Faith from the Edges

Faith and life from the perspective of me.

Archive for the tag “courage”

#Risk #AdventWord

A year and a half ago I was invited to go to a northern First Nations community to be part of a Bible Camp with On Eagles Wings. I wrote about that here, if you want to see more.

It was a risk for me to do that. I had felt disconnected from the church for a long time. I hadn’t done any work with children in over 2 years. I wondered if I would be enthusiastic enough (as one has to be leading these things), I wondered if I would have enough energy to get through the week, I wondered if the children would be open to the message from God that we were bringing with us, I wondered if God would use my gifts.

#Risk #AdventWord

That’s thing with taking a risk and putting yourself out there. You wonder and if you are me you worry. Well I didn’t need to. God took my risk and opened up my heart again. Opened it to love. Opened it to ministry. Opened it to healing. It was amazing.

I look back at that week and realize it was as if I turned a corner. Opportunities opened for me. Relationships were strengthened. New friendships were made and are still continuing. Work became possible and reconciliation happened.

What risk is God calling you to take? What new life is waiting for you just around the corner?


My Sister is a Survivor

My sister is a survivor, a survivor and not a victim. She writes about her journey away from domestic violence and living with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) on her own blog, which you should go check out. She also has a Facebook page which chronicles the more day to day to stuff of her journey. I am so proud of her. I am amazed by her and what she has overcome and what she overcomes everyday.

A while ago she brought sexual assault charges against her abuser and recently spent the day in a preliminary trial sharing her story with the court. Now we wait to hear if the judge says there is enough evidence to go to trial. This was a hard decision for her to make. Who wants to bring charges against the person you thought loved you? She did this, not only for herself, but for her daughters and her son, her nieces and nephews, for all the other women out there who have suffered  and are suffering similarly and so that other women won’t have to suffer in this way. She is my hero. She is a survivor.

On Friday, I will be rising in my living room, in my kitchen, in my study, on Facebook and on Twitter to take a stand against domestic and sexual violence wherever it happens. I will be rising for those who are still suffering, I will be rising as an ally, I will be rising for the survivors and most especially I will be rising in gratitude for my sister the survivor and for her strength.

Will you join me, my sister, the dear one and the one billion rising as we rise for justice? Will you break the chain of sexual violence? Will you dance?

Words and their power

At the beginning of this year a friend sent me a link to a blog site that deals with creativity and in particular in choosing words to help guide your year. This thought intrigued me and I begin to ponder what words I might choose for the year.

I love words. I love how they sound in our mouths. I am aware of  the power they have to both hurt and to heal. I love putting ideas into words and sharing those with others. It has been words, writing and speaking them, that have gotten me through much of the last three years. Words are how I express my feelings and concerns.

Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook will know that I usually comment a lot on others statuses and that it is a rare day that goes by that I don’t write one of my own. It is my way of saying I am here, I matter and what others are saying about me, about the dear one, about our family just don’t matter. I use words to strengthen the positive in my life when I am surrounded by so much that is negative.

I think this is one of the reasons why I am an Anglican. We like words those of us Christians that are Anglicans. We have prayer books that are full of words. Common words that we share when we pray and sing. Words that connect us, words that challenge us, words that strengthen us. I don’t know an active Anglican who when they hear the words The Lord be with you  doesn’t answer with And also with you. Words that gather us, forgive us, feed us and then send us on our way.

So now back to my words for this year. They are courage, joy, and voice. Those words have been a big part of why I started this blog.

Courage to share my story. Courage to name the grief that I have been living with. Courage to reach out to my friends and family for support.

I am looking for joy. Not big joy. Little joy. The joy of a warm spring day. The joy of a good sleep. The joy of sharing a moment of laughter with a friend.

I have needed to remember my voice. That I can speak, write and share my voice with others. That my voice matters. That I have ideas to share with others. I am taking back my voice.

Words are amazing. They help us to communicate. They give me courage and joy and voice as I live out my life of faith at the edges.

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