The Promotion

It was Tuesday morning on August 9, 2016. I was on my way to a 9 a.m. echocardiogram appointment. My family physician had recently discovered a heart murmur and set up this appointment to get more details. I like to pray when I'm driving to work. I decided to pray for a promotion. I had been working at my current job for almost 2 years and had not yet received a pay raise. With the cost of living going up each year and my wage staying the same, I saw the need for increase. I asked God to grant me favour at work so that I would get a raise. I also said if that's not going to happen then please open the door and give me favour in the way of a new, better-paying job. I thanked Him for hearing my prayers and told Him I trusted that He was at work, behind the scenes, in my life. 

I was wearing my work scrubs that morning since I was going straight to work after my appointment. While the sonographer performed my echo she asked me where I worked and what I did. She mentioned they were hiring and asked if I might be interested. I thought, sure why not, so I said sure. When she was finished she introduced me to the lady who was setting up the interviews for the new medical office assistant position. We set up an interview appointment for August 11 right after work. I had walked in for an ultrasound of my heart and walked out with a job interview. Holy Smokes! As I walked out of the clinic, I could not believe what had just happened. I recognized it as God granting me favour immediately. 

As soon as I finished work on August 11 I went straight to the job interview. They had people coming and going for interviews. I sat down and waited for my name to be called. I prayed and told God that I trusted Him and if this was His way of providing better finances for me then I wouldn't worry about what to say at the interview. I quickly thought about a number in my head on what type of a wage I was expecting just in case they asked that question. I took a deep breath and left it in God's hands. 

My name was called. I was my turn. I walked into a room that had 3 out of the 5 cardiologists sitting there waiting to interview me at a long conference room table. The office manager was there as well. One of the first questions they asked was how much was I expecting to be paid. I spit out the number I had come up with a few minutes earlier. The interview lasted longer than the previous lady's interview before me. It went very well. One of the doctors commented that I interview very well. We wrapped things up, shook hands and I left feeling very good about it. 

Saturday afternoon, August 13, 2016, I was shopping at Michael's craft store. I received a text message from one of the doctors who interviewed me. They were about to send me an email with a job offer in a few minutes and just wanted to confirm my information. I could not believe I was hearing from them so soon, and on the weekend yet. The offer was exactly what I had asked for, plus I was going to have my own indoor parkade parking spot. No more having to scrape snow and ice off my windshield or brave the elements. I knew this was the promotion I was praying for. I accepted the offer. My first day at the new clinic was September 6, 2016. 

Was I nervous? You bet I was! I was leaving the comfort and familiarity of my current job. I was leaving behind some very good coworker friends whom I knew I was going to miss. I was walking into completely foreign territory. I didn't know a soul, but since I knew God was leading me to this new place, He equipped me with the inner confidence and peace I needed. 

On August 21 as I was spending time reading God's Word, He confirmed this new job was from Him by leading me to a scripture that reads:

Deuteronomy 1:21

Look, the Lord your God has set the land before you; go up and possess it, as the Lord God of your fathers has spoken to you, do not fear or be discouraged.

God was basically saying to me personally, "Look, I have setup a new office job for you, go up to the 9th floor and possess it, as the Lord God of your father (who has recently joined me) has spoken to you, do not fear or be discouraged. Wow God!!! I started my new job one day shy of being exactly one month since my dad's funeral. 

My Bible Art Entry

How things were changing so quickly in my life. My only concern now was how to avoid leaving a giant oil puddle on my parking spot floor. My van leaked oil and I was embarrassed at the thought of one of them noticing my puddle or my old van. The driver's door handle no longer worked so I either had to have the window down so I could reach in, unlock and open my door or I had to climb in through the passenger side. Also, my driver's power window no longer went up so it was pretty much permanently halfway down. Needless to say, it made my drives very interesting and challenging during days of precipitation and cold. 

As if this new job promotion was not enough, my mom came across a vehicle my uncle was trying to sell. With some of the money she inherited from my dad's passing, she decided to buy me this new car. I went from driving an old 1995 Pontiac Trans Sport van to a 2007 Buick Allure. God is Amazing!

Be careful what you ask for

Over the Christmas 2009 break I had just finished three years of college training and finally graduated. My son and my niece just left by plane to spend some time with my parents in Fort McMurray. For the first time in a very long time my house was quiet and empty. Not only that but now I suddenly had all of this extra time that used to be spent on my studies. I was feeling rather bored and a tad lonely. The reason I say "tad" lonely is because on the first day I always start out feeling really lonely when I am alone and then I slowly begin to enjoy my quiet time and begin working on projects that I just never have the time to do otherwise.

When I am spending time with my Heavenly Father I often ask Him to show me someone He can bless through me. Some of the larger ways He has answered that prayer request started in the summer of 2008. This is when, I believe, I first began praying this particular type of prayer. I was walking my dogs and asking "Daddy," which is what I now like to call God, to show me someone He could bless through me, someone who needed help. Not long after that request I ended up welcoming an abandoned ferret into my home. Throughout this process he was pooping and peeing all over my house and getting into huge amounts of trouble, more trouble than I ever thought one small fuzzy could find. I had no idea how to care for a ferret nor what they ate. I kept telling myself I can't keep him, he is way too much work, there is no way I can keep him. My intention was to only keep him until the SPCA opened on Tuesday and then I would turn him in.

I quickly joined an internet ferret forum and enlisted the help of ferret "experts." I had to get him eating and he wouldn't eat the ferret food I bought. I had to make something called "Duck soup" to get him back to a healthy weight fast. He still wouldn't eat. I had to syringe feed the duck soup to him only he squirmed so much I couldn't get it in his mouth. I learned from the ferret "experts" that I had to roll him up tightly in a towel and then syringe feed him. That finally worked and eventually he began to eat it on his own. Through this process we bonded and I fell in love with the little fuzzy. By Tuesday there was no way I could even think of letting him go. He now brings so much joy into my life and I feel blessed to have the opportunity to care for him. I, I mean he, has even started his very own blog for children and youth to enjoy. You are welcome to read his blog at http://dukes-diary.blogspot.com/

The second large way that God answered my prayer request for someone to bless was when He reunited me with my long lost niece whom I hadn't seen in 12 years. She had been kicked out of her home and needed a place to live so she could continue attending her high school. This was a large step of faith on my part but I knew God wanted me to do this and if He wanted me to do this I knew He would equip me with everything I needed to be able to do this. Since October 2009 my 15-year-old niece has been living with me.

This Christmas when my son and my niece were away visiting my parents I prayed that same prayer again. I laughed and said to my Daddy, "You are pretty much going to have to bring that person to my doorstep because it is too cold outside for me to be going out much." It was that evening or the evening after that when my doorbell rang. A neighbor that used to live a block away from me was standing on my doorstep. I invited him in and he talked to me about his cat that had surgery three months earlier and had a feeding tube and how he has been nursing her back to health and feeding her through a tube. He had to do so every 2 or 3 hours. The feeding tube was finally out and she was now eating on her own. He desperately wanted a break and to go and visit his family for Christmas. He asked me if I would be interested in taking care of his cat while he went away for a few days.

At first I was very hesitant. This meant, since it was very cold outside, that I would have to warm up my van three times a day and drive to this man's car lot and go into his office to feed his cat and make sure the cat was not getting worse but better. As I was hesitating on this I could hear the Holy Spirit inside me saying "Remember, you asked for someone God could bless through you and you said they would have to arrive on your doorstep and here he is." Even though it wasn't convenient for me I knew I had to say yes. This was something I wanted to do for Daddy. I am attaching a picture of the cat. Her name is Nella.

At this very moment as I write this blog post God has answered this prayer request once again. Right now there is large Portuguese water dog in my house named Bella. This is no easy feat in my small 1000 square foot home, not when I already have two dogs, two cats, two guinea pigs, a chinchilla and a ferret already living in my home. After praying this prayer my ex-husband called and asked if I could care for his dad's dog while he goes out of town for the weekend. My ex-husband is dog sitting his dad's dog only he was called out of town on business and was in desperate need of finding someone who would be willing to care for a large dog. Of all the people God could choose for me to bless He asks me to help my ex-husband. You may find this surprising, especially if you have read some of my other blog posts, but I gladly obliged.

You will notice a pattern here, that there are a lot of animals I am blessing rather than humans. All I can say is God knows my heart and my love for animals and He meets your passion with His need. In this way I am able to help an animal in need which, in turn, helps the human attached to the animal. He also knew my heart for my niece and how fervently I prayed for her over the years.

The conclusion of this blog story is this; be careful what you ask God for because when He answers it will most likely not happen at the most convenient time and you won't necessarily "feel" like doing it. You will be required to move past your flesh (what you feel like doing) and move in the Spirit (what the Holy Spirit inside you wants to do). This is not always easy to do and it does require some practice but once you begin to allow God to use you in this way it is unbelievably rewarding. So go ahead, I dare you to ask God to send you someone He can bless through you and see what happens.

I offer this challenge to all of my readers. If you will do this challenge and God answers your request please send me a message and let me know what happened. I would love to hear about it and if it is alright with you I would love to share your story on my blog. Some people are deceived into believing that being a Christian is boring and for wimpy people. I can definitely say from my own personal experience that that statement could not be further from the truth.

God answers prayers

In May 2008 I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to write a letter to my brother. I felt the Lord wanted me to write a letter about a daughter he fathered and lost touch with 11 years prior. I felt like I was supposed to talk to him about trying to find his daughter and letting her know she has more family out there who love her. This was not a subject my brother discussed openly and I did not want to write any such letter. I felt like it was bad timing since he was going through a divorce. I, myself, was preparing and studying for a final exam and I didn’t want to deal with any added stress this letter might bring. The Holy Spirit, however, would not leave me alone. I finally wrote the letter on May 9, 2008.

The letter did not bring the desired results but I felt I had done my part and the rest was between God and my brother. Shortly after sending the letter I decided to do a Facebook search for her. I carefully typed in her first and last name and hit the search button. It brought up several pages of womenand girls with the same name from all over the world but none of them were local and I knew none of them were her. This niece of mine had been strongly impressed upon my mind and heart since the day I met her.

I had last seen my niece when she was three years old. My brother had brought her over to my place. I was throwing a 1-year birthday party for my son and I had invited all sorts of family to come over and celebrate his first year in my back yard. She had just recently lost her mom in a car accident and I was feeling so badly for her. She was one of five siblings and now they were going into the custody of their aunt and uncle. Little did I know that it would be the last day I would see her at my place. Shortly after her mother’s funeral my brother and then I were asked to stop calling and leave the family alone. First my niece loses her mother and now her father too. I loved this little girl so much; it broke my heart. I decided to do the only thing I could do, I would pray for her always and wait until she was old enough for me to contact her.

I thought about my niece and prayed for her all the time. Not a year went by when I did not think about her on her birthday or think about the different milestones she was achieving. When my son started school I always looked for her hoping that maybe she attended the same school. I kept a picture of her sitting on her dad’s lap on my wall unit. Since the last day I saw her until now I have never moved that picture. Every time I dusted that picture I would pray for her. I prayed that God would plant a Christian somewhere in her path to help her and guide her toward Him and His love for her. (Later on I found out this prayer had been answered).

On July 22, 2009, I was playing scrabble on Facebook. Originally that was the only reason I joined Facebook. I had just finished playing my scrabble turns on my games and I felt like the Holy Spirit was prompting me to look her up on Facebook again. I thought, “But I just looked her up awhile ago and a bunch came up but none of them were her” but I felt the Holy Spirit nudging me to do so again. I carefully typed in her first and last name and hit the search button. Amazingly, only one girl came up out of that search. I saw that she was local and I just knew in my heart that it was her. My heart jumped for joy. I could not believe my eyes. How could it be that the last time I searched for her so many with her name came up but this time only one? This cannot be explained because it is God and He works in miraculous ways.

I was so unbelievably surprised and excited to see her smiling Facebook picture staring back at me. I ran to my son’s room to tell him the good news. I was so excited he must have thought I was crazy. After twelve long years, it was an answer to my prayers. Once I settled down and I was preparing to send her a message I thought, “What on earth am I going to say to her?” She is not going to remember me and what if I come across as some crazy woman. I didn’t even know where to begin or how to start a conversation with this precious girl I had been praying for and thinking about for 12 years.

I didn’t know what she had been told about her dad, if anything at all. Maybe she had been raised believing someone else was her dad. How would I explain how I know her without revealing who I really was? I had to be careful not to overwhelm or confuse her. I prayed about it first and I typed my message to her. Very shortly after she replied and the questions started. Questions she had every right to be asking since I was a complete stranger to her. She practiced internet safety and didn’t give out any personal information at first. I was immediately proud of her for that.

Our conversations continued and a friendship began. She kept asking about who I was and why I wanted to know her and why I still remembered her after all those years. I told her I knew her dad and I showed her pictures from when she was at my place with my brother. I wanted her to find out her dad’s name from her family and then see that my last name was the same and figure it out for herself. I didn’t feel it was my place to give her any personal information about her dad. I felt like that was the job of her caregivers. Then I found out she had been kicked out of her home on Mother’s Day and it sounded like she had no way of finding out any information about her dad. I decided to help her along in that area and I asked her if she knew her dad’s name. She said a name that was almost my brother’s name only the first letter was different. I asked her if it was possible she might have the first letter wrong since they all pretty much sound the same anyway. Then I asked her to think about why my brother would pick only her up from her place and none of her siblings and take her to a family function on more than one occasion. Then I told her my brother’s name. She wasn’t sure but then she received confirmation from her sister and another one of her aunts. At first she said she didn’t even want to talk to her dad. Then she said she didn’t know what to do. Then she asked me if he would even want to talk to her. It was clear her emotions were all over the place and understandably so.

By August 1st she had confirmed me as a friend on Facebook. Things were moving along very quickly. She informed me that she was feeling so loved and cared for and that is exactly what I had prayed for before I had contacted her. I asked God to pour his love through my fingers, the computer and into my niece. Her spirits were lifted and she no longer felt alone or isolated, she now knew she had a whole other side of her family that loved her and wanted a relationship with her.

My niece had still not told me where she lived. All I knew was that she moved out of the city and lived 5 hours away. One night after one of our nightly conversations I had a dream about her. I dreamt about the name of the town she was located in. When I woke up I went straight to my computer to look it up and see if it was, in fact, 5 hours away. It was not but it was the only large town in that area so I felt like she was near there. My eyes followed the map past the large town and stopped on one particular town. It was like the words were jumping off the page or bolded or something. I knew that this was where she lived. I sent her a message asking if she lived there and she admitted it and asked how on earth I knew. I told her that first God had led me to her on Facebook and now He had led me to her location through a dream.

She told me shortly before I had contacted her on Facebook she had been praying and asking God to help her because she felt so alone, isolated, abandoned and rejected. She believed I was an answer to that prayer. The more I talked with her the more I found out that she did know about Jesus and had been to church and even on a youth mission trip once. She also mentioned she had been baptized. I was elated, another prayer of mine had been answered. Remember earlier I had mentioned that I had prayed for a Christian to be placed in her life to help lead and guide her toward God and His love for her? That prayer was answered through her older brother who started taking her to church. He had been impacted by a Christian woman who had helped him.

I feel that God prompted me, through the Holy Spirit, to write my brother that letter on May 9, 2008, in the hopes of bringing reconciliation between them and our family. That letter was written almost exactly one year before my niece was kicked out of her home. God knew she was going through some tough times and He wanted to send help. When the desired results did not come from that letter God allowed me to find her on Facebook. It is no coincidence that she was the only name that came up in the search this time.

About a week after I started talking with my niece I was walking my dogs and talking to God. I asked Him why I felt such a strong connection with her. He revealed to me that I had connected to her emotionally through my inner little girl. My inner child had experienced the loss of a father first through alcoholism and then through a four year separation. I knew how much it hurt not to have my father emotionally plugged-in in my life to love me, listen to me, to take an interest in my life, to validate me and to help me feel safe and secure. I wanted so badly to save her from that kind of pain. When I realized the connection I told God He was right (as He always is) and I started to cry. As I was crying I walked passed a low bush, just a weed that grows in the field. It was in bloom with light pink flowers. I was already about 10 paces away when I felt like the Holy Spirit was telling me to go back and pick the pink flower. I went back and pulled a flower and continued my walk. I had been carrying a book with me because sometimes I read while I am walking. I took one of the pedals and pressed it in between the pages of the book. Then I realized this flower petal was shaped like a heart. Now I knew why God wanted me to pick that flower, it was His way of saying He loved me. A smile came across my face and I grinned from ear to ear. God had brought restoration for me and now He was doing the same for my niece. If I knew the name of this wild flower I would tell you. I am attaching a scanned image of the flower petal.

God is so good. First He has brought restoration to my own soul through my relationship with Him and now He is bringing restoration for my niece and my family. I am glad I was obedient about writing that letter to my brother. I truly believe my obedience was rewarded. Now that I have found my niece my family is complete. My heart is so full of joy; it overflows with love and thankfulness. Whatever you are going through and whatever circumstances you may be in I want to tell you never give up, never stop praying. If you have invited God into your life and Jesus into your heart He will be working on your behalf. His Word says that He works for the good of those who love him. This story is proof.

Romans 8:26-28 (The Message)

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.

God Wants To Be Included In The Big And The Small Decisions

On Friday evening, January 4th, 2008, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading through the classifieds. I decided to see if there were any Treadmill’s for sale. I had been wanting a treadmill for awhile. When my friend Terry had asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I told him money because I wanted to save up to buy myself a used treadmill. He was kind enough to oblige. I stashed his money away until the time came to buy a treadmill. I wasn’t normally looking in the paper for treadmills because I knew if I found one, I wouldn’t have enough money to buy it yet and I knew I needed someone to go look at it for me and pick it up.

This particular Friday evening I decided to look anyway. I found one new ad that was selling a treadmill. On Saturday morning, I decided to call and get some details. It was a year old, never been used, just sitting in the basement. It was a free spirit sears model. It had all sorts of features, a fan, pulse, calories, miles, up to 10/mph, up to 10% incline, cup holder and book holder. It was also a fold up type. I looked up similar models in the Sears catalogue. It looked like it would be a very nice treadmill.

They were asking $800.00 o.b.o. It was originally $1,300.00. I asked her if she would take $600.00 cash. She said if someone I know had a truck and could come and pick it up then sure. This was a good price I felt. I thought about it some more. I was still unsure as this is still a large investment for me. I also wanted to be sure I don’t buy something that won’t work very well or something I won’t use much.

I decided to pray about it. I didn’t know if the Lord would help me with this decision since it isn’t all that important. I prayed about it anyway and asked Him if he could let me know if I should go ahead with this or not and then I put those thoughts aside.

Now it was time to read the daily devotions with Justin. Justin read the scripture part from his bible and I began to read the “Daily Bread” part. This is how the devotions began for this particular Saturday morning:

I walked as fast as possible. Worked up
quite a sweat, in fact. After about a mile,
I broke into a jog and then ran as hard as
I could. Finally, after about 25 minutes, I
stopped. My heart was pounding, my shirt
was soaked, but I had gone nowhere, I had
just done miles on the treadmill.

I could not believe what I was reading. The very day I prayed about confirmation on whether I should buy this treadmill or not and there it was in black and white. I was somewhat surprised that the Lord had answered my request for help on this decision. God so often uses the devotional stories from “Our Daily Bread” to answer my questions or speak words of encouragement to me. This was the confirmation I needed.

I went ahead and made the plans. Gerry (ex-husband) had a truck and he was willing and available to pick it up the next morning. I had enough money since my GST cheque had also came in which is like unexpected cash, cash I don’t rely on. Everything fell into place very nicely; I knew it was blessed by God. They could have easily sold it before I had a chance to send Gerry over there. They could have refused to lower their price.

I am now the proud owner of a very nice treadmill. Now I can keep up my walking regime over the winter. I have placed it close to the TV and I like to walk while watching TV or reading.

God is so amazing and so good to me. He is my loving father and I am so glad I can go to Him and ask Him for help in not only my major life decisions but also in all of my decisions. I am so blessed.

If you have ever wondered if God cares about the seemingly smaller decisions in your life, He does, He absolutely does. He wants you to include Him in every part of your life, every moment of your life, big or small.

Flower’s For Valentine’s Day

A heartwarming true story of God's love!

It was a cold winter day on January 23^rd, 2004, and my non-believing husband had just moved out and left me. He broke the news to me the night before. I was not heartbroken because the years leading up to his moving out had been full of strife. He had emotionally checked out of our marriage long before he decided to physically move out. Before my husband moved out, I used to lie awake in bed and think to myself, "It is lonelier being married and being ignored day after day than it would be to actually live alone." It turns out I was right. After he had moved out and I had settled into my new life as a single mom, my life became more peaceful.

The days following my husband leaving left me feeling completely devastated. I wondered how I was going to support myself and my seven-year-old son. How was I going to earn an income and pay my bills? Being a full-time mom, out of the work force for seven years and having Agoraphobia (a severe panic disorder that has left me housebound except for the small comfort zone of about a 10 block radius around my home that I can drive) had put me at a huge disadvantage. I focused on getting the basement suite fixed up and ready to rent out as soon as possible, which would help pay my bills. My parents came into town one weekend to help. They spent over a lot of money out of their own pocket, helping me renovate the basement suite. I am truly thankful and blessed to have their help and support.

Now Valentine's Day would soon be here and I was thinking about this being my first Valentine's Day as a single mom. Even though for the past few years my husband had stopped celebrating Valentine's Day with me, just the thought of not having a valentine seemed very sad. One day I found myself standing in the Safeway grocery store, staring at the beautiful variety of fragrant, bright, colorful flowers. There was a tiny yellow rose bush that caught my eye. How cheerful and bright it looked. I wanted to buy it but I knew that I had to keep myself on a tight budget.

I had been praying and leaning on God throughout this whole process and I knew He was listening and caring for me. I have an Easter Lily plant that has been hanging in the same spot and in the same pot for the past 10 years and it has never bloomed, not at Easter or any other time. On the morning of Valentine's Day, I woke up and I noticed my Easter Lily was in full bloom, with not only one beautiful Easter Lily, but two on the end of a very long stalk. I was in awe, I didn't even see the stalk growing leading up to that; it was like it grew overnight. It wasn't until later that week that I realized how significant that moment was. I realized that God had sent me those two lilies for Valentine's Day to show me how much He loved me and that he was caring for me and hearing my every prayer. Not only that, but I believe He sent me two lilies on the end of one stalk to tell me that He will take care of my son and myself and that I should not worry because He loves me and He will meet our needs. I was filled with so much peace; it was like I could feel His loving presence all around me.

That wasn't the only message I received from God that weekend. During my morning devotional reading from "Our Daily Bread," I could not help but feel like the message that day was meant for me. It was titled, "Starting Over," and it was about a mother and her son named Justin, who was in the first grade. My son's name is Justin, he is in grade two and we are starting over. Those feelings I had before of God's loving presence, they were back now in full force as I read the devotional reading that morning.

Once I put all of the pieces together, I stared at those lilies for a very long time. I took many pictures, one is attached below. I wanted to seize that moment and keep it close to my heart forever. I felt so special and so loved. The feelings I had that day were overwhelming and still surge through me as I write this message. In the midst of my personal chaos, I am at peace. For my God is the God of comfort and peace. I know God is at work in my life. Everything that is happening in my life, God can and will use for His greater purpose. I just have to be patient and wait for the calm after the storm. Our God is an awesome God!!

Over the years I have found that God often confirms things for me by either using "The Daily Bread" devotionals or His Living Word. There have been many times now that I have been wondering or struggling with something and the very next day, there it is in black and white, my answer.