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Sunday, 1 February 2015

Micah's Birth Story



Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.
~ Ecclesiastes 11:5

This post comes a little late. I've been a little busy lately. That's because we joyfully welcomed our new little man, Micah Henry, on November 26th, at 9:13 am. It was a grey day. Cold, a bit overcast, like mother nature was just thinking about transitioning to Winter. I had no idea that my day would be brightened by the arrival of our beautiful baby boy. I think all birth stories are remarkable, even if there is nothing quite noteworthy or remarkable about them. Bringing new life into the world is simply amazing. I am amazed by what our bodies can do and how a child is woven together in it's mother's womb. There isn't much really to tell for Micah's birth story. But, I'm sharing it with you because maybe you find each story of birth remarkable too, and so that I can hold on to the memory of it myself. Here it is:

Tuesday, the 25th, was a typical day for me. I had not begun my maternity leave yet because I was not due for another 9 days. How blessed we are here, in Canada, to be able to take a year off for maternity leave with benefits. So, I went to work, to teach my grade 6 class at MRES and I had no idea that I would not be returning to work the next day. My family, midwife, and many others had suggested to me, that I take some time off to rest before the birth. And, I planned on doing that too, but I thought, I would finish up the work week by making Friday my last day. After all, I was 38 weeks, I wasn't due until December 5th, I felt fine, and I had a lot of classroom clean up to do before I left. So, Friday was the day I planned on saying good-bye to my students. And, the custodians and my husband planned on helping me clean up my classroom on Friday after school. But, God's plan was different than my plan.

"I know the plans I have for you." says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for
 disaster, to give you future and a hope." 
~ Jeremiah 29:11

God was in control. Having Micah just a little early, in the end, it was so good. At the time I might have felt that I was not ready. But, I know now, more than ever, that His plan was for me to be done work early, and to take care of my children. It feels so good to be home with my children.

We had our maternity photo session the weekend before, I was 38 weeks along, and I'm glad we did. Otherwise, we would not have had those wonderful photos taken. We went to the library, one of Isaac's and my favourite places to go. I will forever treasure those photos taken of our family of three, about to be four. Looking back on those photos now, I could tell that my swollen womb looked low. The baby had dropped into position. At the time, I didn't feel any different. I went to work on Monday, and one of the Educational Assistant's said to me, "You've dropped." My reaction, was "What? Doesn't that mean, the baby is coming soon?" I thought, looks can be deceiving. I'm not due for another 11 days, perhaps it was what I was wearing. Sure enough, two days later, and we had our baby.

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography


Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Photography by Heather Dietz Photography
So, I went to bed Tuesday night, totally unaware that I would be going into labour that very night, rather planning on going, with hope, to one of my last mid-wife appointments in the morning and then to work at noon. At 2 a.m. I woke up. Nothing unusual when you are 9 months pregnant. I had slight cramping sensation but just figured I needed to roll over. I did, the cramps went away and I tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. Sleep was all I wanted. But, 10 minutes later the same slight cramping came back. Something was different about it. It did not feel like a tightening of the womb like a Braxton Hicks contraction feels. It was just a slightly lower abdominal sensation and it was not painful. I was now aware that I was in labour, but I had thoughts creeping in hoping this was not it yet. I wasn't ready.

Every 10 minutes the same sensation occurred. After about an hour of this, tossing and turning, I decided to let Tim know I was in labour. Part of me was excited, but part of me was saying "Wait, please, little one. Just a few more days." I worried that my house was not perfectly clean, I did not get that last weekend as a family of three in, I felt that my supply teacher plans were not in depth enough, my classroom would not be emptied of my books and belongings, and I didn't get the chance to say good-bye to my students. Anxiety and the fear of not feeling fully prepared was overwhelming me. I prayed to lay my worries on my Heavenly Father and asked for a smooth and safe labour and delivery. Right away, I was given assurance that all will be well. This child does not need to arrive to a home in perfect order, but to a family that is ready to love and adore him or her. That is all.

This same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from His glorious riches, 
which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.
~ Philippians 4:19

Our plan was to have this little boy or girl at home. Isaac was born at home, and I absolutely loved my birth experience with him. So long as my pregnancy remained healthy, I knew that another home birth is what I wanted.

I decided to make the call to my mid-wife around 4 a.m. At this point, I did not know how long this could go on for, but I knew it was labour and I definitely would not be returning to work. With Isaac I was in labour for 9 hours. So, I anticipated it to be a little shorter this time, but the self conscious part of you says this could go on til past noon or longer. I let her know that I believed I was in early labour and that contractions were 8 to 10 minutes apart. She encouraged me so much over the phone, by saying "Yes, this sounds like you are progressing well. This is it, you can do this." She let me know that she would be ready to come as soon as I make my next call to her, that I should rest as much as possible for now. I couldn't sleep, for I was giddy. So, I went to the computer to write a supply teacher plan for the afternoon as I had anticipated being at work that afternoon. I emailed it off to my supply teacher. I got a drink of water anticipating how hydrated I would need to be later. And, laid back down trying to rest.

Those thoughts of not being prepared did not stay away. But, I tried to remain at ease with my eyes on the prize - a new son or daughter soon! At 5:30 a.m. I made the call to my principal to let her know that I would not make it in to work that afternoon, or at all for the remainder of the year. She was surprised but gave me her best wishes and assured me that she would take care of my supply teacher for the day. This, too, gave me some relief. She also assured me that she would take care of contacting Human Resources for me. At this time, my husband, Tim would be getting ready to go to work for the day. And, I suggested that he go ahead to milk the cows. I will be fine until he comes home for breakfast at around 9 a.m. Little did I know, I would need him back sooner than that. I texted my mom to let her know "This is the day" and her excited reply of "Wonderful! Are your pains far apart?" helped me feel more ready and at ease as well.

Shortly after Tim left around 6 a.m. I laid back down and tried to rest. At this point contractions were more often, between 5 to 8 minutes and becoming a little more uncomfortable. I was starting to think I should call the midwife back. I heard Isaac was awake and I was really hoping he would sleep longer. I went to get him to encourage him to go back to sleep by bringing him to bed with me. This was working, until I had a slightly more intense contraction and had to purse my lips through it. Isaac, in his half asleep state, knew I wasn't feeling well and woke up. It was 6:30 a.m., still dark outside, and that last contraction convinced me that I should call the mid-wife back. I made the call to her and she suggested I get in the tub to relax my body. I texted Tim too, to come home earlier if he could as Isaac was awake and more than I could handle right at the moment. He hadn't been to work for more than half an hour. Isaac, in his innocent and sweet way, knew that mommy wasn't feeling well and was by my side. It was an early start for him too, so he was a little clingy. He wanted carried downstairs to get breakfast and carrying him brought on a "wow" contraction right away. Good thing I made those calls.

I decided that Isaac could watch a little Thomas the Train (his favourite thing ever!) on Netflix, and gave him a banana to eat in the living room while I was in the bath. This would just have to do until Tim got home. But, being tired himself, he just wanted to be by my side. And, Tim did not get home until almost 8 a.m. When Tim arrived he saw Isaac was by my side clutching his "blankie" while I was in the tub. What a sweet boy. Tim got Isaac a better breakfast, called his mom to pick Isaac up for the day and packed his backpack for his day away with Grandma Cook.

The mid-wife arrived shortly after that. Right away the mid-wife and nurse, second birthing attendant begin their work of monitoring your blood pressure, babies heart rate, warming towels, boiling water, and setting up the necessary precautions in your room of choice to deliver. They make sure you have everything you need and they make your home environment seem a little more like a hospital environment. It feels like home, and you have the security in knowing they have made it a safe place to bring babies into the world. They are such incredible women. My mid-wife was there when Isaac was born at home too. She was there throughout my entire pregnancy, providing excellent care, and she would know well enough in advance if it was necessary to go to the hospital. In my case, I was so happy to be able to deliver another healthy child safely at home.

I was in the bath when they arrived and got out briefly for my mid-wife to check my dilation. I was already at 7 cm. I was amazed at how far along I was already. Time goes by so fast when you are in labour (for me). Contractions were 2 to 3 minutes apart and I went back in the tub. The second birthing attendant poured water over my side and said "You'll let us know when you're ready to push right, Sonya?" I did not think I was near pushing time yet, as I seemed to have one hard contraction followed by lighter ones. Tim's mom came by to pick up Isaac at about 9:00 so I said my good-byes to my boy. It wasn't 5 minutes before he was out the door that I had a hard pushing contraction. I felt my water break and I needed to be moved from the tub to the bed. With the help of Tim, and the nurse, I made my way to the bed. The mid-wife checked me again, and sure enough, babies head was right there. I laid on my side with Tim rubbing my back and with two more quick pushes, he was born. I am so amazed by what our bodies can do. It happened so fast. He took a breath of air and let out his first cry, what a relief it is to hear that sound. It says, you have a healthy child and your hard work is done. It was 9:13 am. The mid-wife gave Tim the chance to announce what we had. "Another beautiful boy" he said. And, I was shocked. They moved him to my chest and I was looking into the face of a bright-eyed sweetie. I looked him over head to toe and marveled at this perfect little gift. What a beauty.

He was weighed at 6 lbs 13 oz and handed back over to me to try nursing right away and like a pro he latched on instantly. I had a bite to eat, and a drink, prepared for me by the nurse. And, after feeling ready to get up and move, I went to the tub to soak in the healing herbal bath (see the recipe below). My baby joining me. How wide-eyed and alert they look in the tub.



After bathing, he was dressed in his first clothing, a cute little blue sleeper, and promptly drifted off to sleep. We made a few phone calls to family and friends. When we called Grandma Cook, and she let Isaac know that he had a baby brother, we were told his words were "baby brother, love you." How sweet is that?! I'm sure that Isaac knew all along what was going on and that he knew he would have a baby when he returned home that night. We didn't have a name chosen right away.

Our mid-wife team did some more monitoring of my blood pressure, heart rate, temperature and all the lovely necessaries for Micah as well, Everything was in working order and the mid-wife team left us to our own devices. Having done this before, we definitely felt more at ease with being left on own. But, with Isaac gone for the day, we had yet to figure out what parenting two children would be like. We spent the day resting in bed treasuring our new little one's cuddles and feeding time. We welcomed a few visitors and debated name options. Finally we agreed upon Micah Henry.

Isaac came home that evening and was a very adoring big brother from the start. I was so happy to see him and squeeze his little - but not so little now compared to his baby brother's - body. I think he always knew that something was up. Our day did not start out as a typical day. He went to grandma Cook's for the day instead of daycare and he knew that he would be coming home to a new baby. He is still such a loving and caring big brother. He loves to kiss and cuddle Micah and always asks "I hold Micah on the couch?" It's a busy time of our lives, with a two year old and a newborn. I'm learning every day how to juggle having two. I'm still cherishing those late night feedings, because I know they won't last. I'm enjoying this time and my boys so much.

The after birth care with a mid-wife team is absolutely the best. It makes caring for a newborn so much easier. The mid-wife continues to do home visits with you every day (or every other day if all is going well) for a week. They, then continue to visit once a week for 3 weeks. At 6 weeks, you have your last visit with them in their clinic. From that point on care is transferred over to your family doc. What a blessing it is to not have to bundle up your little one(s) and travel to the clinic yourself for check-ups. It is absolutely one of my favourite parts of having a mid-wife.

There is such amazingly beautiful growth and development that happens in the womb. But, it is incredible to watch the growth that takes place when they have left the safety of your womb to be a part of this crazy world. Obviously inside their mother is (supposed to be) the safest place for a child the size of an olive to be. Some children are born much earlier, but there is a reason we are meant to be in our mother's womb for 9 months. It happens every day, every minute, every second even, babies being born. But, it is a miracle of life. There is nothing quite like witnessing the birth of a child, and watching your children grow up. You don't know how much you are capable of loving until you love your children. And, the love we experience here on earth is miniscule compared to the love our Heavenly Father has for us. It is through loving my own children, that I have been given just a glimpse of how deep the Father's love is for us - "how vast beyond all measure."

Nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is
 revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~ Romans 8:39

We have had 10 special weeks with our new addition, Micah. He's grown so much already, over double in size already. I am getting the hang of mothering two littles now and Tim is a great dad. It's crazy in our house at times. My world has slowed way down yet sped way up at the same time. If it weren't for a few of my friends planning playdates and my Coffee Break Bible study group, I'm sure there would be some weeks where we did not get out of the house. It's magic watching Isaac and Micah grow up together. So far they are BFFs. Let's hope it stays that way.


Photography by Heather Dietz Photography

Think of the worth of this eternal gift, [hope]. 'Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.' 
~ 1 Corinthians 2:9

"Surrounded by those we love, we will know the meaning of ultimate joy as we progress in knowledge and in happiness. No matter how bleak the chapter of our lives may look today, because of the life and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, we may hope and be assured that the ending of the book of our lives will exceed our grandest expectations." ~ The Inifinite Power of Hope by Deiter F. Uchtdorf


Mike and Ike on Christmas Day

Trying to catch some Vitamin D on a sunny Winter day.

Herbal Bath for After Birth by Wellness Mama

Ingredients
  • ¼ cup Comfrey Leaf
  • ½ cup Lavender Flowers
  • ¼ cup Plantain Leaf
  • ½ cup Red Raspberry Leaf
  • ¼ cup Yarrow Flower
  • ¼ cup Calendula Flowers
  • ¼ cup Shepherd's Purse
  • ¼ cup Uva Ursi Leaf
  • ¼ cup Sea Salt or Epsom Salt
Instructions
  1. Mix herbs in a glass container or plastic bag. I used a half gallon mason jar. The proportions don't have to be exact. Store for up to a year in a cool, dark, place.








Tuesday, 8 October 2013

The Hurried Life

Sometimes the slowest way is the fastest way to joy (from Ann Voskamp, aholyexperience.com)

Today, our neighbor’s clothesline is hung with a long row of clean wash flapping in the breeze. It must be bed sheet day because the line the length of the large lawn is lined with crisp white linens and I reflect on how a load of laundry can change from one phase of life to another. In days left behind, hers would have included her husband's clothing, work pants, shirts and socks. His presence on the clothesline is missing now as he has passed away. But life and laundry must go on. Our own clothesline has changed in the past year as well with the addition of baby items, diapers, onesies and PJs. The amount of laundry we do in this house now has increased exponentially.

I recall driving through the Mennonite countryside and admiring the long washlines that extend far beyond twice the size of ours. The clothing neatly pinned almost categorically. You can see the generations that must live life out in their home based on the clothes on their line. There is something quite idyllic about it. The homes are surrounded by rural trademarks, a well manicured vegetable garden, a sign that reads "Slow Down, Children at Play," the farmers working the land, the century cedar fencelines. The Mennonite lifestyle is something to be admired. There is immense wisdom in going through life in the slow lane.



It is believed that the typical  Mennonite farmer produces a greater harvest while consuming less energy than his non-Mennonite neighbours. The Mennonite lifestyle has been centered upon agriculture for centuries. Furthermore, life on the Mennonite farm coincides with faith and religious traditions. To the Mennonite, going at a slower pace, toiling with the soil, raising livestock, and growing their own food is seen as following God's will. Communing with nature is communing with God. To the Mennonite, farming is not merely a job but a sacred lifestyle dictated by the Scriptures. The rigours of farming has traditionally been seen as a way of ingraining these important values within the community.

If we stop living like life is an emergency and embrace the small gifts each day, we may find that time slows down. Nowhere in God's word does it say to live a hurried life. So many people today, myself included, get caught up in the desire to want more and not be content in the moment. For the moment, look at what you have and be thankful. Saying with assurance that you are happy with what you have here and now is a wise way to spend your time. Or, look at the grunge of everyday life and accept it for what it is: life. No life is perfect.

Yes, time flies. I find it does even more so now that I'm a mom. But, life is not about getting it all right. Life is messy, dizzy, burdensome, deadline-full, and can make you soul-weary. We are not fully equipped to handle what life brings us sometimes. Give in to it, receive it, and accept it with grace for the Joy of Christ you are. And, give in to Jesus, who offers peace. Peace that surpasses all understanding (Philippians 4:7).

And, sometimes the slowest way is the fastest way to JOY (from Ann Voskamp, aholyexperience.com)

Love:
Sonya

Gifts

60. New socks

61. Well worn comfy jeans

62. Pumpkin pie latte (o how I've missed you)

63. Things that are cleverly and intentionally packaged. I was pleasantly surprised when I opened my extra large box of Orange Pekoe Tea, that the bags are wrapped in packages of 20 or so tea bags. Now, some of you may say this is wasteful. But, I think it is quite the happy medium. Wasteful would be individually packaged. Because, tea loses some of it's aroma and flavour when exposed to the air out there it must be kept sealed to stay fresh. If you are an avid tea drinker, you know this. It would not stay fresh if it was kept loose in the cardboard box. So, for this packaging, I am grateful.

64. Souvenirs. Snowglobes, rocks and shells from provinces away were just given to Isaac from his Grandma and Grandpa Cook.

65. Warm apple crisp with vanilla ice cream.

66. A new box of crayons. They're just nostalgic for me.

67. "Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch. Reading it together with my husband for Isaac before bed, we both found ourselves welling up with tears.

68. Jesus told us “in this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33. Jesus is our peace, hope, strength and rest from all that clamours in this world.

69. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28

70. Waking up and realizing it's not Monday, but Sunday. Wow, I was disoriented on Sunday morning thinking it was Monday and I had to get ready for work. But, oh how thankful I was when I realized it was Sunday, and I could lay in bed just a little bit longer.

71. The smell of a wood burning fire.

72. A free concert - The Trews at Pumpkinfest in Port Elgin this past weekend.

73. Going to a pumpkin patch and each picking our own pumpkin.

74. Awesome = Apple picking. Awkward = Realizing that the Honey Crisp ones on sale that you wanted were not available for picking. 10 lbs were on sale for $19. So, I start filling up my reusable bag from the pre-picked bin. Then, I realize, I don't know how much will make 10 lbs. So, I ask if there are already filled 10 lb bags somewhere. They proceed to show me the pre-filled bags right in front of my nose. It gets better. So, I proceed to empty my reusable bag. And, the salesperson promptly yells at me "No no, let me do it for you, gently." Apparently apples are to be handled like eggs. Haha. Oh well, it makes for a funny story.

75. The smell of Fall.

76. Child free grocery shopping.

77. Tea parties with real loose leaf tea, real scones, real homemade jam, and real china.

78. Baked Alaska. White cake is topped with ice cream and meringue, then quickly baked in a hot oven for this delightful dessert. 

79. Getting a hair cut.

In the meantime, in between time, God bless and keep you!

In Him,
Sonya



Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Standing in the need of prayer




We use them all the time. Those three words - "How are you?"

But rarely are we asking how are you really feeling? How is your soul today?

How often do we get asked "How are you?" in one day?
And how often do we give the generic "I'm good. And you?" response? Because, if people only knew what was going on behind our words, maybe they would stop asking "How are you?"

I want to be honest here. Because, I want those who read this blog not to see me as a person with it all together. Trust me, I do not have it all together. I have a lot to figure out. I am a person who is wounded and broken, and not willing to wait on God's will most of the time, and I put on the apathetic smile all the time, and I am impatient, and I get out of sorts when there is not order, I say words that cut and blame it on hormones when I have only myself to blame, I compare myself to others, and my sin-bio is desperately long. And, I need God like I need bread because His grace is sufficient to heal these ailments.

So, I've started to really listen to people when I ask them "How are you?" I listen not just for their voice, but for God's voice underneath their voice. Even if they respond with the generic "Good. And you?" I want to be a soul friend and know the condition of their heart. And, I want you to do the same for me. So, when I ask "How are you?" I am listening to you with an ear towards you and with the other ear towards Heaven. And, if you really are doing good, I will know. But, if you need prayer, the Spirit will intercede and tell me what it is that needs prayed for. And, I will do my best to pray for your brokenness too. And, if you do tell me your struggles and challenges, that's the Spirit telling you that I will listen, that I will not interrupt, and I will not judge. That's the Spirit telling you that your words are safe with me. You can open up.

I will
just
listen.

You see, God never asks us to be strong. Which I love - but this culture does not. In this culture you have to look strong and not show emotion.

Actually, God says the opposite often. He says it is better to be meek and mild and show weakness. For, He says His power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore we should boast our weaknesses and not our strengths (2 Corinthians 12:9).

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. ~ Isaiah 40:28-31

When we feel like we don't have it together, when we are tired of waiting. When we feel downtrodden and broken, and know we are not perfect, God wants to see our real face, not our apathetic face. He would rather us not worship Him at all than be apathetic in our worship. He would rather us be angry with Him than put on a facade. And, I'm glad God understands when we are angry with Him, or whomever. I'm glad that anger and worship are not distinct and separate things. If you are pretending to enjoy God or even love Him, he knows. You can't fool Him, you can't even try. He is someone you can be real with. He knows your prayers before you say them, He knows your prayers even when you do not. I am thankful that He is someone you can be real with. So, I'm praying that God will use me to be a soul friend and show me what you stand in need of so that I may intercede in prayer for you. And, I'm asking God to make me fully present when you answer that question: "How are you?" And, I pray you'll do so too.


Questions for reflection:

Why is it sometimes difficult to be 'real' in each of our daily interactions? 

How will God meet you in some of the people you interact with? How might others meet God in their interactions with you?

As the old hymn says: "Not my brother or my sister, but it's me O Lord. Standing in the need of prayer." Reflect on what you stand in need of. How might you bring these needs up when asked "How are you?"?

The One Thousand Gifts Dare - What's been making me terribly happy lately:

23. Hot oatmeal to stick to your ribs and warm your core on a howling-wind morning.
24. Celebrating four incredible years as husband and wife.
25. Making baby food. Isaac is starting on solids. So far I've made and frozen some pureed sweet potato, butternut squash, acorn squash, pear, avocado, and chicken mixed with sweet potato. And, so far he's tried the squash and nibbled (gummed) on some al dente finger carrots and apple. Apparently he will eat whatever we put in front of him. It is too funny to watch him explore new tastes and textures.
26. Big belly laughs from Isaac when he hears me say "ha ha ha CHOO." or "peek peek peek HABOO."
27. Tiny fingers that have the strongest hold. I will never get tired of the automatic grip reflex that babies have. Can I somehow teach him not to let his clinging fingers fade away?
28. Women of faith and studying 12 Women of The Bible, plus partaking in coffee with these women. Each woman in our Bible study offers insights and perspectives that feed my mind and spirit. Plus there is always goodies to feed the body too.
29. PB and J. I shared a children's message at church recently about how you can't make the sandwich without the bread. Just like we can't live without Jesus in our lives. And Jesus called Himself the Bread of Life. Now, whenever I make a PB and J sandwich in this time of lent, it reminds me that Jesus is the bread of life. His love is enough.
30. This cute recipe for Chocolate Egg Nest Cookies.
31. My Heavenly Father and His Son, my Saviour. Praise His name forever!
32. Old camp tunes. Back in the good ole days when I worked at summer camp we sang songs like "Little is Much (When He Lives in Your Heart)" and "I Want to Walk Like Jesus." I've been looking for new songs to sing with Isaac as the grown up in me grows tired of some of the same old tunes all the time. And, I've been reacquainted with some great ones from my camp days.
33. Back rolls, knee rolls, elbow rolls. My little guy, Isaac, has rolls on his rolls. I love his baby chub.
34. This picture makes me smile every time.

Just a wee bit Irish! (His shirt says "Little Shamrocker" ~ How cute is that?)


Thursday, 14 March 2013

Four Years and Counting

Heather Dietz Photography
'TGS' - That's what it says on the inside of our wedding bands (Tim - God - Sonya).
It was a beautiful day. We were sealed together, forever.
We promised that we'd love and serve each other and that we would put Christ at the center.
We have worked hard at making our marriage strong, happy, united, passionate, forgiving and the outcome has been better than I could have ever imagined.

Tim and I have grown closer together. In many ways, we are different. But, what we value most is the same.
Heather Dietz Photography

Heather Dietz Photography
Heather Dietz Photography

Heather Dietz Photography
Daniel Holm Photography
Lou Lou West Photography

Heather Dietz Photography
Looking back through our wedding album I came across some advice offered by our family and friends. Here are just a few of the inspirations we've applied to keep our marriage strong.

- Have fun just being together.
- Never get too old to hold hands.
- Don't expect to have everything right at the start.
- Marry a hard worker and a good provider.
- Learn to bend and not break.
- Make faith, hope, trust, and love the cornerstones of your marriage.
- Give each other plenty of space to grow.
- Dates don't have to be dinner and a movie - window shopping and ice cream, go to the park or zoo together, cuddle up by a fountain or a big tree
- First make a commitment to the Lord, then to each other.
- Curl up on the couch and look at wedding pictures together.
- Learn to love and appreciate the good in each other.
- Spend quality time together every day - even if it's just a few minutes.
- Keep your love, your health, and your faith in God strong.
- Love always take maintenance - kindness is a big part of that!
- You've got to have love, and you've got to know God.
- Life isn't always sunshine, learn to survive the storms.
- Share common goals
- Cook together, have PJ days together.
Heather Dietz Photography

Heather Dietz Photography

Heather Dietz Photography

The last four years have been the best of my life. And, Lord willing, we will make the next years even better.

I love you, Tim, and thank you for loving me back.


Come dear lover - let's tramp through the countryside. Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. 
~ Song of Songs 7:11-12 MSG




Thursday, 24 January 2013

If I Could Keep you Little

Dear Isaac;

I can feel your breath on my skin, your head nestled in the bend of my elbow, and your cute bum tucked in my right hand. Your legs, all cozy in your blue and white striped footy PJ's, and they're draped over my lap. When did you ever get so big? Slow down a bit, pretty please. ~ xxoo Mommy

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Some of you will think this is crazy and some of you will find this normal. But, I was parted from him for the first time the other day. It felt so strange to be more than 100 feet away from him when he has gone everywhere I have gone in the last 4 months. I felt this tug to get back as soon as I could. Fearing that he needed me or would have separation anxiety. It's nice to feel needed. Meanwhile, I knew that he was surrounded by love. I whizzed through my errands as fast as I could. For, I was the one with separation anxiety. And he was once within me, my flesh and blood. And, since entering this crazy broken world, the distance between us has never been more than half a football field away. I recalled reading about a Mbuti Pygmy tribe and their custom for mother and newborn. It is not until the third day after the birth of her child that mother and babe leave their womb shaped leaf hut. During those three days she rocks and sings to her baby as she did while he was still in her womb. She might sit close to the doorway so he can slowly adjust to the bright light of his new world. And, I think on the adjustment it was for me to move him to his own room. And, I wonder how we will handle it when I go back to work, or when he steps on the school bus for the first time, when he gets his drivers license, and when he goes off to university. I know all of these experiences will be hard, but as he grows, he is going to need to find his own way. He can know, though, that his parents will always be there for him. We will never be far away.

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It's a tumultuous world we live in where the weakest don't have a voice and the hunger for wealth seems to trump all else. And, this new mama is trying hard not to worry but to trust and to be content in every circumstance. How now do I live for God when I'm now living for my son and family? I think on the story of the Isaac of the Bible. Isaac was the promised son to Abraham and Sarah in their old age. His name means laughter. God commanded Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. And, Abraham, trusted so much in the Lord that he was about to give Isaac as a sacrifice knowing that God would really never ask that of him. And right at the last moment, a ram was provided to take Isaac's place as the sacrifice. And I'm sure I couldn't do what Abraham did, especially if I had a hard time leaving him for 15 minutes. I would tell God "No, sorry God, but I don't have the strength to. I would give anything, everything I own, my air, but not that." And, in doing so, I'd be saying "God, You're not worth it. You are not number one in my life. My family takes priority over you."

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I want to make my God the first priority in my life. But, now that I'm a mama I can see God falling by the wayside. Instead of saying "It's all about Him" now, I find myself saying "It's all about the other him in my life, my son." I have two lights of my life and I struggle to give priority to the great I Am. And, the God who knows my inmost, knows me by name, knows the number of hairs on my head, has slipped even farther down the priority list. How do I reverse this? How do I pay special attention to following Christ while being a mother? So,I  pray for my son just as much as I do for myself. That I may love You, God, first and then my family. Because, that way I can only love them more. Because God is love and you cannot experience the fullness of love if you have not loved God. I pray that all my actions and words no matter how menial may be a reflection of that love. That in the grunge and grime of every day I may be thankful because my family is clothed and fed and warm and sheltered and loved. That even the most mundane of tasks can be done with my heart trained on God.

"If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him!" Matthew 7:11 

"Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men." Colossians 3:23

And, that revelation gets me through. I know that loving God first is a powerful witness to not only my son, but to those around me.

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And, when I can't be by my son's side, I pray that You, God, may wrap your loving arms around him, that he may have the peace of Christ with him and come to know the love of his Heavenly Father. That he may feel grounded in faith that it brings him home even when he is not home. And, this is my prayer for all children. That they may feel surrounded by love, a love that takes them home, even if they don't have a home.

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Yes, Jesus "Wubs" Me and We "Wubs" him too!

Isaac 3 1/2 months - hanging out with Dad at lunch time

Isaac 3 1/2 months - does not usually like tummy time but is getting there!

This book really spoke to my heart. "If I could keep you little I'd keep you close to me, but then I'd miss you growing into who you're meant to be."

Just when I think that I'm getting my groove thang down - I learn something new. Some of the best advice I've received - Babies change so fast, so hold on to them a little longer and forget about your messy house!

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Best Year

The beauty of Spring buds and blooms remind us of God's grace
We see the miracle of life
Exciting news for our family! We expected our first child

We took a break from Winter and went to Roatan

The beautiful resort
Tim tries out zip-lining
Spending time in devotions
We set up a nursary
Lifting Holy Hands to praise and worship our God
All Ontario Youth Convention and the Brett Younker Band
We get new wheels
Spring and 25 weeks!
Good Times with Good Friends
Our Friends - Joanne and Robby get married
Beautiful days on the Farm
My garden growing well despite the lack of rain

My Bestie and I at a Wedding
Lovely June day. After a dry period, we get some rain.
Amazing June sunrises remind us of God's mercies new every morning
Weekend Camping in Berkeley - All 19 adults and 15 kids (+2 on the way)

Tim turns 30

We do some exploring by kayak

Garden Blessings
Feeling little kicks at 38 weeks pregnant
My girlfriends out for a weekend getaway to Niagara Falls
These ladies always have a blast together
Good times in Summer - walking in Stratford and going to see many plays

Attending to the coming one - Taken on the baby's due date

We welcome our first child

We welcome our son, born at home, Sept. 23rd

Sweet moments captured when Isaac was just new

Life is so precious

Matron of Honour for my Bestie, Jamie's, wedding. Isaac is 2 weeks old.

Heather Dietz Photography captured tender moments with Isaac at 2 weeks

Our beautiful baby boy, Isaac, at 2 weeks old. Heather Dietz Photography

Sweet cuddles, Heather Dietz Photography
Tim becomes a father - and a very good one! We enjoy having him in for breakfast every day!

Late nights with my little man

My amazing girlfriends know how to put together a baby shower! Isaac is blessed to have such loving people in his life


Isaac's baptism day

Baby's first Christmas!

 What an incredible year it has been. God has blessed us in so many ways. We can't wait to see what 2013 has in store. God is good - all the time.

Glory to God in the highest. Luke 2:14














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