The Puppy and I Start Here

It's hard to believe that there is anything left to be said.  Not that my life hasn't been interesting, it has.  I left home at eighteen and have never lived in Canada since.  I've spent some time in Africa and a lot in South America, particularly in Colombia.

With the exception of a three week span, I have never been employed and somehow survived through the generosity of others.  Even though I've never had much I have been the target of thefts and muggings galore - in Nigeria, Peru, Venezuela, Washington D.C. and umpteen times in Bogota.

In Uruguay I tried to give away all the money I had (which was the sum of about three dollars) and had the woman throw the money back at me because nobody gives away something for free.

I've cycled 12,000 kilometers in a year and, along with my husband, have been in a bobsled with Canadian Olympians as our pilot and brakeman.  As an adolescent in the 1970's, I visited the Soviet Union with my family and stood in the immigrations queue for Russia - right ahead of my mother who was smuggling in a Bible. 

I spent over thirty years of my life traveling throughout the world doing Christian theater yet never enjoyed acting.  Shortly after turning 50 I believe the Lord told me I could choose any career I wanted and He would make it happen.  So my husband and I are founding a mercy ministry called SIBA.   We now work with high risk children - the descendents of thieves, addicts and gang members.  I also am terrified of dentists yet oversee a dental clinic for needy children.

Surely there's a story to tell somewhere in all of that.  But there is so much blog and book writing these days, that one wonders why pen something else only to face that horrible rejection of nobody bothering or wanting to read it.

Yet perhaps we write and blog simply to hear ourselves think, to put the pieces together to shape a little bit of reason as to why we exist at all.  I am, after all, a created being deemed worthy of redemption by the Creator of the Universe.  He must have known what He was doing when I was conceived.  He must have had a purpose - even if only comedic relief.

So here I sit with my most recent addition to the family, a three month old puppy curled up on my lap, Together we are going to get this all figured out.

You're welcome to join us in the journey.