African Adventure Book + Helpful Hints for Moms Blog
African Adventure Book + Helpful Hints for Moms Blog
I'm not sure what to write here. My book, prayers and poems have already laid my heart bare. It's scary to push publish, but more scary to not share my journey in the hopes of helping others know they are not alone, that we are sisters and brothers, growing together in the light of the love of a wonderful God who guides us. xo
The other day my daughter shared about her grandfather, when seeing him in the casket upon his death, "I knew Grandpa wasn't there," she said. In a split second the magnificent man who was her grandpa was gone. His giant hands folded over his suit on his big chest, and his translucent calm face, that this simply wasn't grandpa. Instead this was just the package that carried him. "Mom we spend so much time thinking about what is really just our package, dressing it, making it lose weight or gain muscle, picking at it when our complexion is poor, fussing over it, and feeling that our package isn't good enough to present our self to the world... When really the package isn't us, it's our light inside, that is the real us. We never need fear about aging, because our package is aging not us! Our package is only to carry us through this life, but God carries us into the next." How profound! Now I'm learning from Racquel...
Yet in thinking about pushing "publish" I sat by myself and ate an entire medium Hawaiian pizza trying to feel comfort over my fear, stressing over my package. I know what I believe, but the mindset of our culture threatened to consume me as I flip through news articles on my phone in the lamplit darkness. Everywhere the messages are we're not enough, there's someone else better to do the task. I'm staring at old photos from my twenties and realizing I've gained so much in insight over the years, but I've lost so much too. There are things I thought I'd already learned like self-discipline, patience, fortitude, that in this pandemic have gone right out the window. In the mountains of stresses, I feel just like my little son stomping down the hall when asked to clean his room. "God I don't like this mess and I don't feel like cleaning it up. I don't like the pressure I feel. Why don't you clean this up." Never mind that God is lovingly helping me to keep growing. Never mind that as I look back on my path I see beauty and miracles and I should know how to trust by now...
Now my children are strong and well and encouraging me, forging paths of self-discipline, study, structure, and faith, and I feel like the child, struggling again to gain control of my self, my mere wrapping...
So there you have it.
"One day the Eternal God scooped dirt out of the ground,
sculpted it into the shape we call human,
breathed the breath that gives life into the nostrils of the human,
and the human became a living soul." (Genesis 2:7 Voice Bible)
My prayer is this: "God who formed and created the shape we call human, who breathed life into me, who gave me a living soul, help me to respond to you, and to my human family, with kindness, hope, and faith, so together we can heal, hope, and know, we are yours, forever. Amen."
Tomorrow I'm going for a walk, and I'm hiding the pizza box before Erik gets home. ha ha
Till next time. Night.
Deborah Kiezebrink new author of the book “Pandemic Paradise”, with her husband Erik and mom-in-law Erika, own and operate the award-winning Nestleton Waters Inn. They live near Lake Scugog, created by the construction of an 1834 dam which resulted in flooding. They’re also near Port Perry home of Canada’s oldest grain elevator. The Mississauga term “Scugog” means “waves leap over a canoe” and that’s how Deborah feels about life… it’s both exhilarating and dangerous! “I’m on an adventure! But I’m also being flooded and ambushed by waves of challenges and struggles at the same time!” Deborah writes about parenting, faith, news events, health, and through the process of writing finds hope and strength, to be a better wife, mom, business woman, and friend. Deborah is a thankful mom to two kids Sam and Racquel.
Erik and Deborah are wearing garments made by local iconic designer Paula Lishman, named Canadian Woman Entrepreneur of the Year, and the creator of fur yarn, which resulted in “knitted fur”, a new concept now copied around the world. This rural Ontario-based designer lives in a unique underground eco-efficient house designed and built by her artist husband Bill Lishman (also famous for flying with migrating geese in his ultra-light, a story recorded in the film Fly Away Home.) More about Canada's resource based economy. You can watch Paula's virtual tour talking about her art, or read more on Uxbridge Studio Tour.
JUST CHILLING with old friends David Morrison and Terry Posthumus Canadian singer/songwriter, it was really fun to sing together and perform a live-off-the-floor, acoustic cover of the Eagles. The song is called, "Take It To The Limit". We did this in our Nestleton Waters Inn lounge.
Sometimes in life you just have to "take it to the limit" and put yourself out there. I hope you have enjoyed my blog and book. Thank you so much for reading. xoxo Sincerely, Deborah Kiezebrink
Can't Find My Way Home (by Blind Faith)
A Cover by Terry Posthumus
Video by Current Sessions Productions
Light Captured, Directed and Edited by Nicholas Posthumus
Sound Captured, Mixed and Mastered by Theo & Terry Posthumus.
I'd love for you to listen to Racquel's new blog "Clothes & Jesus" as she's recorded audio to her blog post. She starts off, “Hope has a name.. and so does Joy”.
"During the Holiday season my mind always drifts to fond memories of my late Grandfather Harry. When walking through the kitchen of my childhood home I can still envision him washing and separating the green beans he would have plucked from the garden earlier that same day. He was a great man of many trades: Educator in schools and in churches, cook, baker, home builder, farmer, comedian, true family man, and above all – he was a pillar of faith In our home and community.
Grandpa lived joyously and stood firm and victorious throughout many hardships in his early life. He lived through famine in Holland during the end of the second world war, and as a result – his body never grew to the height that it should have. Grandpa Harry’s life was not an easy one – but one listen to his sarcastic bursts of laughter and glance at his mischievous grin.. you’d almost be duped into thinking that he had never truly faced any hardship at all.
He worked himself to the bone (literally!). His hip joints were worn with very little cartilage to ease his movement. Doctors were astonished that he was still working let alone walking in his stateliness! But Grandpa proved that he didn’t just need cartilage to be able to walk – he chose to receive Joy in the word of God, and that fuelled his passion for life and for movement – even amidst daily pain.
I’m sure you can agree that the hurt from any hardship can function in this same way. Nagging feelings of financial stress, family struggles, loss, depression… If these worries are constantly nagging us throughout the day and even into the night, then how might we ever be able to sustain everyday joy?"