every available job I could find.It was that way with everything.I suppose that that was how he was able to live with himself all those years - if it was all my fault then he really didn’t have any responsibility in our marriage and I alone was the problem in every area.

Before you think that I was a good woman, let me shatter your illusion. I returned blow for blow and blamed him for just about everything as well. I was a severely broken woman and I was A-N-G-R-Y like I cannot even describe to you.Some of my anger I could justify, but certainly I cannot justify how I used that anger.What I mean by that is that my husband had no business lying to me at all, most especially not with the frequency and predictability that he did, or about the things he lied about; he also had no business assigning blame to me that didn’t belong to me and so on.These behaviours are extremely hurtful and especially to someone like me with the history that I already had and feelings of anger at such betrayal are normal.However, I am called to handle that anger without sinning!I think I may struggle with this to my last breath here on earth – it is that difficult for me to not sin in my anger.As you read the rest of this post just imagine that the whole six years I’m talking about I was screaming, cursing, and burying my husband under a mountain of scathing verbiage.That will give you pretty accurate view of my marital contributions.

What it came down to was Husband would do something and I would react with anger.This was the cycle.Whatever the problem, it was almost always he that instigated it and me that flew into a rage and thus perpetuated the ugly cycle.Six whole years this went on.It began when I found out that he had lied about some very important things that would have caused me to seriously reconsider marriage to him.He hadn’t simply omitted the information (still a lie anyway), but he had looked me directly in the eye on several occasions and verbalised an untruth that was very important to me.This shattered all the trust that I had in him, which was precious little to begin with, and I am still struggling to trust him again to this day.


There were problems with opposite-gender relationships that did so much damage to our marriage that I’m not even going to bother trying to explain because I can’t string enough words together properly to illustrate the pain of it all.It didn’t take long until we came to the point where we loathed one another.

While I mostly used words and volume to attack him, he began to use physical force with me.At first it was rough pushes into chairs.Sometimes he would push me against the wall, squeeze his hands around my neck just enough to really feel pressure and terrify me but not enough to be physically damaging.He would threaten suicide and he would throw things around the house.He used words as well – very, very damaging words. I hit him also – beating my fists against his chest and pushing against him.The thing with the physical aspect of it is that he is twice my size (literally) and I am not a physically strong person at all.This does not excuse my behaviour but it does mean that he could inflict serious damage on my body with little effort while I would only be able to cause any physical harm to him if I had a weapon and the element of surprise on my side.And it also means that I lived in fear for my life on many an occasion.


By October of 2007 I was so completely worn out emotionally and physically and every other way a woman can be worn out that I pretty well just gave up on life and marriage.We had an eight month old daughter at the time and I chose to leave because I was sure that if I remained there I would suffer a complete mental and physical breakdown.I still think that if nothing had changed and I had remained at that time that is what would have happened.The long and short of it is that I left, Husband and I both had an affair, I experimented with drugs and alcohol.We did reconcile three months later.Six months after that he was arrested, charged and convicted on several counts of assault, and uttering a death threat against me.He had degenerated into such a monster that I was afraid enough of him that I went to the police finally.His sentence was one year on parole and no contact with me or our daughter for most of that time.

When we reconciled after the restraining order was lifted we had high hopes for our marriage.He appeared to have made many changes and I thought I had too.But it was not so.Our hearts had not changed.We had tried to change ourselves only and left God out of it.

The one very good thing that came about through the law’s involvement was the exposure of what kind of a man he was.Nobody but me had any idea what sort of man he was because he is a likeable kind of man, easygoing and sociable.You would not be likely to suspect him as the type of person that would be capable of any of the things he routinely did in our marriage.Being that the arrest and restraining order were things that he could not keep under wraps his cover was blown wide open.If anything, I was the one that looked far more guilty in our marriage than he before his conviction and that was just the way he liked it.When he couldn’t hide behind my more obvious failures any longer, he became sobered up to the fact that he was considerably riddled with faults and failures for the first time.This was a good beginning.Unfortunately, things became even worse not very long after this new and promising start to our reconciled marriage.

When things once again escalated into violence and then sexual violence, I sunk into such a deep depression that I stayed and I did nothing at all.Aside from telling the pastor’s wife one time when a really frightening event transpired, I told no one because I had once involved the law and it had accomplished nothing, and I did not think that anyone in the church would be able to help me because the things that were happening were so disgusting and shameful that I couldn’t bring myself to say them to someone and risk being rejected and blown off because they didn’t want to be tainted with the ugliness.


Near the very beginning of this year there was an incident that was so truly terrifying that I fear to consider what might have happened if I had not been able to run faster out the door than my husband.I spent the day away wondering what to do, praying desperately and feeling like there was no God that heard me at all but finally going home knowing that I must do something – I just did not yet know what.But I made myself a promise to not just drift along anymore.

When I went to church with my daughter that Sunday I told someone I needed help and they gave it to me.I was surprised; I had said it basically out of desperation – grasping at a straw and not really believing that anyone would be willing or able to help me.That was a turning point.I confessed everything to this woman and she set the wheels in motion.My husband was contacted by the pastor and called to give an account.Thereafter we each were placed in a mentorship/accountability relationship with the pastor couple.

Today my husband has lived six months with God and it is a marvelous thing that I am witnessing.He is gentle and compassionate; slow to anger and quick to accept responsibility for his failures; he is affectionate and full of goodwill; he seeks out God’s word and prays.I literally could not have ever imagined that he would one day be the man that he is today.What God has done in each of our hearts and in our marriage is absolutely a miracle.All the years that we kept trying to do things on our own failed and ended up just intensifying all that was bad already because we could not change our hearts.Only when we gave up everything to God did anything change because He is the only one that is in the business of changing a person’s heart.

Go to Ponder Woman to read more about her life and what God is teaching her. 

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Longing for Heaven

In the coming post I will tell you about the bondage of fear that so often took hold of me as a child. My hopes by sharing this part of my life is to help others find freedom from such things. I believe though I can only tell you these things, God is the one able to free us.  I had moments where I felt I would one day go to my home in heaven but for the most part it just seemed too good to be true! Did I ever long for it though! God's arms were around me.  I couldn't fully understand His words but he kept speaking gently .. He never gave up on me!

I got to know some beautiful songs while singing weekly with a group of ladies last year. Many of the songs I took very personally as we sang.
GOING HOME

Many times in my childhood we'd travel so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grow.
Father's arms would slip 'round me and gently he'd say,
"My child, we're going home."

Going home, I'm going home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I got a glimpse of that heavenly land;
Praise God, I am going home.


Now the twilight is fading, the day soon shall end,
I get homesick the farther I roam.
But the Father has blessed me each step of the way,
And now I am going home.


Going home, I'm going home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land,
Praise God, we are going home.


Praise God, we are going home.












my little girl

Friday, July 27, 2012

Talks with God

I told you a bit about my childhood  last time. Today I will tell  you about  one particular day when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old that is very significant to me now... I only realized a few years ago what role this day had played in my life and would have in my testimony for years to come! Let me go back and tell you a bit about this little friend I had next door. It all started with our moms. They were best friends and were always there for each other! Both ladies were expecting their first baby around the same time. Baby #1 (my little friend) arrives December 25th, 1977 and baby # 2 (me) arrives January 4th, 1978. We were born very close to the same time, both given the same first name and became best friends.










A mennonite home in Mexico

It was another day of playing outside, climbing farm equipment, playing in puddles and running around like children do. Often we would be very silly, laughing and just having fun. At times we would also argue and fight.



Well, on this particular day we were doing all of those things, when my little friend suddenly told me I was now going to go to hell because I had said a bad word. She began describing hell in a very scary way. It was that moment that I began to "fear" God. By fear I mean I was afraid of what He would do to me yet. I began asking others many questions and the answers I got only confirmed that these things were true; not only were they true but it was also hopeless to get into heaven . However , I  thought there just has to be something I can do to fix it! So, began my talks with God.. I would tell him each morning , I will try to be good. I had only been taught memorized prayers in a language I did not understand. (There is more than one form of the german language. At home we spoke Low German and our reading and prayer was done in High German.)So talking to God the way I did was not taught, it began to seem very natural though!  He was drawing me to Himself but yet I did not know He gave a way for me to join Him in heaven one day.  I did however believe God heard everything I was saying to Him. Through these talks I began to find comfort  in Him and some hope deep within my heart. It helped me get  through many days ahead but would a way come for me to find my way to heaven?

As a child I was willing to trust Him but had been told by many we cannot know where we will go after death until we meet God at the judgement seat. A child is willing to believe what they are told.

Luke 18:17  says, “I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” or Matthew 18:4, “Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

Monday, July 23, 2012

Summer Days

We have spent a lot of time outdoors this summer. The kids enjoyed making a garden. I think they just like playing in the dirt and what better way!

 Even let Lily get into it for a bit. She is still a very happy baby, now 10 months old.


This garden has been a lot of work! I would say an abnormal amount of weeds have lived here....

                                                      Sometimes you just need a break!

Finally the hard work pays off and you hopefully reap what you sow. We have been getting things like radishes, cucumbers, green beans, zuchinni and potatoes so far. Corn, tomatoes, peppers and watermelon should be ready soon.


 We spent a few days camping with friends at Lakewood Christian Camp . We had a good time together! I could probably write a whole post on camping thoughts! I really am not sure if camping was made for me but I would be willing to do it again now that I have recovered. :)  REALLY though, great memories were made and I learned from it. Next time I will just keep my plans simpler!

One memory I will never forget is when Art and Anthony tipped the canoe. Art looks pretty happy in his wet and yucky clothes!

ANd doing things with my friend Tina is always good! Here we are with our babies who were due 4 days apart but were born 3 weeks apart.

 Also got a surprise visit from our friends who live in Manitoba. Ended up going to African Lion Safari with them.

It's been a good summer. Jamie had a job in asparagus and now the boys and I are picking cucumbers as well.  I think work is very good for all of us!




Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Memory Lane

I will attempt to tell you a few things about what  life was like when I was a child. I was born in Mexico. Some of you are now thinking ... What! Mexico! Yes, there are groups of German Mennonites in Mexico. Perhaps some time in the future I will tell you how that happened to come about. For now though I will write about  what  life was like as I knew it in my early years.

[caption id="attachment_453" align="aligncenter" width="300"] me, as a baby[/caption]

I remember things that happened from a very young age. Some not so good memories and some very special memories. I will focus today on the good memories. As I already told you we did use horse and buggy as our transportation. Cars were not allowed at this time yet. We lived on a farm, same as everyone else I knew. Life had daily routines of feeding the animals, milking cows and cleaning the barns. Our milk was always poured into big jugs and brought to the road daily. The milk man would pick up every one's milk and bring it to the cheese factory. This was our source of income.









milk jug

I spent much time outside  when at home, often doing things like playing on haystacks, (with my brother and often the neighbours' kids) helping in the garden, feeding the chickens, gathering eggs and  doing laundry, (yes, outside) Laundry was not an easy chore and required almost a full day.
We did not have hydro.  In our house you would see oil lamps and a wood stove for heating when needed. Speaking of our house... It was made of mud bricks with a total of three rooms. One of the rooms was built for food storage and that left us with a kitchen and a living room in which we also slept. It was a small place and often it would rain through the ceiling but my mom always kept things very organized and clean!

[caption id="attachment_455" align="aligncenter" width="292"] me, as a toddler[/caption]

When playing indoors, I enjoyed my dolls! I think I must have had more than the average Mennonite girl! I would treat my dolls as a mom would treat her own baby. I remember asking my mom to babysit while I was away from them.  The thought of my own REAL baby some day was quite exciting!
This all sounds so innocent and pure. That is how children are but they are born into a world that wants to steal and destroy that from young on! God protected me from a lot through those years. Things did happen around us that made me a target in the line of fire and many things could have happened to me that didn't.  I look back sometimes and remember things that make me shiver but I think on these simple memories I have of just being a child and I know that God was there watching over me!
One more very special memory I have (going back a bit)is a moving day. For a while we lived in this big house before moving to the one I already spoke of. I can't remember the place we moved away from at that time but I remember the place we moved to! I sat in the back of our buggy, hanging my feet off , with my aunt who was seven years older than I. Slowly we moved along with our furniture on a few buggies like a train. As I sat there in great excitement, swinging my feet back and forth, a herd of cows was what followed down that road. I told my mom about this a while back and she was very surprised I  could recall that. She says I was about 3 years old.

[caption id="attachment_456" align="aligncenter" width="295"] on that moving day, the house we moved to[/caption]

Psalm 139:13-16 For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

Thank you Lord for your protection over me all these years and when all else failed, you never did!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

"Horse and Buggy Days"

To some of you,  the things I will share will be familiar but to others it may seem strange and it might remind you of pioneer days. You see, I grew up in a mennonite home. First of all don't jump to conclusions yet, for there are many different types of mennonites and my life wasn't all "mennonite."

Yes we did drive horse and buggy at one point while I was a little girl but no we were not Amish. I want to tell you about these things because it's a big part of  where I  come from.


Many things were much simpler. I think we appreciated the little things more.  Going to the malls, watching movies , playing video games was foreign to us. Days were spent on the farm looking after animals and playing with siblings.



[caption id="attachment_450" align="aligncenter" width="300"] One of my uncles on grandma's big farm[/caption]


Some of my cousins and I did things I would never want to see my children doing though!

My grandma use to have this dangerously mean bull. As mean as they get , I would say.

We use to climb over the fence to tease it a bit and then RUN!

Thinking back on some of these stories, I believe it is only by the grace of God , I am still here!


THANK YOU LORD, FOR YOUR GREAT MERCIES!


Monday, July 9, 2012

He Quenches my Thirst

 Here is  a song  that I feel was written just for me, though it was written for many. I too, was a woman at the well seeking for things that did not satisfy. Many times the things that I thought would satisfy my thirst only left me more thirsty. Many times my choices brought forth fruit I did not want to eat.  When I listen to this song now , I am so thankful Jesus met me at the well! At times my cup is full, at times it runs over  but at times it gets dry.   It is then that I really see my need to go back to the well where I first met my Saviour and ask HIM once more, "fill my cup, Lord..."  That is where I am at right now. "Here am I Lord, fill me, quench my thirst and use me for your glory and honor.  I will share with you over the next while what God did and is doing in my life. I have many memories from childhood on where God was calling me to himself. Often I did not recognize His voice, but now when I  look back, I marvel at His marvelous grace!



Like the woman at the well I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy;
And then I heard my Savior speaking:
"Draw from my well that never shall run dry".Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!There are millions in this world who are craving
The pleasures earthly things afford;
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.

Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!

So, my brother, if the things this world gave you
Leave hungers that won't pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you,
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray:

Fill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;
Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more--
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole!