Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “story”
On January 18, 2015, I had the privilege of speaking to our local congregation at Heritage Mountain Community Church in Port Moody, BC. We are currently going through a series on meeting God in the various seasons of our souls. I shared my story as part of meeting God in the Winter. Although it was not video or audio recorded, I wanted to share the written version here.
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As I write this, I’m 37 weeks along with my second child. There have been similarities between the two pregnancies, but also differences. I thought it would be fun to do a little comparison post here, in case anyone is interested, but also for the sake of my second kid who’s barely gotten any “airtime,” unlike big sister who got a gazillion blog posts while she was in the womb. Hah.
[“Courage Is” is a guest post series of readers sharing their personal stories of courage and what it means to live courageously. This is Laura W.‘s story.]
I’ve struggled with body image issues and being significantly overweight since about grade 4. When classmates started to notice (and care) that I was heavy, I started to get made fun of for it. Kids can be mean. They said things no one should have to hear, and even wrote things on bathroom walls for me to find during breaks between high school classes.
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This year we are starting a new guest post series about courage. What is courage? What does it look like? What does it feel like? How does one live with courage? Starting today and all throughout this year, we are collecting stories about courage from you, our readers. Olive and I will share a few stories of our own as well.
About a year ago, Tim, his sister, her husband, and I hatched a plan to purchase a house together and share the space. It seemed crazy and a bit far-fetched at the time – and it still does when we tell people we share a house. But there were also so many reasons why we thought it was a good idea. So we launched into the great unknown armed with a hard-working realtor, some childlike prayers of faith and a “we’ll see how it goes” kind of attitude. This is the story of how we got our house.
When people see my simple wedding band, some of them wonder where my diamond solitaire engagement ring is. Well, I never got one. Instead, I got a goat. Strange, you say? Well, let me tell you the story.
Being the idealist that I am, before I had Alena, I imagined our feeding times to be like this: myself as a gentle, nurturing mother looking affectionately at the sweet babe suckling at my breast as we nestled together in the rocking chair. A week after we brought her home, that picture could not be farther from reality. Well, everything except for the rocking chair. It was 6am in the morning, she was thrashing about and crying, I was hysterical and crying, and milk was everywhere but in her tummy.
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