Simply Thriving

She climbed into the van, disappointed. “By the time my class arrived at the bake sale there was basically nothing left.” she said. “There was one muffin and two jello cups. MacKensie got the last muffin and you know I don’t like jello.” She’d been excited for the bake sale for days, so I understood why she was so sad about it. To cheer her up I suggested that we go to Tim Horton’s where she could buy a muffin instead. (This is a treat for us…big families and all that jazz. Buying goodies doesn’t happen often.) As we were chatting on our drive to Timmie’s she mentioned that she was happy that she still got to donate to the bake sale’s cause though. She wasn’t sure how much the muffin would have cost and she wanted to make a donation so she gave six dollars. Now six dollars may not be that much to you or me, but to my little girl it’s a small fortune. Again, with the big family element and without gifts of money on special occasions, she earns five dollars every two mon...

What a crazy time we live in. When Christians are fighting Christians on the morality of killing babies.   When we need to take to the streets to speak for the unborn. When, in our country, three hundred babies are killed each day. When speaking of their deaths is cause for hate and ridicule. When defending them is looked upon as heinous and anti-woman. How did we get here? Please, Lord, let us move on from this ludicrous place. Let me tell you a story: Once upon a time, my mother (my biological mother) found herself pregnant with me. She was in grade 11. Her own mother was dead. It had to have been a truly horrible, frightening time for her. Seeing no other choice, and most likely out of fear, she went to the doctor for an abortion. I am so thankful that he, a Christian who was not afraid to call abortion what it was, told her that there was a baby inside of her – not a fetus, not a lump – a baby. He said that there were many, many people who wanted to h...