September 2009


I have had the opportunity to speak a couple of times lately about storytelling. Last Saturday, I spoke at a Ladies Day on the topic of Sharing Your Faith Story. It was so great to hear the sharing of women from all kinds of backgrounds as they told about their personal journeys. I loved it. I have come to understand that women do not talk easily or often about themselves. And so I appreciate the opportunities I have had lately to facilitate that. There are some amazing stories out there!

Yesterday, Carter and I headed into the Gravelbourg Elementary School to hear Simon Moccasin, a First Nation storyteller, share stories from his Cree heritage. We both enjoyed it. Carter got to participate in one of Simon’s stories, playing the role of a beaver. He did a great job, bowing over and over to the crowd’s applause when he was finished. So fun to watch.

Also, a few days ago a blogging aquaintance posted a Story in Ten Words or Less contest, inspired, of course, by the famous Hemmingway six-word story: Baby shoes for sale; never worn. It’s been interesting to read the different entries and to see how people try to condense a story idea into just a few words. You can check the entries out at johnshore.com if you are interested. He’s a fun read, no matter what.

In light of the above, I’ve been thinking lately about the power of the mundane. Truly, mundane-ness drives the world. The mundane is what cleans our dishes, washes our socks, and brushes our teeth. And yet, what I have heard from women lately, is that they feel like they really have nothing to share, that their lives are mundane, that other women’s stories are much more interesting than theirs. Not so! I have heard some amazing stuff lately, from women who have sometimes said that they have never shared their stories before.

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Last Sunday, September 13, 2009, my middle son, Colton, was baptized. His older brother, Tyson, was baptized a few months ago. Such a sweet mom experience, to watch the new births of my sons.

Colton, of course, is very different from his older brother. Colton is funny, sweet… a bit of a clown. He is also very close to his dad, and he asked Lyndon if he would baptize him. It was beautiful, watching a father baptize his son. Such a precious memory for both of them, and for me. Colton’s big grin after was priceless.

Colton is twelve, the same age Jesus was when he got “lost” in Jerusalem. His parents found him in the temple, busy being “about his Father’s business”. That is my prayer for you in your life, Colton. That you will be lost in the service of your Father. Welcome to the Kingdom, Son!

In July, just before we left on holidays, we said goodbye to our Little Man. He was our first foster child. We had him for three months.

Yep, it was hard to leave him. I know his family was thrilled to death that he was coming home. His mom gave me a beautiful card. I gave her a hug, kissed my Little Man, and walked back to the car. A very strange experience.

I called Social Services a couple of weeks ago to let them know we were home and ready to accept children if needed. On Thursday, while I was browsing in the huge Michael’s store in Regina, I had a cell phone call asking if we would take a little girl. Carter and I picked her up that afternoon. It is amazing to me how these kids will just take the hand of a stranger and walk away.

Social Worker: This is the lady you will be staying with.

Child: Okay.

Child: Can we have a snack?

It’s crazy. But that’s how it goes. So, I took her little hand and brought her home.

Carter calls her Thumbelina. We still pray for our Little Man all the time.

Goodbye and hello.