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Time For Healing Begins...

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He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.  Finally he will cause justice to be victorious. Matthew 12:20 (New Living Translation)


I returned back to Ontario in the Fall of '93. My parents were renting a home in Alexandria ON and I moved in with them. The little town is quiet and peaceful and the people are very nice. There are a few churches in the little town but no Pentecostal church. The church that my brother and sister-in-law were attending was called Alexandria Alliance. Again; beautiful people, beautiful spirit of worship, and all the while I am still confused and to a big degree, running scared. Comfortable and yet not comfortable. A part of me is scared of going to hell because I am not attending a UPC church and the other part of me is confused because, while I am sitting and worshiping with these sincere folks, I just don't see what my indoctrination has told me; that these people are not saved.

I was settling in very nicely, when my brothe…

Short Stint in Ontario And One More Year In Quebec...

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Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them:  for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee;  he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee. Deuteronomy 31:6
In 1991 my dad became sick and had to give up working as Superintendent for the buildings where we were living. The doctors had found spots of cancer in his hip and so growing concerns about his health ensued. He had surgery, though we almost lost him, but things started to improve. My brother and his wife by now were living in Alexandria Ontario and so the decision was made that my folks would move to Ontario. I decided to go with them. 
My brother found a little place in the small village of Lancaster Ontario, not too far from the Ontario/Quebec border. It was a very nice, two bedroom apartment, that was set above a Tea Room. It was hard at first living in a small village; everything and everybody went to bed at 8pm. But all too soon we got use to it and settled in very nicely.
The people of the village …

Life in Montreal Quebec...

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For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord.  “They are plans for good and not for disaster,  to give you a future and a hope". Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)

1989-1992
Well I moved to Montreal Quebec right after graduating Bible College. The interesting part about this move though is; I never wanted to live in Montreal. For me Montreal was memories of eighteen years of doctor visits, long hospital stays, and the many hours driving just to get there. Yet here I was.
My parents were living in an apartment building in Dollard Des Ormeaux and my dad, though retired, was working as a janitor looking after four buildings. My mum took care of collecting rent. They had a three bedroom apartment, so I moved in with them. 
On the night of graduation from Bible College; I became engaged to Joseph. We were happy, or so I thought. We got along well and he knew of my personal testimony of God's healing of my physical body. What he did not know was the deeper secret that I was doing my best…

Bible School Days...

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But now, O Jacob, listen to the LORD who created you. O Israel, the one who formed you says, "Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine. Isaiah 43:1 United Pentecostal Bible Institute  1986-1989
I started attending Bible College in the Fall of 1986. I'll never forget some wise words a minister said to me upon entering the college. He said; "Paula, Bible School will either make you or break you". By the time my stay was done, three years later, I would come to add to this phrase; "Bible School will either make you, break you, or ruin you if you let it".
Through certain events that I had laid out before God in prayer I felt certain this was the will and plan for my life. I always had a deep love for the things of God and His Word, so to me this was going to be exciting. There were just somethings I naively figured would be common to all, but would soon find out that, would not be the case.
My parents loaded up the ca…

Looking Back Over Eighteen Years...

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“Sometimes, you have to look back in order to understand the things that lie ahead.”  ― Yvonne Woon


This week's post will simply be a time of looking back over the past eighteen years of my life. Not all of my eighteen years were rough, there were some happy moments a long the way. My parents were the best and life really was great. My dad was a hard worker who loved his family, though that was not always shown emotionally, as he was raised under a different way than some dad's are today. My mum on the other hand was a very emotional person who came from a family who shared and expressed their feelings, though both my parents loved the Lord, my mum was the spiritual leader in our home. Though I think my dad could have been if it had not been the view of the UPC church that he was considered unsaved. But when I think back on this way of UPC thinking you could say it worked in our favor as kids...
I have made mention to the UPC lists of do's and don't's. I think by …

Sr High (10-12) And Growing Up UPC

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Delight yourself in the Lord; And He will give you  the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, and He will do it. Psalm 37:4-5


I got through my Jr high years with only having to repeat grade eight. I had to have corrective surgery, which we thought wouldn't interrupt my schooling  so we had the surgery scheduled for the March break but in the end, I ended up missing several weeks of school which set me back. This coupled with my mum having her first heart attack, my nephew who was in our care at the time, and someone had to stay home and tend to him and keep the house while my mum recuperated. 
I was looking forward to Sr High. I knew there would be at least four other girls from my church who would also be attending the same school and so I was hoping that these years would be a little different from the previous years. But things didn't turn out that way. Two of the girls were French and hung out with the French crowd the other two, well we j…

Junior High Years (7-8) and Growing Up UPC...

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"I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind:  I am like a broken vessel"  Psalm 31:12

 As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good  in order to bring about this present result... Genesis 50:20
I finished up my six years of elementary by the "seat of my pants" as the old saying goes. During a Parent/Teacher meeting it was suggested to my mum that maybe they should hold me back a year. I was passing, just barely mind you, and my teacher felt it was due. in part. to all the bullying that I was experiencing. Most of my teachers said that I could have been an A student, but because of the stress of the weekly tauntings, my grade levels were mostly B's and C's. However; in the end it was decided upon that I would enter Junior High (7), and if need be, could repeat grade 7. 
Grade seven started out a little rough. Paul Dube, my nemesis from my elementary years, tried to start up the bullying once again. But this time it was brought to a quick e…