Fear, Truth and Dare

I love reading devotionals and using them to dig deeper into the Word of God. I think they are a wonderful tool for starting my day and for my husband and I to connect with each other at the start of each new day but it occurred to me that what am doing is only part of my responsibility as a believer. I need to stop this….WE need to stop this.

 Last night I was a coward. I am writing this blog because I have been convicted of not listening to the Spirit. As we drove up to the diamond to set up for my husband’s baseball team there was a truck parked near the diamond which I thought was a player who arrived early but noticed there was no one inside and no one around. As we got out of the truck to begin to prep for the game I saw a young man sitting at the far side of the field in the stands. He was not wearing a uniform so was not there to play baseball and as I got closer to him I noticed he would be too young to play on this over 35 league anyway. I went about unlocking the washrooms, getting equipment out and turning on the lights and felt strongly that there was something burdening this young man. I began to pray in my heart to Jesus for him. I set up my chair for the game and got out my crossword to do as I waited for the team to arrive, all the while praying over and over again in my heart for this young man’s heart that I sensed was broken. As other team members arrived I prayed that my husband would see him too and go over and pray for him. Another member of the team walked towards the young man who was getting down off the stands and the young man stopped and said “hello” to him and kept going. He began to walk towards me and my spirit began to urge me to say something, to pray for him and all I could say to him was “Is everything Okay?” He stopped and looked at me and said “No…..I mean everything’s is fine” with a look of despair on his face. I wanted to pray for him, the Holy Spirit was urging me to and I just watched him walk away. The fear I had of the embarrassment I might feel if he responded negatively to me was quickly replaced by the fear that this young man was so desperate that he might hurt himself or someone else or even worse continue to live in this world with no hope. He got in his truck and drove away.

 I take in all of this Truth from the Word of God but kept it secret at a time when it was most needed. I allowed fear to stop me in my tracks. The great irony of this is that the day before I broke through my fear of heights by climbing up a mountain, then a 50 foot stair case to what was called the Thunderbirds nest and zip lined across Canada’s largest twin zip line with my husband over top of the trees!!!! I did not allow fear to control me the day before but the thought of asking a stranger if I could pray for them paralyzed me. How did I allow fear to keep me from sharing the Truth of God’s love with someone? Am I simply a coward or worse a hypocrite or perhaps both? Why did I choose to say nothing, to ignore the nudging of the Holy Spirit? Why did I see that moment as something different than the moments I am in the city and see a homeless person on the street and easily let them know that God loves them? Like somehow someone who is homeless is less likely to know that Truth then someone whose desperation is simply found in their eyes and not the condition of their clothing or pocket book.

We need to stop absorbing the Word feeling the effects of the Truth on our lives and holding it hostage  only releasing it to the next person we deem worthy to hear it, most likely someone else who is walking a faith journey with us or at least has started to already ask questions or who we deem desperate enough to need it. How offensive must that be to the One who commanded us to do the opposite? ` How he must grieve when the richness of His Word spills into us giving us living water but we only release it when we feel comfortable that that person will receive it well, when the chances of us being rejected is slim at best or to never share it at all.

We look at the big world and dream of travelling to spread the word of God, we campaign and raise funds to “enrich the lives of others with the Truth of Gods Word “ and travel many miles to release this Truth to strangers in a strange land yet 20 feet to the right or left of us is our neighbors driveway, right beside us in the grocery store is a family in need of that same Truth and just a whisper away is our spouses who we give our physical selves to but keep the only thing that will sustain us both locked away out of fear and rejection.

What is it about us that keeps us so selfish? Why do we keep the only thing in our lives of any value locked away until the perfect moment?  It is not something that will lose its value if we release it, it only increases in life and power the more you give it away. So what is the lie we are believing? What story do we tell ourselves in order to justify keeping the only thing that gives life eternal to people?

If the price is too big to tell them the good news, the price of conflict, rejection or ridicule then we must simply stop this whole charade right now. There are plenty of non-believers doing great things for many people all over the earth so why not let go of this thing we seem so ashamed of at times yet use as a badge of honor at other times and join them?

The Word says we will be mocked. We want the perks of knowing Christ as our Lord and Saviour but we are not interested in anyone else having it. We choose to not love people every day of our lives and wait for them to die before we justify in our heads that someone somewhere told them the Truth, we are such cowards! We believe the lie that having those conversations will cause more harm than good yet we claim to believe in Christ for our own fire insurance to protect us from the very hell we are watching people walk right into!

No one wants to be seen as that crazy person who talks about Jesus all the time like that guy who ate locusts who ended up losing his head yet we hold him up in great regard from our pews on Sunday morning. We are hypocrites in the worst way. We teach our children about the great people of scripture but then model the very opposite to them. We tell them to share their faith with others on the playground by loving them because that what Jesus does and yet we refuse to do it at work, from our front porches or in our marriages!

Have you ever seen a stranger who looks so lost and sad and asked if you could pray for them or simply told them that God loves them? I’m not just talking about the homeless person who is so desperate for contact with people that prayer would be something they may say yes to easily  but you can choose whether you bump into them again or not, I’m talking about the one in line at the grocery store who is at the end of their rope with their kids, the neighbor who never seems happy about anything or your spouse who seems to be distant from you lately. These will not be easy and may not even be pretty at times but God never said they would be.  These conversations do not need to happen on a church sponsored mission’s trip, there is no need for special shots, no equipment you need to buy and the only prep you need is your own prayer time with God. You do see what the problem is don’t you? It’s far too simple isn’t it? There is no build up, lists to complete, items to buy or training to follow, that’s the problem….the problem is you can go and do this NOW right now no matter where you are, that’s the problem we have developed systems, training, classes, lists, rules and regulations for doing the very thing we were commanded to do by Jesus. His command seems very simple to me and yet I too struggle with putting it into practice at times.

God changes hearts through the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit that we claim to have within us. There are people all over the world who need to hear the truth of the Gospel for sure but there are people we see every day who are desperate for that same Truth.  I DARE us today to tell one person about how much they are loved by Jesus, I DOUBLE DARE us to share how that experience went, good bad or ugly, I DARE us because the more we justify our safety and security and peace at the risk of eternity for others the more we live inside the truth of who some unbelievers say we are, a group of people out for our own interests to help build bigger country clubs equipped with hospitality teams, concert crews and zombie followers mindlessly joining groups where more of us are in a strange self-contained world we call the body of believers.

We need to Stop reading devotionals and keeping that revelation and truth to ourselves…………DO as we were commanded, love people well and tell them the Truth.

Unlikely Missionaries

My husband and I are unlikely missionaries.
What if I told you that we were going to spend the next 12.5 years in the mission field? Here is the description of this serving opportunity.
We will be spending countless hours ministering to the lost, broken, homeless, drug dealers, addicts, johns, prostitutes, abandoned children, mentally ill and many who do not know Jesus in a place that is dark, dangerous and scary at times.
We will be pulled away from our family and spend exhausted amounts of time away from them and each other and supporting others who find themselves without family or friends.
Our marriage will be challenged and tested, our children may resent us for the time we put in with other people and not them and at times emotional, spiritual and physical exhaustion will set in.
We will not get a salary for 5.5 years of being in this mission field and for the rest of our time one of us will receive the amount equivalent to less than minimum wage.
We will put our family home on the line to sign a lease with no guarantee support, we will use our savings for first and last months rent and to get utilities started.
We will be given a vehicle to drive 7 years into serving which will help us get to and from the mission field but it will come at a cost.   People we are serving to always be able to get a hold of us no matter where we are because it has our mission filed address on it and people who donate their leftovers will turn our families home into an extension of the mission field because the vehicle will help them know where we live. This means we never truly leave our mission field.
We worry about taking this on fearful that we will burn out but we don't worry about it because we know that when missionaries come back from the  mission field they go through a time of debriefing and time away to make sure they are cared for spiritually because of the toll the years of this work can put on a person.
This was the missionary positions we took on, excited to do what God asked us to.
My husband and I are unlikely missionaries. Our mission field wasn't across the world but in our backyard. We do not pretend to compare ourselves to the missionaries who put their lives on the line each and every day and we are grateful for a God who works everything out for good. Our experience has left us concerned for others.
We worry about other unlikely missionaries who do not receive that title but that suffer from similar physical, spiritual and emotional exhaustion and need debriefing and retreat to be spiritually healthy.
We wonder about those who day after day go into the local trenches to love in so much brokenness.

If you know a local missionary who gives so much of themselves to others but may not have the title we ask that you not only support them financially when they do the hard job of asking but that you do your part to love them well when they decide God is moving them on. Ask them how they are doing and what their needs are outside of their mission field. Bless them with time away for fun with their families who often don't see them due to long hours away. remind them that its okay to take time away and help support them to do that so they do not feel financially burdened by it. When their mission field is in their backyard it becomes even more difficult to refuel because they are still surrounded by it. They didn't leave it in another country so it is not something that simply remains in their heart it is something they still feel connected to because it is in their backyard.
Don't overlook the mission fields and those who work in them right here all around us. Offer them the same care required when they return home after serving as you would someone who served overseas. Love them well, the Kingdom needs hearts like theirs, remember the workers are few.

My husband and I are unlikely missionaries, but still missionaries in an all too often overlooked mission field. Our hearts are searching for ways to help support others ,I pray yours is too.

Because you are mine and nothing else

I just love God. I have this image of Him leaning over watching me live this life and just before the next amazing thing He does is about to happen He is wide eyed and excited with His hands folded together bouncing up and down just waiting to see my face when I discover again that He has been orchestrating this moment all along and when I realize He raises His hands and says" YES!" .I'm not sure how "biblical" that is but to be really honest I don't really care...I have journeyed with Him through so much in these 13 years that opinions of man matter less and less to me. I started this blog wanting to find my JESUS FREAK and in that pursuit I have been confronted with MANY challenges which have forced me to find that FREAK or loose it all for good.....glad I stuck it out, I get why others don't but it makes me sad because the FREAK I thought I lost isn't near as sweet as this new one I could only discover through the last few years of confusion, anger, breakdown, calamity, struggle and pain........thank-you God for sticking with me like you always promised you would especially when I looked for you in times that you could not be felt.
I remember a time quite a few years back when I was asked to speak at a University Mission Day and how scared I was but eager to do it in my fearless JESUS FREAK early days. I have shared this story before but it came full circle last night ,as it always does if we have eyes to see it. The deep fears I had deep down at that school a few years ago were brought to the surface by someone in the morning who was there to represent another Christian university. We sat in the morning over coffee with another woman when I was asked why I was there, so I shared that I was a speaker. They looked my name up on the list and he turned to me and said "Wow God chooses the Foolish is such an original title for a talk!" and with that he turned to the woman and they both laughed at me. I wanted to run away but instead I walked with my fears into the lecture hall to speak, vowing one day I would be smart like them and no one would ever question my ability to speak to a room full of people more educated than me. One day God would provide me with the opportunity to use proper theological words and phrases that would convince people I was in the place I deserved to be speaking in. That situation that day would rise up in me now and again when I am in places and spaces where people who have a lot more formal education then I do, and a little fear would creep in and I would try to remind myself to hang on to Jesus for dear life and it would be okay even when I didn't say the right thing or know the "proper" phrases. I began to realize this was something I needed to deal with because truly I simply wasn't trusting God when I allowed this fear to rise up again and again. Yesterday God brought me full circle I think its called Gigal in the bible  but the odds are I am wrong about that but I don't care. I happen to get a message a few weeks ago from someone letting me know that the speaker they had for their banquet fell through and I was recommended by someone to share my testimony, so being the queen of speaker "fill in"  I said yes.......it just happen to be from the very place where that man was from all those years ago...immediately I thought about that situation and took a deep breath and went.
I shared my testimony of lived experience of poverty and the redeeming power of the cross and where God has me right now. I shared with the students the power of Jesus and how feeding the hungry and serving the poor without Jesus was pointless because only Jesus can truly save us. I loved it the Holy Spirit was so thick in the room. I had a few students speak to me after wards but one in particular stood out to me. He approached me and said" I need to talk to you. I have been coming here for many years and I want to thank-you for coming in. I remember being involved in youth many years ago and being excited about Jesus when we would hear speakers like you at conferences and it left me so on fire..........but its been a long time since I was excited about Him. Thank-you so much for coming I needed to hear your story, its been too long."   My heart broke for him. He has been in a place and a space for years studying Gods word but hadn't been excited for Jesus, he lost his FREAK too! He was in a place that I used to covet thinking if \I could only go to a place like that I could impress so many people, I could love God better, do more for Him. I said to him " Go and pray for God to reignite the fire that is in you for Jesus. It didn't go anywhere its in there you just need to light it up again!"
It was in that moment that I felt the hand of God upon me whispering to me " I never asked you to be smarter for me, I was never waiting for you to be better or more equipped to speak about me, I asked you to go and tell others what I have done in you, spread the Good News to those who don't know or have forgotten.....I never asked you to be someone other than yourself, not today and not all those years ago. You choose to listen to the enemy who understood your fear instead of resting in who I said you are....MY child.....equipped because you are MINE, nothing more nothing less but all you need to be. "   
What lies are you believing today about what you are waiting to have in order to be used? What are you waiting for? God has given you all you need right this moment right now!
I felt in the moment the temptation to be sad because that man who said that to me all those years ago was not there  but then I realized this had nothing to do with proving anything to him or anyone else in this life but stepping out in obedience to the One who created me and equipped me for right now.
I had an amazing vision of Gods hands raised high and shouting "YES!" 



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Week without- let it change me

If you have been following me on this journey of my WEEKWITHOUT fundraiser for CAP Canada  I wanted to apologize for missing yesterdays blog post, and this is my last one as my WEEKWITHOUT will end tomorrow morning!
I am both relieved and nervous about going back to "normal" which is a very loose term in our house, we are not exactly a nice normal family by any stretch of the imagination but you know what I mean, p.s so glad there is nothing "normal" about us other wise I wouldn't fit in. I am excited to see and talk to my family again, yes to all of you who think its a dream to be isolated from the people in your house for a week I challenge you to try it as it will give you a new perspective on the people you live with and do family with, they really aren't so bad in fact I have come to discover that my family are pretty amazing people who can handle a lot without me, wait that's not great. I guess that means I can stop trying to tell everyone what to do all the time because my way is best. As it turns out they can handle life without me after all, who knew.  All kidding aside I love them even more than I thought and I think I should probably tell them that more often, louder and with more affection than I usually do. My people are really great people and best of all they are mine. I truly have a new appreciation for loneliness even with the small amount of time I had it. God don't let this experience keep me the same, let it make a change in me and the way I walk in this world.
Choosing times of retreat and reflection are good things sometimes and especially if your intention is to be closer to God and I wish I had made more of this time to do that. I wanted to be able to blog to you about all the GOD TIME I had and I did have some but not in the superhero Christian lady way I thought I might, the truth is I spent a few days complaining, being frustrated, sad, lonely and miserable but  yesterday I found myself in the middle of a Holy Spirit awakening . I seemed to come out of the days of frustration and into a day where I just let loose with God almost challenging Him to "show up" like some weirdo who doesn't realize He is here always, the space must finally be getting to me, but seriously  I felt His spirit so tangibly yesterday and it gave me renewed energy and opened my eyes to a clarity to see a day that unfolded into this day of miracles upon miracles and watching him weave himself in the lives of people in that incredible way God does and it was breathtaking. I was even too tired to blog about it. I will take Holy spirit exhaustion any day! God don't let this experience keep me the same, let it make a change in me and the way I walk in this world.
I went to work today for a half day on my day off, I didn't want to be home so it made sense to go and work somewhere where people are that I can be a part of something, with this isolation at home I felt myself longing to be apart of something, a group a team and I became more grateful for places missions and ministry spaces where people can just "BE" for a few hours. Be apart of the energy, noise, laughter have someone smile at them possibly join a conversation. Coffee shops make money off of our need to belong, that's why we go there to work on stuff . We are pretending to go there to work alone but cant stand the idea of truly being lonely. God don't let this experience keep me the same, let it make a change in me and the way I walk in this world.
God let me see the beauty of the words in a conversation with someone. Let me embrace the blessings you have given me. Let me learn to love the noise of my not so normal family. Let me see how much stuff I truly have and shut my mouth the minute I dare complain of lack. God help me to draw even closer to you to unwrap all the amazing reasons you have created all of us for love, compassion and community......Forgive me for not believing your Word and needing a WEEKWITHOUT to have this revelation. Thank-you for how awesome you are to a mess like me.

There are still a few hours to go and donate to CAP Canada #Weekwithout. GO to www.capcanada.org/donate   and when you go back out into the world tomorrow please don't do it the same way. Generously give your smile, your laughter and your dreams to those who sit alone.

Week Without - luxuries right in front of me

If you have been following my blog for the last few days you will be well aware that I am missing my family very much on this #Weekwithout fundraiser ( to see details please check previous posts) but what I was noticing today was how many material luxuries I really had all this time and never noticed.
When I arrived home from work today I parked the car and walked around the house to the convenience store to cash one of those silly lottery tickets so I could collect the $12 which I am adding to the funds for #Weekwithout we have a charity target of $5,000 and every little bit helps, besides if I learned nothing from being convicted of old habits yesterday I certainly couldn't do what I really wanted and that was buy more scratch tickets lol, just being honest people, just being honest. The walk was wonderful I realized that I had been going from my 10x10 room driving in my car to the office getting back in my car and back into my 10x10 room with little time outside so this walk was just amazing! God forgive for forgetting about the luxuries of being able to walk to the store, wearing warm winter boots and coat and having this house to come home to , its actually pretty big, much bigger than I thought, much bigger than the house I used to complain about.
When I walked into the door I had to go to the washroom in a hurry and I could because we have a bathroom on the main floor right near the front door. God forgive me for forgetting about the luxury of owning 3 washrooms, those washrooms that I complain about cleaning. Many people do not own even one.
As I climbed the stairs to go to my room I looked over the rail and down to the living area and saw my furniture from up there, its beautiful, spacious and looks so comfortable. God forgive me for getting frustrated when people would come over when we didn't have enough seats for everyone to sit in or that I thought the room was too small. any people do not have even half that space or the people to fill it.
My husband was taking our youngest daughter out for dinner so I took the opportunity to use my second and last shower time for the week while they were gone. I stood in the shower and loved the feeling of the hot water it was a great feeling after being in my cold room for the last few days. The smell of the soap was glorious and I stood in that shower longer than I ever had before. God thank you for the luxury of hot water, clean shower and soap, I didn't even notice the old tiles on the wall and that my towels are the ones from our wedding almost 19 years ago that I used to make such a big deal about. Forgive me for forgetting that water is life and many don't have this luxury.
The door to our bedroom was open and I peeked inside, it looked so spacious and luxurious just like the rooms I was glancing over on the internet thinking about time away with Tom after this week. As I looked on the internet earlier and complained about how expensive the rooms are in hotels I guess I forgot that I had a luxurious suite right down the hall that we could go to for free. I saw it with fresh eyes tonight, God  forgive me , its beautiful. Many people would dream about that room and having someone to share the bed with.
Now I am in my 10x10 room again and it seems s0 small. I have towel drying off my bed clothing hanging on the other side, my food and dishes on one side of the floor and work stuff on the other and a few piles of clothes, I guess I need to go to the laundry mat soon. God forgive me for not being grateful for this small space, a luxury for many who would love to have it.
God forgive me for having all these luxuries and more right in front of me and not realizing they were everything I used to wish I had before I knew you, the things I dreamed about when I looked through the skylight of our old apartment with no windows....you gave me everything I asked for yet I still didn't appreciate it......all these luxuries right in front of me.

Many people dream about the very things you and I take for granted everyday. They live in spaces that are not even equipped to accommodate half of what we have and yet we want more. Please take a good look around you tonight and ask God to forgive you for not seeing the luxuries in front of you. Then I ask that you go to www.capcanada.org/donate to make a donation to #Weekwithout yo help raise awareness and funds to support making real changes in the lives of people who go without everyday. Thank-you

Week WIthout- old habits creeping in

Isolation does funny things to a person. I get the privilege of going to work for a few hours a day where people talk to me so I know it is not the same as someone who is isolated all of the time, I know now I could never handle that and have a different prayer life now because of it.
When I was driving home from work I immediately had a feeling of despair come over me knowing that I was coming home to my room, my computer and myself.........that triggered something in me....some ugly old habits of soothing myself to help me forget I was alone. Even in my early married life when I was not technically alone I felt very much alone. Neither my husband or myself knew how to do this married thing well and with two very broken backgrounds and nothing to believe other than ourselves we were left to grasp at whatever or whoever would distract us to fill the moment. I had a few vices but a couple of them crept up on me today on my way home. I had a package to mail so I stopped at our local store that has a post office in the back I dropped off the box and began walking around the store  looking for things to purchase but not just anything......I found myself walking out of there and back into my room with a bag of chocolate, chips and scratch tickets oh and a bottle of water.   Food and lottery were just two of the vices I used to have, EVERYDAY vices where I would spend money to possibly win money with the promise of escaping the life I felt trapped in, vices that would stuff my body to numb me from having to feel lonely and depressed. Vices that a lot of people did so I thought it was okay but the truth is anything you use to try and fill the hole only Jesus can fill is bad for us...it will lie to us, tempt us and eventually kill our spirit.   I scratched the tickets and felt so good doing it, I ate that chocolate bar so fast I don't even remember what it tasted like and I am left with a sore stomach and frustration about spending money I didn't really have on the idea that scratching that ticket could provide me with even more money.
How did I fall so quickly into these old habits with only 3 days into this partial isolation?
God forgive me and help me to go to you on my way home when I know it will be lonely.
God remind me that some of our clients will spend their money on things like lottery tickets and candy that offer false promises of escape and fullness because they are lonely , isolated, desperate for escape and to be filled.
God thank you for Christians Against Poverty and their system to help get people out from under the weight of debt and into the freedom that can only be found in your son Jesus.


Please go to www.capcanada.org/blog to find out how you can help me raise $2,000 for CAP Canada during our staffs #Weekwithout

Week without - A painful noise

I think this may be the hardest day of this week on my journey to help raise funds for CAP Canada during our Week without ( see previous blog for details). I knew it would be difficult to be isolated from my husband and my daughter here at home on a day to day basis but I forgot about how hard it would be on our traditional Monday night spaghetti night when our eldest daughter, our son-in-law, Granddaughter all of their friends, our "wooden" children and grandchildren come over for spaghetti. I didn't realize how painful the noise of their laughter, giggles, conversations, disagreements and stories of their days would be........isolation is hard, isolation within earshot of the noise of life is deafening.
Every noise is painful....the sound of the plates being filled with food, the babies screaming and "chatting" to each other, the sound of dads "greeting" their waking babies that they haven't seen all day, the sound of mums encouraging the use of sippy cups and eating "all by themselves", the sound of my husband "hosting" everyone and laying down new rules about EVERYONE cleaning up their mess, the sound of one daughter teaching her little girl to play nice with her friends and the other talking about how she is helping Dad this week because mum isn't around.  The sounds that bring me such joy are so hard to hear but a wonderful lesson for me not to ever take for granted the incredible family and friends that I have. I miss snuggling with my granddaughter and tickling her until she giggles out loud, oh my heart I miss her so much. I miss watching our eldest daughter be an incredible wife and mother, watching her in those roles is one of the most incredible things to watch. I miss looking at and touching her tummy that is hugging our third grandbaby for a few more months until we can hold them ourselves. I miss being in the middle of the friendships in the room.I am so grateful to God for not giving up on our family many years ago, I know without Him none of the blessings of this life are possible.
The house empties as the "kids" go home for the night and my husband takes our youngest to coach her hockey game.....I cant go ....I wish I could .....I even wish I could keep score, a job I normally hate to do. I will miss listening to my husband play 90's rock music in the truck to "pump up" our daughter before the game ,I will miss seeing her excitement and commitment for her team, I will miss watching her team greet her with big hugs and "another goal tonight for you I can feel it!", I will miss cheering her on from the stands but most of all I will miss watching her Dad cheer on his little girl from the bench.
 I thought the noise was painful but I was wrong the silence is far worse. It makes me long for the noise I use to wish would stop. It makes me understand why many of our clients don't want to give up their cable, I turned on the computer to find videos I could watch just to fill the silence, so I didn't feel so alone, for some people the only noise of joy they hear is the one played out in a sitcom on late night T.V......forgive me Lord for judging people for wanting "company" even if it comes in the form of actors, scripted lives and snippets of "life" played out in a 30 second commercial.  We do not appreciate the painful  "noise" of silence unless it's all you have. We do not understand the need for artificial family and friends until we are without them. We do not appreciate the noise of life that we sometimes long to get away from in the beautiful mess of family and friendships until it is gone.
God forgive me for the deafness of my own ears to the beautiful noises of my life.

Please visit your neighbor who is alone, say hello to the person you pass on the street and pray for those who do not have the rich blessings of family, "wooden" and real.
Please go to www.capcanada.org/blog and donate to #Weekwithout  so we can continue to provide real tangible solutions to debt, poverty, unemployment, addictions and isolation.
***For those of you who do not know "wooden" family refers to people who are not related by blood but are your family just the same****