Bird's Eye View

I've had too many things floating around my head to write a single post on a single topic. Or I get too rambly. So here's a general life update and a few thoughts.  It's the beginning of 2023. I'm a totally different and new person to any I have known before. I've lived through a trauma and I'm getting to see how it has shaped me. The part of me that has emotions was turned off for so long that I feel like an infant learning to walk again; Learning to feel.  And that, coupled with having a daughter has me exploring this idea of differences between males and females. I want to rejoice in the true and beautiful difference that a daughter is from a son. Especially in a world that wants to make it seem like there is no difference. But it is not true, and so I'm on a journey too of self discovery on what makes me, as a woman, unique from the other half of humanity. That, I am excited about learning! So far, I think there's a great mystery in hormones! I had t

Disclaimer: There may be some TMIs about bodily fluids, and I can't promise the post will be short enough to be reader friendly. There are many ways to tell this story. This one is mine.  End of May: I'm nearing the end of my second trimester and starting to get wetness in my undies. I figure, since I have fibroids and therefore am much larger and heavier than my stage of pregnancy, it could just be more pressure than my bladder can handle. So I start wearing liners, but they are not sufficient, so I upgrade to pads. I mention it to my doctor a few days in, because the possibility of amniotic fluid crosses my mind. He advises me to check for the smell...there is none, but I wonder if my senses are off. I've been having more than the regular amount of doctors visits because of the fibroid complications. My next appointment is pretty soon, so I go in then and get tested (though I don't feel much leakage that day). The test is negative for amniotic fluid. Baby is very acti

What gives me life? A few of my favourite things? A games night full of deep belly laughs with friends and family. Exploring the secret cave the boys found at the park. Trying to find the perfect harmony part to the person with the sweet signing voice sitting close by at church. Nachos and Cheese while trying to unlock the mysteries of the Marvel Universe with my favourite person in this one. Based on the above, I'm classified as an extrovert. I get life from being around others. And oh, I love the Mountains. Three Houses Park and monkey watching are a great substitute. The pro-choicers often say that we pro-lifers are simply anti-abortion; That we don't actually care about the child's life after they are born. (Working with Unborn Justice has proven otherwise). Notice, even though they would prefer to remove the life all together, they do at least know that life is more than simply breathing. Life is for living.  People are losing their lives because of Corona. Many peopl

We're often encouraged to think big, or to not limit our dreams. Aim for the sky! But sometimes we think too big. I walk pass the homeless beggar by the bus stop and think to myself that I'm gonna work hard now so that someday I can build a facility where people like him can rest for a while and have a warm meal. I think of getting my church on board, and having big name sponsors. Great, grand wonderful plans they are, but all the while I have not considering that I have a pack of salt bread in my grocery bag that I could hand to him right now. I was reading the beginning of Luke (from my Jameikan Nyuu Testiment, on my way to reading it through from cover to cover. I know...I have a loooong way to go). Luuk 2:20 says: "Di shepad dem go bak tu dem shiip a priez Gad fi all we dem ier an si, kaaz evriting dem did si an ier a jos laik oy di ienjel did tel dem." What struck me, or didn't I should say, was that the Shepherds went back to their sheep. That&#

My plan was to take the whole family to Jamaica in July 2020. It was a sure thing. We’d miss Christmas 2019 in Jamaica so that we could save some more to celebrate love with our friends plus have a real vacation, south coast and all. God had other plans. My 2019 miracle was being in Jamaica for Christmas (my last Christmas there was 2015!). But then there was Corona…which God knew would happen. Now any plans for traveling in July are up in the air. My July 2020 plans were not God’s plans. But He was gracious enough to let me see my family in advance. My plan was to have a family. I didn’t have a number in mind, but it wasn’t just two children. I ask myself; how does anyone know when their family is complete? I’m not sure. I knew I wanted children. Judah came along. He was awesome, and I knew I wasn’t done. I was ready for more of that awesomeness, and he would do well with a sibling. In came Ez, 2 years later. But when it was time to bless Ezra with a sibling, seems God had anoth

I had a convo with a guy, yesterday, who told me he loved his Bible and he thought personal salvation was important, but he didn't think is was totally necessary to be attached to a particular church. He bemoaned the many issues and frustrations that come up, which I agreed with. I hate gossip just as much as he did...and that's one thing church people seem to be good at. As much as I could relate to what He was saying, and I could easily go through my head and list issues I have with my own church, I still told him I disagreed. As Mr.Henry preached this week (shout out to the Caribbean Baptist Heritage conference), Salvation and Church Membership have to go together.  And I do mean signing the little paper, not just showing up every week.  It dawned on me how similar the 'I don't need to be a member' arguement sounded to the 'I don't need to get married' arguement - I love the person. My commitment to them won't change whether or not I sig