Modesty and the Attitudes of Your Heart

January 30th, 2012

I was surfing the Internet today, watching some music videos on youtube and reading some webpages when I stumbled across a forum regarding Carrie Underwood’s Christian profession.  A few posters were raising concerns about some seriously questionable outfits Underwood had worn, and how that reflected on her as one who claims to be a Christian.  In response, some other posters who called themselves born-again Christians were defending her style of dress, claiming that it doesn’t matter how a Christian dresses.   You can be a Christian and still wear “short shorts.”

I couldn’t disagree more with the stance these posters were taking.  How a Christian dresses is very important, particularly a Christian woman.  Why?  Because your outward appearance is a reflection of your heart attitudes.

What does a seductive outfit say about you?  That you want men to lust after you.  On the flip side, what message does a modest outfit send?  That you are concerned about purity and holiness, both before God and men.

I’ve seen a lot of girls become defensive when the topic of modesty was raised.  Objections come thick and fast:  “Guys won’t notice me!” “Everyone else is doing it!” — and the clincher — “It’s their problem, not mine.” (For more reasons why women avoid dressing modestly, click here).

That speaks volumes.  This is not the heart of a godly, mature, Christian young woman.  A woman who spouts off such objections isn’t concerned about her brothers in Christ struggling with sin, or about living in holiness, or about seeking after the heart of God in this area of her life.  She is only concerned about herself, her social standing, her ability to attract male attention, etc.

As Christian women, we need to be distinguishable from the world.  We need to have a godly vision.  We need to live for something more meaningful than that second glance from Joe, Billy, and Sam.  We need to be holy women of God: upholding purity, fighting sin and temptation, promoting faithfulness on the part of Christian men to their wives and young men to their future wives.

I know what some of you reading this post –particularly single young ladies — are thinking: that this pie-in-the-sky vision is great, but not in touch with the real world.  Immodest clothing is a “necessity” if a girl wants to attract a husband and fit in with her friends.

Not so, although I can relate to that kind of thinking.  During highschool and the first few years of university, I often wrestled with the question of modesty. (To be honest, I generally erred on the side of being frumpy, dressing in clothes that were too big or too short, old styles, or weird neon colours.)  I fretted about, cried over, and brooded on the issue.  I even remember a heated conversation with my parents, in which I gave voice to my frustrations regarding the apparent lack of interest shown by the young men around me.  At times I too pondered whether immodest clothing was a “necessity.”

But Sister in Christ, if you choose to follow after God’s heart, if you choose to honour Him with your body and your dress, if you choose to protect the purity of your brothers in Christ, God will honour that.  I mean that 100%.  Now, I’m not saying that Prince Charming will show up on your doorstep tomorrow if you start dressing modestly today.  God will work in His time, and according to His good plans. But God will honour your obedience and your desire for holiness.

After seven long years (age 13 to 20) of worrying and wondering what God had in store, I met Ryan.  Not long into our courtship, Ryan and I had a conversation in which he specifically thanked me for dressing modestly.  He thanked me.  Not as a passing comment about one outfit, but a deliberate statement about my wardrobe. I don’t know if he realized just how much that meant to me.  I was so moved, I cried about it later.  I had waited a long time to hear those words.

Sister in Christ, may the attitudes reflected in your style of dress be pure, right, and pleasing to your Maker and Redeemer.  May your clothing testify to your intent to guard the minds and hearts of your brothers in Christ.  And may the true and lasting beauty of your godly woman’s heart shine forth for all to see and admire.

-Kristin

Postscript.

To clarify, I am not promoting wearing burkas or frumpy old dresses.  Modesty and attractiveness are compatible, although one has to be thoughtful and deliberate in choosing articles of clothing that have both of those qualities.

As a starting point in determining what crosses the line into being immodest, here is a survey taken of Christian young men which will offer some guidance as to what styles and cuts cause men to struggle:  http://www.therebelution.com/modestysurvey/

 

 

Christmas Newsletter 2011

December 20th, 2011

Blessed Christmas to All!

We hope this newsletter finds you all well. This has been a happy year for us, despite some struggles.

In January, our little Patrick began to break out in eczema on his face. Over the next six to seven months, the eczema would come and go, sometimes moderate and sometimes severe. We tried many different creams and diets, investigating possible infections or food and environmental allergies, but without success until the eczema suddenly cleared up on its own in August.

In March, Justin celebrated his second birthday.

In April, Ryan ran in the federal election as the Christian Heritage Party candidate for our riding. I served as his official agent, managing the bank account and paperwork. We put up signs where we could, raised funds for the campaign, attended an all-candidate meeting, and sent out flyers to most of the homes in Don Valley East. We were very encouraged by those of our family, friends, and neighbours who offered their support, and by the handful of strangers who phoned to say they were glad to have a candidate like Ryan to vote for.

In June, my 20-year-old cousin Michael was killed in a motorcycle accident.  His death came as a severe blow to the whole family.

In July, we spent a fun-filled week with Ryan’s family at his parents’ house near Collingwood.  In August we went camping at Grundy Lake for a weekend with Ryan’s parents and younger siblings, and the following weekend we went camping at Port Burwell on Lake Erie with my family and some friends. Whereas Justin had to be coaxed into the lake, Patrick LOVED the water, and we had to watch him closely to prevent him from crawling in and merrily drowning himself.

In September, Patrick celebrated his first birthday.  Ryan ran in the provincial election as the candidate for the Family Coalition Party in our riding. We ran a smaller campaign as compared to our federal campaign.

The harvest from our little garden was grand this year.  I grew some beautiful sunflowers (squirrels ate them though), and grew some pumpkins for the first time too, in addition to my usual crops.

In December, Ryan and I went on a spur-of-the-moment second honeymoon to the Dominican Republic. The prices were cheap, and the grandparents were willing, so off we went, leaving the boys with Grandma and Grandpa. The vacation was so much fun! Lots of water sports and a few excursions into town to experience life in the Dominica.

As always, Ryan is keeping himself busy. This year he built a wood fence and gates to replace the old chain link fence and gate, and to keep the kids safely contained in the backyard.  Ryan also built a backyard playhouse and swing set for the kids.  He  re-organized his garage — twice! — and built a new worktable.  He re-organized his bike shed and gave it a face-lift with some new boards and a door.

Justin and Patrick too are busy boys, curious and energetic. Patrick loves to be tickled and chased, and is fascinated with blocks and books, boxes and baskets. He’ll also tag along after his older brother playing with cars and trucks. He is quite the climber, and will make surprise appearances on the dining room table from time to time. As I mentioned previously, he also loves water — the bathroom door is always closed at our house. To our delight, Patrick just started walking in the past couple of weeks.

Justin is obsessed with trucks of all shapes and sizes, but his favourites are firetrucks and digger trucks. He also loves working with tools, and has his own tool set,  tool box, and workstation to rival his daddy’s. He knows most of the tools by name, and will happily saw, hammer, chisel, and drill a block of wood if given the chance. Like his father, he is also an avid cyclist, and is thrilled at every opportunity to ride his two-wheel bike (with training wheels).  I am doing some pre-school with Justin, and he already knows most of the alphabet by name, and can recognize some geometric shapes as well.

As for myself, I tried my hand at some woodworking projects this year, constructing a toddler bed for Justin and a shelf. Currently, my health leaves something to be desired. I’m struggling with some fatigue and musculo-skeletal issues (related to the repetitive strain injury I suffered in my wrists a few years back) but otherwise I am happy and blessed.

We thank God for His goodness and grace toward us this year, and we pray for His continued blessing in the year ahead.

May the Prince of Peace bless your homes and hearts this Christmas and in the New Year.

With love,

Ryan, Kristin, Justin, and Patrick

Can you say “Wedding”?

September 1st, 2011

Here is a FANTASTIC wedding hymn that a friend posted on Facebook some time ago.  I want to marry Ryan again just so we can sing this at the wedding.  ;)   (Kristin)

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Oh, Jesus Christ! How Bright and Fair

Oh, Jesus Christ! How bright and fair / The marriage of your children where

Your blessings rich attend them! / What gracious gifts you here bestow,

What streams from heaven ever flow  /  In blessings which you send them,

Grant they true stay To you ever, Lord! Leave never / These two, vowing,

With one heart before you bowing.

When man and wife are married well,  / And peacefully before you dwell,

In faithfulness united,  /  The streams of bliss will strongly flow

And we your children here below  / Like angels be delighted;

No rain, no pain, can destroy it or annoy it—what you’ve given

To the pair that hopes in heaven.

To man and wife, O, grant your grace  /  And in this holy, blessed place

And from your throne in Heaven  /  With loving arms protect them, Lord,

And daily keep them in Your Word  /  And nightly angels send them.

Though we must be hither, thither roaming ever till you give us

Pious homes and thus relieve us.

The man is like a mighty tree  /  Whose branches spread so fair and free;

The wife a vine life-bearing  /  She yields her fruit in holy love

And blest by grace from God above / The family she is rearing.

Gemstone, man’s crown! Husband’s treasure! House’s pleasure! Jew’l of honor!

On his throne God smiles upon her.

O wife! the Lord has chosen you  /  That from your womb shall life anew

Increase the Church and build it  /  This wondrous work forever mounts,

The mighty word His lips pronounce: / What here you see, shall yield it

Handsome shall come,  / Sons and daughters to the waters of salvation

Finding grace and good vocation.

Wie schön ists doch, Herr Jesu Christ

Author: Paul Gerhardt (1607-1676)

Translator: John Kelly (alt. Matthew Carver)

2008 Tune: WIE SCHÖN LEUCHTET [O Morning Star]

You Call That An Apology?

June 22nd, 2011

I (Kristin) was just reading the news about a Vancouver rioter, Camille Cacnio, who posted a 3,300 word ‘apology’ on the Internet after being routed out for her part in looting a tuxedo store (she later removed it and replaced it with a shorter version).

The ‘apology’ basically can be summed up as follows:

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I apologize.

I take full responsibility for my actions.

But that’s not the person I am.

I am now a victim of the social media mob.

What I did wasn’t as bad as what everybody else did.

I was just responding to an adrenaline rush.

The stealing was just for fun.

I was overcome by mob mentality.

I really am a good person because I am a university student and I was conscientious enough to save the trees that day [though not enough to protect other people's property].

I am now a victim of harassment.  The social media mob is ruining my life.

I have my rights.

These people who are smearing me on social media sites are stupid, racist, and sexist.

I can loot stores because I am a woman and I can do anything that men can do.  If what I did proves this to misogynistic people then the looting was a good thing.

I think this has blown out of control.

I have lived in Canada all my life.  I am a hardworking university student and athlete.

I have been dehumanized.  People are wrongfully venting their anger against me.

Stop ruining my life!

Stop forgetting that I have rights.

Canada is peaceful and kind.  You are embarrassing our country by singling me and other rioters out in social media.

Give us a break.  We made a mistake.

I am willing to take whatever punishment I get [except for public shaming on the internet].

Thanks to those of my family and friends who supported me during this difficult time.  And to all of you who disowned me:  Get lost, because I don’t want to have anything to do with you.

Thank you ever so kindly for your time [and for listening to my self-justifying rant],

Sincerely,

Camille

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I think Ezra Levant said it best, that when no one is watching and all the moral strictures are removed, that is when the real person comes out.

I am sorry, Camille, but we have all seen who you really are and no amount of self-justifying remarks and ranting about rights will change that.

If you are truly sorry and taking full responsibility for your actions as you claim, I suggest that you meet with the owners of Black&Lee in person to apologize and not only return the pants you stole, but make restitution by giving them twice the cost of the pants with your own hard-earned dollars.  And then you can go and help clean up all the mess:  not only of their store, but all of downtown.

You participated in the destruction, you participate in the reconstruction.

You were quick to list all the things you didn’t do (smashing windows, torching cars, hurting people), but in that you did not leave the scene of the riot or make any attempt to stop those things from happening, you were complicit.

You pride yourself in how you stopped some rioters from pulling down trees.  But you did nothing to protect other people or their property.  On the contrary, you openly admit that you “had fun stealing.”

Very telling.

Raising Toddlers: Cleaning Together

April 4th, 2011

My toddler probably couldn’t care less whether the house is clean and tidy.  But he likes to clean — because Mommy does it.  Toddlers love to work one-on-one alongside their parents. It’s the highest form of play for them, as my mother-in-law learned through Montessori.

Justin and I have done a lot of cleaning together and have had fun doing it. My little boy will even go so far as to fight me for the mop or feather-duster on occasion! This is not to say that cleaning with my toddler has been a painless experience though. Frustration has been a large part of the process, but I’m slowly but surely learning how to involve my toddler(s) in everyday household tasks without making much more of a mess than there was before.

The following are some pointers (and important sub-points) from my own personal experience and observation:

1. Provide the toddler with cleaning items of his own. This means a child-sized broom, his own scrub brush, spray bottle (with water only!), etc. This will make cleaning more fun for him, and will prevent him from fighting you for those items.

(1a)  Never give a toddler a sponge unless you intend to have large soapy puddles all over the floor.

(1b)  Keep in mind that a broom handle can double as a bat to knock things off shelves and counters, and as a pole to poke baby with, so keep an eye on your toddler when he has it.

(1c)  I’ll reiterate, while your toddler will love having a spray bottle of his own, only put water in it…and not too much either!  The toddler has nothing to inhibit him from spraying everything, including himself and the baby’s face, and a lot of spraying concentrated in one spot will leave a puddle which could damage something if it goes unnoticed.

2. Have your toddler work with you on the same task; that is, never send him off to tackle another cleaning project while you take care of this one.  I can tell you right now, it won’t work.

(2a)  If Justin is representative of all toddlers, then toddlers do not have the attention span to stick to a task all by themselves.  Simply telling him to clean up his toys and books — without seeing the task through and calling him back to it continuously — will result in nothing done.

(2b)  Toddlers want to work with you.  So giving them a separate task is to miss the point of cleaning together.

3.  Be selective.  Some tasks are appropriate for toddler involvement, and others aren’t. You have to consider safety, the toddler’s ability, and whether toddler inclusion in the task at hand would be a positive experience overall or have you pulling your hair out.

(3a) Transferring clothes to the dryer, cleaning windows, sweeping the floor, scrubbing the floor (if it’s not water sensitive), and picking up toys, are tasks which can be more or less compatible with toddlers.  Mind you, in my experience, sweeping the floor with a toddler isn’t easy, as it requires defensive maneuvering to prevent your dust pile from getting scattered everywhere.

(3b) Cleaning dishes (unless they’re tough plastic) and scrubbing toilets are not good choices for toddler involvement. Even mopping/scrubbing can be hazardous, as toddlers have no comprehension whatsoever of ‘slippery when wet’, and will run across the floor as usual.  Justin hit the floor enough times that I finally gave up and would only do my mopping when he was contained in a playpen or highchair.

4.  Remind yourself that this is for a good cause and that it will (hopefully) pay off in the future.  You are teaching your little one important life skills. He is learning step by step how Mommy cleans, and developing the coordination to do it himself in the future.  He is forming a good work ethic, and, just maybe, by the time he is five or six or seven he will be able do it all by himself.

Think of it this way: You are multi-tasking. You are getting the cleaning done (albeit more slowly and with some complicating factors) and you are spending meaningful time with your toddler.  It’s a win-win!

5.  Relax and try to stay calm, cool, and collected and keep an up-beat attitude while doing this. I have had to catch myself a number of times when frustration was getting the better of me.  Yelling at your toddler won’t accomplish anything good.  So if you find yourself becoming overwhelmed, just quit that task and leave it for later.  Think through whether your toddler can be involved in a different way, or whether this task is just not appropriate for him.  Or maybe you are just having a tough day and tomorrow it will go better.

If you are a perfectionist, try to lower your standards a bit, and accept that this is going to be a messy process and that the house will be a bit dirtier than you like for this stage of your life.  Your children are not going to stay little for long.  These are their most formative years, and once they are gone, you will never be able to get them back. So I would encourage you to let the cleanliness of the house slide a bit for now and invest yourself in relationships with your children.  You will never regret it.  :D

-Kristin

Narrow-minded People

February 24th, 2011

by Kristin

In case you haven’t noticed already, some people are narrow-minded.  What people am I thinking of? Well, I was particularly thinking of people who typically like to call themselves ‘open-minded’, ‘liberal’, ‘free thinkers’, and ‘followers of science,’ but in reality, they are just as biased and intolerant as the next man.  Here I have compiled a short list of the statements narrow-minded people can make:

1. “There is NO God.”

This is what we philosophers call an “absolute negative.” This is the equivalent of claiming “There are absolutely no pink elephants in the universe.” A statement which espouses an absolute negative is impossible to prove unless you are an omnipresent being (i.e. you are everywhere in the universe at one time).

2.  “The current evolutionary dogma is the only scientific explanation for our present day world.”

What rock have they been hiding under? First of all, evolutionary theory as it stands today is fraught with problems and unanswered questions.  Highschool science textbooks still contain and sell as truth evolutionary ideas which were disproven or exposed as hoaxes long ago, like the peppered moth hoax and Haeckel’s fraudulent drawings of human and animal embryos. Evolutionists have a lot of explainin’ to do.

And what about irreducible complexity? The wonders of DNA? Darwin’s “simple cell” which turned out to be a whole microcosm in itself? Evolutionary theory has no answers for all this.

There are scientists (and I’m not just talking about creationists, or even about Christians) who are challenging and offering alternatives to the current evolutionary dogma. There’s Michael Behe, Michael Cremo, Guillermo Gonzalez, and Jonathan Wells — just to name a few.

People who mindlessly parrot the evolutionary theory taught by their highschool teachers should really take a look in the mirror before calling anyone else “narrow-minded.”

3. “Guns are only for killing people.”

That’s the only use they could think of? What about hunting? Olympic sports? Target practice? Protecting livestock from predatory animals?  Preventing innocent people from being killed by scaring off attackers through a show of force? This has got to be one of the worst cases of narrow-mindedness ever.

4. “The world is over-populated.”

Have they looked at any population charts recently? Canada has a ridiculously low population density of 3 people per square kilometer (or 8/sq. mile)! Furthermore, the population density of the entire world works out to only 13 people per square kilometer (or 34.5 / sq. mile). I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t sound crowded to me.

5. “Disadvantaged people need special social programs in order to overcome their circumstances.”

If you believe this, go add biographies about self-made people to your reading list. Seriously.

Dear Working Mother: Stop and Think

January 27th, 2011

by Kristin

Last night I overheard a conversation between a midwife and a midwifery student.  The student, a middle-aged lady expecting her third child, expressed concern over how a career in midwifery would affect her parenting. “I don’t want to be an absent mom,” she said.  The midwife was quick to reassure the lady that midwifery would not compromise her as a mother. In fact, the midwife claimed, midwifery was a better profession for a mother than a 9-to-5 office job in terms of allowing her more time with her children.

I couldn’t help but disagree. In the midwifery clinic I am familiar with, the midwives alternate between 1-2 weeks of in-clinic visits during set hours and 1-2 weeks of being on-call at home.  When a midwife is on-call, attending a birth comes first before any family activity.  Regardless of whether you are celebrating Christmas, or your child’s birthday, attending his/her graduation, or just on an excursion to the neighbourhood playground, you have to respond to a call to attend a birth. As anybody can imagine, mother walking out the door in the middle of a birthday party or any such event would be a terrible disappointment for a child at best.  In addition, other midwives I knew had admitted to me that they did not have a close relationship with their children, or that their children had expressed upset over their mother’s absence.

I summoned up enough nerve to confront the midwife after the lady had left, pointing out to her that she did not present a full picture of the challenges the profession holds for a woman with children.  Not surprisingly, the midwife was quick to defend her position and dismissed the stories I related of the other midwives, saying that that was the experience of only a few.

However, what she did admit was this: “The one thing you will have to learn to accept [as a midwife] is that your children will love other people as much as they love you.”

If you ask me, the ramifications go far beyond that.  What is your absence teaching your children about the importance of relational commitment? Of family life? Of being there for each other? If mother, by her actions, makes her job a greater priority than her children, what message is that sending to them?

How is it affecting the children emotionally? This is especially a concern if there is a turnover of caregivers, such as is the case in daycare. How can a child learn how to form emotional bonds if he is systematically abandoned by his caregivers? How will the insecurity affect his development?

What if the real problem is that the child will learn not to love?  Or that the only love he learns is self-love?  If mother and father are more interested in their own self-advancement than in the nurture and care of their offspring, what lesson will the child learn?

To the working mothers (those who are working out of choice as opposed to necessity) I say: Stop and Think.  Ask yourself the tough questions…before it’s too late.

A Psalm of Life

January 8th, 2011

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
SAID TO THE PSALMIST

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real !   Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)


True Potential

January 7th, 2011

by Kristin

I remember my highschool English teacher standing before the class one day and telling us 12th-graders in somber tones what he considered to be the greatest tragedy in life: “failure to live up to one’s potential.”

I also recall that on a different occasion he openly expressed his opinion that I ought to pursue doctorate studies because I had the intelligence to do so.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Z., but I stopped school after earning my undergraduate degree.

Is my life a tragedy?  My answer is an unwavering and resounding “NO.”  Not because I am actually a simpleton (hopefully that’s not the case!) and was content just to be a “domestic slave” and a “baby machine”.  On the contrary, the reason why I say “no” is because I disagree fundamentally with my highschool teacher’s understanding of “human potential.”

What really is our “human potential”? What does that mean?

If you ask me, our potential as human beings is inextricably linked with our purpose as human beings.

Take a hammer for example.  Sure, a hammer has the potential to dig a hole, but it would make a lousy shovel.  It also has the potential to flip pancakes, but honestly, it would make an even worse spatula.  The greatest realization of a hammer’s potential is found in fulfilling its purpose: to drive nails.

So the next question is: what is our purpose as human beings?

The Westminster Catechism presents the best answer: “To glorify God and enjoy Him forever.”

That’s it, friends. Our purpose in life, and the greatest realization of our potential, is not to become the smartest, the richest, the strongest, or the fastest human. Rather, our greatest potential lies in glorifying God.

Does that mean we have to stand around and sing hymns all day? I don’t think so. We can bring glory to our Creator by doing our best in whatever sphere of life He has called us to.  God has equipped us with certain skills and talents that He expects us to use to the praise and honour of His name.  Has He called you to be a musician? Be the best musician you can be.  Has He called you to be an entrepreneur? Be the best entrepreneur you can be.  Has He called you to be a wife and mother? Be the best wife and mother you can be. Has He called you to be a missionary? Be the best missionary you can be. Even those who suffer from a disability can glorify their Creator by doing their best under the circumstances. Take Joni Eareckson Tada for example.

The one qualification I would stress is that we, in our respective callings, put our Christian calling and obeying God first.  What does it matter if you are the richest, most successful entrepreneur if you cheated people and swindled money to get there and thereby shamed the name of Christ?  What does it matter if you are the most famous, most persuasive missionary of your time if God is not glorified by your life?  If other people, when observing our life and work, are not led to praise God but rather to slander the name of Christ, we have failed to live up to our true potential.  And that failure, my friends, is truly a tragic one.

I close with the last verse of one of my favourite poems, “A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (read the whole thing under “Poetry” in the right column):

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

Christmas Newsletter 2010

December 17th, 2010

Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year!

We hope this letter finds you all well.

God has been good to us once again, although this year presented a few big challenges.

In March our friends, the Montagues, came and stayed with us for a week
in preparation for their Toronto rally and court hearing regarding Bruce’s challenge of Canada’s tyrannical gun laws.  We lent our support to the cause, though it is an uphill battle to convince the government that it should not have a monopoly on firearms.

In mid-March I developed complications in my pregnancy which put me in bedrest for 3 weeks. Ryan’s sister Ariel came and stayed with us for those weeks to take care of Justin and manage the household tasks, for which we are very thankful.  Some of the highlights of the month included Justin’s first birthday and the wedding of our friends the Guldemonds which Ryan attended in Oklahoma.

2nd Anniversary

We were grateful when on May 19th (our second wedding anniversary) we finally regained the peace and security of our home when a tenant who had started using drugs finally left.

Later in May we celebrated the marriage of Ryan’s brother Joel to my childhood friend Christine, a match that we had conspired and put in motion at our own wedding two years prior. Ryan and his brothers and sisters were all in the wedding party.  The wedding was beautiful and the feast lasted seven days (at least the leftovers lasted that long!).

Ryan Replacing Windows

During the summer we concentrated on renovations.  We replaced our drafty, thirty-year-old windows and made some significant upgrades to the bathrooms.  Ryan and Justin enjoyed some good father-son time biking around the neighbourhood, with Justin safely strapped in a toddler rider seat mounted to the cross-bar on Ryan’s bike.  Justin also visited the neighbourhood playground with Mommy and Daddy and had a grand time swinging and sliding, and playing in the sand.

Father-Son Biking

In September we joined Ryan’s family for a week together at a cottage near Bancroft.  We had an amazing time together, organizing a regatta and a scavenger hunt/obstacle course, canoeing, swimming, playing board games, and sharing good food and good laughs. Then scarcely a week after we returned home, we were blessed with the arrival of our little Patrick Henry Kidd.  Everyone was excited at the new addition. Patrick was baptized into God’s Covenant Family a little over a week after his birth.

Patrick

The month of October saw the celebration of Thanksgiving with family and friends.  On October 29th and 30th, we attended an Ezra Institute conference on “Reclaiming a Biblical Vision of the Family,” which Ryan helped to organize.  This month (December) Justin is thrilled to play in the snow, and we are all eagerly anticipating Christmas visits with family and holiday food and fun.  I have my decorations up and am playing
Christmas music all day long.

Justin in the Snow

As for our little boys, they are so precious! We joy at watching Justin grow and learn.  He is quick to smile and giggle, he loves playing with his trucks and having Mommy or Daddy read books to him.  Justin also loves to be a “big helper” for Mommy: pushing the broom, fetching things for Mommy, scrubbing, and putting the clean laundry away.  He adores his baby brother.  As for Patrick, he is a happy, content baby who is skilled at charming Mommy, Daddy, and just about everyone else.

We thank and praise God for yet another year in which He has so richly blessed us, far more than what we deserve.  We are especially grateful for the gift of our little Patrick.  Life is so much more precious when one realizes just how fragile it is.

Date Night

This year had its share of trials and uncertain days, but God is faithful and does not test us beyond what we are able to bear.  God has been refining us, so that we reflect more and more the image of Christ.  Our prayer is that, whatever difficulties we may encounter in the path God has carved for us, God will give us the strength of character we need to remain faithful to Him and to His Word.

Blessings this Christmas and for the New Year,

Ryan, Kristin, Justin & Patrick