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<channel><title><![CDATA[Wanda Mann  - Hindsight]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/hindsight.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Hindsight]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 09:13:18 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[8. Beauty]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2010/03/8-beauty.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2010/03/8-beauty.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 13:40:18 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2010/03/8-beauty.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Life was going along quite well and our international adventures started to begin!Within a couple of months of being married, we left Canada and went to live in Israel for a period of 7 months.&nbsp; After learning that I was pregnant (and embarrassed to be so, &lsquo;cause then everyone would know what we were doing!&nbsp; Ok, I admit it... I was gr [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><font size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Life was going along quite well </span><font size="3">and our international adventures started to begin!</font></font><br /><br />Within a couple of months of being married, we left Canada and went to live in Israel for a period of 7 months.&nbsp; After learning that I was pregnant (and embarrassed to be so, &lsquo;cause then everyone would know what we were doing!&nbsp; Ok, I admit it... I was green!), we came home and settled in.&nbsp; Bruce was a carpenter by trade and soon found work.&nbsp; I stayed home with the new baby... and then had 3 more over the next 6 years!&nbsp; The moving patterns also continued as we relocated 3 more times.<br /><br />It was probably sometime after having our 1st baby that the Lord started to reveal something to me.&nbsp; Bruce would frequently tell me how beautiful I was... and I would just as frequently laugh and thank him; for after all, he was entitled to his own opinion.&nbsp; You see, I never really believed it for myself.&nbsp; It occurred to me that I was insulting him when I laughed, but I could not shake the negative feelings that I had about myself.&nbsp; You see, in all my growing up years I didn't have any recollection of dad telling me that I was pretty.&nbsp; I seemed to gain more approval from him if I went out with my brothers (I was sandwiched between the 2 of them in age) and doing what they did best.&nbsp; I became very good at sports, didn&rsquo;t like wearing skirts (still don&rsquo;t:), and just became a bit of a tom-boy.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t think I even started wearing makeup until I was in my mid 20&rsquo;s... sorry Bruce.<br /><br />Now, just so you get the complete picture here; I really liked doing a  lot of the things that my brothers did!&nbsp; I had fun playing street hockey  and beating my older brother in basketball -- I loved sports &amp;  adventure, so it never occurred to me that anything was lacking.&nbsp; I had a lot of great times with him. <br /><br />So, as you can appreciate; this whole 'beautiful woman' thing really caught me off guard...&nbsp; I was used to compliments about music, creativity, sports and even ministry &amp; leadership skills.&nbsp; But I was not used to the 'pretty' comments.&nbsp; I realized again, that this was an area where I lacked a lot of self worth.<br /><br />God is so good!&nbsp; He not only gave me a wonderful husband who, over the years has built me up &amp; honoured me, but He also gave me a great opportunity with my dad where we were able to discuss some of these things.&nbsp; Dad was so surprised at the impact of what he missed and so sorry.&nbsp; He told me that he always thought I was beautiful but was afraid to tell me because he didn&rsquo;t want his little girl to get proud.&nbsp; I am so grateful for this moment!&nbsp; I think that something in his little girl was finally able to grow up.&nbsp; I also thank God for Bruce, who always loved me for who I was &amp; through the years has made me a better and more confident person.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You may be someone who can relate to this journey of mine.</span>&nbsp; I realize, as time goes on that God is always wooing me to His view point.&nbsp; He wants me to see what He sees; not just in others, but in me as well.&nbsp; He simply loves me.&nbsp; He simply loves you.<br /><br />Here are a couple of scriptures that I will leave with you today.&nbsp; They have meant so much to me personally:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Zephaniah 3:17 - "The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save.&nbsp; He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with  his love, He will rejoice over you with singing."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Psalm 45:11 - "The King is </span><strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;">enthralled</strong><span style="font-style: italic;"> by your </span><strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;">beauty</strong><span style="font-style: italic;">;  honor Him, for He  is your Lord."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So, know that the King is enthralled with </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">your </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">beauty... You can trust Him as your Lord.</span><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[7. The Boy]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/06/6-the-boy.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/06/6-the-boy.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 11:06:28 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/06/6-the-boy.html</guid><description><![CDATA[The BoyI hope you're in good humour, because today's cha [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span  style=" float: right; z-index: 10; "><a><img src="http://www.wandamann.ca/uploads/1/7/4/0/1740975/9301439.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;">The Boy</div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope you're in good humour, because today's chapter must be read that way. It always makes me smile when I recall my 1st date with my husband. (or something like that :)<br /><br /></span><font size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Today I met the boy I'm going to marry"...</span></font>&nbsp; <br />Well, that might have been someone else's song, but it did become mine too... eventually.&nbsp; I remember the first time I saw him.&nbsp; I can still see him there scrawled sideways on the armchair.&nbsp; I remember the way his hair went and the colour of his clothing.&nbsp; We were at our youth leader's house and he was the new guy.&nbsp; That's all I can recall though of that first time and there was definitely nothing about marriage being sung.&nbsp; Anyway, I must have shifted my focus; probably because I was dating someone else!<br /><br />A few months went by.&nbsp; I was no longer going out with the guy I had been seeing, and Bruce was also 'available'.&nbsp; I wasn't the only one in our small group of friends to notice his availability though so, the pursuit began.&nbsp; (Oh come on, don't tell me you've never pursued anyone before! :)&nbsp; You know what I mean; you just randomly make sure that you're <span style="font-style: italic;">around </span>to be able to comment, help out in a time of need, laugh at one of their jokes, or just look pretty.&nbsp; Oh, I know this sounds crazy but something in me just wanted to get to know this guy... and he didn't seem to mind either.<br /><br />The 1st time he came to our house was after a mud-soccer game that a bunch of us were playing.&nbsp; His family lived about a 1/2 hour away so I offered our house to get showered and cleaned up for something we were all going to later that day.&nbsp; I do remember one of the other girls offering the same convenience to him as well... Anyway, there really wasn't anything more to it than that, except for my parents starting to ask questions.<br /><br /><font size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold;">OK.&nbsp; So here's the fun part!&nbsp;</span></font> Bruce's sister was getting married ...<br /></div><hr  style=" visibility: hidden; width: 100%; clear: both; "></hr><div ><!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div><span  style=" float: left; z-index: 10; "><a><img src="http://www.wandamann.ca/uploads/1/7/4/0/1740975/7010994.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" alt="Picture" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;">Such a cool guy!</div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; ">... &amp; I was asked to sing at their wedding.&nbsp; There was nothing unusual about that as I was frequently asked to sing at many other events.<br /><br />I bought a new dress and some high-heeled shoes to go with it.&nbsp; Now that doesn't sound like anything out of the ordinary, but you must understand that I was used to being somewhat of a 'tom-boy'.&nbsp; I had never worn heels like this before!&nbsp; I got my brother to stand back to back with me to measure and see if I would be taller than Bruce if I wore them.&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; <br /><br />So, off I went.&nbsp; The wedding went well (except for the part where Bruce's grandfather prayed for an old boyfriend of his sister's instead of the groom).&nbsp; It was after the wedding that things started to formulate...&nbsp; Bruce was an usher and one of his roles (to my understanding) was to make sure that the bridesmaids had rides to the reception hall.&nbsp; Well, he didn't do that.&nbsp; Instead he asked me (the musician) if I needed a ride.&nbsp; And, guess what... I did! (don't laugh!)&nbsp; It was then, that I could feel my heart starting to get excited, and nervous.<br /><br />Their wedding was on a Friday night and by the time the reception was over, it was very late.&nbsp; Bruce was taking me home, but the catch was that he &amp; his sister were switching cars.&nbsp; They were using Bruce's for their honeymoon and he was taking theirs in exchange.&nbsp; Nobody else knew of this arrangement, so when we went to go home, we hopped into a car plastered with wedding 'well-wishes'.&nbsp; To add to everything, the back of the car was fully loaded with all of their gifts.&nbsp; So, when we got in, Bruce in his tux and I with my heels &amp; corsage... Well, you can just imagine how it looked!&nbsp; As we drove away, the classic thing actually happened; the car was on empty!&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; The reception was out in the country and nothing was open at this time of night so we had to drive back into the city to find an open gas station before he took me home.&nbsp; People waved &amp; honked as we drove by.&nbsp; Finally we found a station open and when Bruce went in to pay, the guy at the counter congratulated him!&nbsp; It was so terribly funny and yet we were still so nervous with each other that we could only slightly laugh about it!<br /><br />Anyway, you now know the long &amp; short of it... When Bruce dropped me off, he thought it 'convenient' to ask if I'd like to go out on a real date.</div><hr  style=" visibility: hidden; clear: both; width: 100%; "></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[6. Karol]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/05/karol.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/05/karol.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 12:44:52 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/05/karol.html</guid><description><![CDATA[It was New Year's Day when I got the news.&nbsp; There had been an accident at about 2 am and my friend Karol, was dead.&nbsp; I didn't know too many details other than she was driving home from a party and drove into oncoming traffic.&nbsp; My heart sank and my mind jumped to the worst conclusion... that my friend was drunk and lost control.Karol had been my friend for a few years  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><font size="2"><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4">It was New Year's Day when I got the news.&nbsp;</font> </font>There had been an accident at about 2 am and my friend Karol, was dead.&nbsp; I didn't know too many details other than she was driving home from a party and drove into oncoming traffic.&nbsp; My heart sank and my mind jumped to the worst conclusion... that my friend was drunk and lost control.<br /><br />Karol had been my friend for a few years and was one of the main reasons that it was so hard for me to move away when I was in grade 9.&nbsp; She was vibrant, full of spunk and full of life.&nbsp; In short <span style="font-style: italic;">(and she was kind of short too:)</span>, she was just a ton of fun to be around.&nbsp; She loved God and she loved people.&nbsp; In fact her love of people seemed to be a struggling point for her and was often her downfall.&nbsp; She wanted so badly to do what was right before God, but just didn't seem to have the stamina around her many, unsaved friends.&nbsp; Often I would see Karol at church on a Sunday in tears and asking God to forgive her for the slip ups of the night before at some social gathering - party with her school friends.<br /><br />I guess that's why my heart just sunk so fast when I heard the abbreviated news that day so many years ago...<br /><br />But, what I found out afterward sent my heart soaring!&nbsp; Karol <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> coming home from a party and it <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>the wee hours of the morning, BUT she was coming from a church youth party!&nbsp; She was alone and driving home at such a late hour that she must have fallen asleep at the wheel.&nbsp; Apparently, the Sunday prior to the accident, my friend had once again been down at the alter confessing her sins and crying out to God for help.&nbsp; She had made things right again with her God and unbeknown to her, right before she was to meet Him face to face.&nbsp; <br /><br />Even though this was a terrible shock for her family and friends it also had a sense of relief to it.&nbsp; You see, we serve a God who is 'rich in mercy', slow to anger and generous with forgiveness.&nbsp; He knows how much we can handle and will not leave His kids in places that are beyond them.&nbsp; Listen to what Ephesians 2:4-5 says:&nbsp; "But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ..."&nbsp; <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We serve a God who loves and responds to our cries for help.</span>&nbsp; We also serve a God who totally understands the strength of the temptations that we face.&nbsp; He lived here once and went through all the stuff of life just like we do.&nbsp; He sympathizes with us.&nbsp; That's exactly what we are told in <a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=65&amp;chapter=4&amp;verse=15&amp;version=31&amp;context=verse">Hebrews 4:15</a>!<br /><br />Maybe you feel like you've just "fallen from grace" one too many times or maybe you're just embarrassed to go back again to God and admit that you really need His help.&nbsp; For one thing, none of us can ever be beyond grace.&nbsp; Don't be afraid and don't let fear hold you back.&nbsp; God loves you more than you or I could even try to understand.&nbsp; He is rich with it!&nbsp; That's why He sent His son Jesus to come to this earth, live a normal (whatever that is) human life and then die for our sin debt.<br /><br />He believes in you and has an incredible destiny for you to live out, but you need His help to do it... and so do I.&nbsp; He has forgiven me 100's, NO; 1,000's of times.&nbsp; Each time I come to Him to say sorry, I am ashamed.&nbsp; And each time I come He loves me up, forgives me and takes away the shame... again.<br /><br />You know, I have often thought that God saw Karol's heart and that she had come back to Him.&nbsp; Could it be that He thought it best to bring her home while He had her?&nbsp; <br /><br />I don't know, but what I do know is that:&nbsp; He knows how much we can handle.&nbsp; <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />"Rich in mercy" ...what a thought.</span><br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[5. Turning Point]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/03/4-the-way-out.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/03/4-the-way-out.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 11:23:03 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/03/4-the-way-out.html</guid><description><![CDATA[As I entered into puberty, I also started at another new school.&nbsp; Dad had moved our family to the country.&nbsp; The bonus for me in this move was that we got a horse.&nbsp; I learned how to ride and went out (on Johnny) on a daily basis.&nbsp; This new school was probably the hardest for me to adjust to as I was teased a lot by some of the other girls.&nbsp; I became very self conscious of [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><font size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As I entered into puberty, </span><font size="3">I also started at another new school.&nbsp; Dad had moved our family to the country.&nbsp; The bonus for me in this move was that we got a horse.&nbsp; I learned how to ride and went out (on Johnny) on a daily basis.&nbsp; This new school was probably the hardest for me to adjust to as I was teased a lot by some of the other girls.&nbsp; I became very self conscious of my changing body; and fear increased.&nbsp; <br><br>We were only there a year and then moved back to the city and another new school.&nbsp; With each move, my pursuit of pleasing others grew to a point that I was getting dangerously close to just doing whatever my friends were getting into.&nbsp; I was entering into grade 7.</font><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br><br>I think the turning point for me growing up</span></font> was when was the summer following grade 9.&nbsp; Dad was asked to be the administrator for a new TV program called, &ldquo;100 Huntley St.&rdquo;&nbsp; Although this meant that we had to move yet again (and really at one of the worst times in a kid&rsquo;s life as I was a teenager), I remember watching something change in my dad.&nbsp; He started praying more and fasting and just taking a more obvious interest in God.&nbsp; My dad&rsquo;s whole focus turned to the Lord, and that is where it remained. &nbsp;<br><br>This move was pivotal for me personally too, as it allowed me a 2nd chance at being an authentic Christian in high school and also brought me to where I would meet my future husband.&nbsp; Up until this point I had been slowly succumbing to the pressure of my friends to get involved in the party life that they were involved in.&nbsp; I had been holding out on them, but by the end of grade 9, my will power was caving. <br><br>The last day of classes stands out to me and to really appreciate this, you have to understand that I was really a 'good girl' in school.&nbsp; I know, I know, yeah I was probably the kind that made you sick... :) I didn't skip classes, I got decent grades, and didn't go to dances and parties.&nbsp; But in all of this something was screaming inside of me, because I was feeling mocked and wanted so desperately to fit it.&nbsp; I hung around with a decent group of friends, but was always feeling somewhat on the outside because I wasn't involved in their weekend lifestyles.&nbsp; So, on this day I just took a deep breath and fearfully threw out my inhibitions. <br><br>We first left classes and went to a local park... looking for excitement (trouble).&nbsp; I don't remember how long we were there for, but I do recall a car pulling up with a couple of college age guys in it, asking us if we wanted a ride.&nbsp; We were in such a crazy mood that we hopped in not knowing where they were taking us.&nbsp; I remember feeling scared, but acting tough &amp; carefree.<br><br>They took us to a conservation area where there was a large bush party going on.&nbsp; I saw a lot of kids from school there.&nbsp; They were drunk and things were really out of control.&nbsp; All of a sudden there was panic everywhere!&nbsp; Someone yelled that the police were raiding and then I saw one of my girlfriends (from church) being tossed into the bushes so the cops wouldn't find her.&nbsp; She was so drunk that she had no idea what was going on.&nbsp; It was at this point that a light went on inside of me.&nbsp; I could not believe that I had allowed myself to get to this place and I turned, and ran, just wanting somehow to get home.<br>This incident scared me so much.&nbsp; I knew that I was riding a fine line emotionally and that I needed God to intervene.&nbsp; And that's just what He did...<br><br>We moved that summer. There I was stuck in another new city, school and church... only this time, I was grateful.&nbsp; I felt like I was being rescued and offered another chance to make things right.&nbsp; In retrospect, I believe that God spared me from a lot of heartache.<br><br>God is so faithful and knows the cry of our heart.&nbsp; He knows our limitations and just how much we can handle.&nbsp; We may do things that we do not want to do, but it is the heart that He sees.&nbsp; He sees the regret, the brokenness, the repentance.&nbsp; He hears the cry for help; and He helps. &nbsp;<br><br><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God. Psalm 51:17</span></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[4.  Guard your Heart]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/guard-your-heart.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/guard-your-heart.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:18:54 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/guard-your-heart.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I am grateful for my upbringing!&nbsp; It was not perfect, but whose is?!&nbsp; My parents both loved God, us, and were committed to each other.&nbsp; We moved a lot, but mom &amp; dad always made it a priority to find things in the community to hook us kids into and a church that had something positive to offer for our ages.&nbsp; We learned to pray for others, respect God, and most [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><font size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am grateful for my upbringing!</span></font>&nbsp; It was not perfect, but whose is?!&nbsp; My parents both loved God, us, and were committed to each other.&nbsp; We moved a lot, but mom &amp; dad always made it a priority to find things in the community to hook us kids into and a church that had something positive to offer for our ages.&nbsp; We learned to pray for others, respect God, and most of all: to desire to do His will.&nbsp; I am so grateful for that!<br /><br />We had lots of fun times &amp; opportunities.&nbsp; My mom gave me a precious gift by simply 'being a mom'.&nbsp; She was always there.&nbsp; She was home with us in our young years, and we knew that we were her priority.&nbsp; She is the one who has taught me how to be a mom, and who is now reflected in our children as they journey into parenting.&nbsp; It's amazing to me how many things just kind of pass through the generations.&nbsp; I watch as our children instinctively do things with their babies that I did with them.&nbsp; I know that these things have come from mom; thanks mom!<br /><br />My dad was the adventurer.&nbsp; He liked to push the edge and do things that were a little daring.&nbsp; We hiked trails, we canoed to James Bay, we sped down hilly roads to get a stomach thrill... he was also the one who taught me how to drive :)!&nbsp; It was dad who took me to try out for a girl's hockey team and dad who caught me dancing at my Grade 8 graduation!&nbsp; (I know these things don't mean much now, but they were a big deal when I was 12 or 13.)<br /><br />But, like I said, it was not all perfect.&nbsp; Our spiritual roots were deep and family bonds very tight, but some emotional &amp; relational roots were a little shaky.&nbsp; My dad had a hard time showing affection and feeling.&nbsp; He had endured a lot of verbal and physical abuse from his father and would rarely talk about it, saying that he would go to his grave without telling all... and he did.&nbsp; My mom was from a fairly conservative home.&nbsp; She was fun loving and active and never cared to discuss anything negative.&nbsp; She knew how to say sorry (which was absolutely HUGE in my life) and &lsquo;held the fort&rsquo; so to speak during some extremely busy &amp; tense years of my dad trying to establish himself in business.<br /><br />It was in those years that my parents would have frequent arguing matches; the most significant often climaxing on a Sunday... go figure.&nbsp; I remember some incredibly tense drives to church and then I would walk in like nothing had ever happened.&nbsp; I learned from a young age to appear normal (whatever that is) in public and to give the impression of confidence.&nbsp; Hindsight shows me that the pressures they faced financially, emotionally from their own hurts and practically, were probably the greatest contributing factors to the stress in our home.&nbsp; Dad seemed to want reality to kind of &lsquo;hang right out there&rsquo; (and it often did through anger) and my mom was always trying to keep things at bay and in order&hellip;<br /><br />During the first 18 years of my life, our family moved 9 times.&nbsp; I was in 6 different elementary schools, 2 high schools, and 3 churches.&nbsp; I would just get to know new friends and start to relax and then we would move again, just to start the whole process all over.&nbsp; This resulted in an incredible fear of people as I was always trying to break into someone&rsquo;s established circle.&nbsp; I constantly tried to give the impression of confidence, but inside I was torn apart by the fear that I would be rejected by my new found peers.&nbsp; As I grew, I learned to be self sufficient &amp; independent and for the most part (which as you can guess), that is not healthy.&nbsp; I did not know how much I needed people and unfortunately, did not start to recognize this until I was well into my 30&rsquo;s.<br /><br />I want to stop here and tell you of an experience that I had in this season of my life.&nbsp; I am not sure of my exact age, but I was probably in Grade 3 or 4.&nbsp; My parents had gone away somewhere and had left me at a friend's house for the night.&nbsp; I remember sleeping in my friend's room and that she went and stayed in her parent's.&nbsp; Her room was so dark that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.&nbsp; It was scary for me, but I finally got to sleep.&nbsp; Sometime through the night though, I awoke absolutely terrified for there was a hand on my side.&nbsp; It was impossible for anyone to be there as my back against the wall, but I couldn't see anything in the pitch black.&nbsp; All I knew was that it felt real and it felt incredibly evil.&nbsp; I was petrified!&nbsp; I finally got the courage to find my way out of the room to ask for help.&nbsp; I hesitantly knocked on the parent's door and when they answered I told them what happened.&nbsp; Instead of the anticipated compassion and help though, I received humiliation as they thought I was overreacting and being stupid.&nbsp; They simply helped me find the washroom and then sent me back to bed ... to that incredibly dark room.<br /><br />Hindsight for me was that I was already in a vulnerable position that night as I was nervous to begin with, staying with this new friend's family.&nbsp; With my nerves already on an edge and then the attack (or whatever you might want to call it!) happening, my emotions and heart were wide open and required help.&nbsp; Instead of receiving the love and comfort that was needed, I was given misunderstanding and rejection.&nbsp; Instead of the fear being shut down and healed, it was fed and rooted in.&nbsp; I don't know if this sounds familiar to any of you, but I have not only experienced this personally but have heard it told by others through different circumstances in their own lives.<br /><br />I don't understand everything that goes on, only God can truly perceive all.&nbsp; What I do know is that for all of these years (almost 40!), I have struggled against a gripping fear that I would be rejected again by a friend or someone that I trust.&nbsp; You see, if rejection comes through an enemy we are somewhat expectant of it and possibly not harmed by it. When it comes to us via a friend or someone we trust; our heart can be caught 'off guard' so to speak and deeply hurt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Proverbs 4:23 says this:&nbsp; "Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." </span><br /><br />I think that this explains what I am trying to say.&nbsp; Our hearts are pliable and vulnerable if not guarded properly.&nbsp; I know that I was young and unknowing in this circumstance, but those over me should have known better.&nbsp; You've heard the phrase, 'sticks and stones may hurt your bones, but words will never hurt you'.&nbsp; It is such a lie!&nbsp; Sticks and stones may hurt your bones, but words have the power of life and death in them.<br /><br />As I hold the picture of myself; a little girl in freedom, I am encouraged and continue to seek God for who He made me to be.&nbsp; God through His Holy Spirit, at just the right time, reveals answers that allow me to come closer as I respond in obedience to Him.&nbsp; You see, on that night many years ago, my heart's door was opened by terror.&nbsp; Because the adults who were there for my protection did not protect &amp; shield me, fear and rejection walked right in.&nbsp; What I have come to realize is that at the point these fears walked in, they also sat down and made themselves at home in me.&nbsp; They walked in and were a constant struggle for me until I told them to leave.&nbsp; <br /><br />If you have wrestled with fears of any kind, you know what I am talking about.&nbsp; For years I was terrified to go to sleep.&nbsp; I would not hang any part of my body over the edge of my bed for fear of something being under it, ready to grab me.&nbsp; I have also been a people pleaser, always trying to keep everyone happy so I wouldn't be rejected by them; afraid to really say what was on my mind and be me because I might get laughed at...&nbsp; <br /><br />As God revealed these things to me I realized that to be free I would need to apply some of His principles:<br /><ol><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">I forgave my friends</span> for their lack of sensitivity, their humiliation and the hurt that they caused me.&nbsp; I don't mean that I tracked them down and confronted them; I don't think they even understood the implications of what they were doing.&nbsp; I also believe that is the case for most people.&nbsp; Remember what Jesus said on the cross?&nbsp; Father forgive them for they don't know what they are doing.&nbsp; All I did was simply pray in private with a trusted friend and let it go.&nbsp; <br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">I also took responsibility for my own actions</span> in that for all of these years I allowed these fears a place in my heart. I repented for this and gave them to Jesus.&nbsp; Paul tells us in Colossians 3 to 'put off' the old things that you used to live in.&nbsp; That in essence, is what I did the day I prayed these things.&nbsp; God's principles work!&nbsp; Now, I can appropriate the forgiveness and power of Jesus in my life and see things set free that were once bound.</li></ol><br />I'm going to stop here for today.&nbsp; Be blessed and I pray that "the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:7</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[3. Little Child]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door-contd.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door-contd.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:41:01 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door-contd.html</guid><description><![CDATA[ [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span  style=" position: relative; float: left; z-index: 10; "><a><img src="http://www.wandamann.ca/uploads/1/7/4/0/1740975/7807518.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"><span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus said, "That unless we change and become as a little  child, we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven". (Matthew 18:3)</span></font><br /><br />Don't  worry; I'm not returning to my literal childhood like a magical time  warp out of reality!&nbsp; That would be denial (and probably insanity!).&nbsp;  But I have desperately desired to know the purity and total acceptance  of who God made me to be and to know the abandonment of self and peace  that comes with trust.&nbsp; In this picture of myself as a child I see such  confidence, such joy and laughter; things I possessed without even  knowing they were there.</div><hr  style=" width: 100%; clear: both; visibility: hidden; "></hr><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">I am going to say something that may seem obvious to you, but has  actually been one of my greatest stumbling blocks to freedom; 'You have  to see, to see'.&nbsp; Another way to say it would be, &lsquo;You don&rsquo;t know what  you don&rsquo;t know&rsquo;.&nbsp;&nbsp; Let me explain.&nbsp; Jesus did not just say that we  needed to become like a small child, but that we needed to <span style="font-style: italic;">change </span>and become like a small  child.&nbsp; If I couldn&rsquo;t perceive the need for change, how would I ever  change? <br /><font size="4"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Hindsight may be pretty clear, but perception is often cloudy.</span></font>&nbsp; Somehow without even noticing it, I had grown old and forgot.&nbsp; Somehow I had opened the door to things like fear and arrogance, and closed it the truth and love.<br /><br />Paul talks about this in 1 Corinthians 13:12.&nbsp; Listen to what he says: <br />&ldquo;We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!&rdquo;(The Message Bible)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">God does not expect us to &ldquo;see&rdquo; it all at once.</span>&nbsp; In fact, my husband once pointed out to me that if I could see everything that God wanted to deal with in me... I'd probably die :).&nbsp; That&rsquo;s His job and He is the only one capable of bearing everything; in fact, He bore it all years ago on the cross.&nbsp; He is the One that is all knowing, not me.&nbsp; It has been enough for me to &lsquo;get it&rsquo; one step at a time for God knows that it would have crushed my spirit to see all my need in one instance.&nbsp; We are all on a journey.&nbsp; Our responsibility is to listen for that knocking, for it never stops.&nbsp; He comes at just the right time to sit and have a meal with us; to nourish and teach us if we&rsquo;ll let Him.&nbsp; God knows what we can bear.&nbsp; He is wisdom and He is love and His desire for us is to love and be one with us.<br /><br />There is an interesting example that God gives us in scripture regarding this.&nbsp; God was giving instructions to the Israelites before they entered into the Promised Land.&nbsp; This land was occupied by a lot of people and would need to be conquered.&nbsp; He explains to them that He would go ahead of them causing the occupying nations to leave but, He would not do it all in one fell swoop.&nbsp; Listen to what God says to the Israelites in Exodus 23:29-30: <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">&ldquo;I will not drive them out from before you in one year, lest the land become desolate and the beasts of the field become too numerous for you. Little by little I will drive them out from before you, until you have increased, and you inherit the land.&rdquo;&nbsp; (New King James Version)</span><br /><br />Don&rsquo;t you just love God!&nbsp; You see if this was up to me, I would have planned a mass invasion to get in and get settled as fast as possible; you know:&nbsp; 'Get on with the program' kind of thinking!&nbsp; But what God in His wisdom knew, is that they would not have been able to sustain everything and hang on to the land.&nbsp; They needed to move slowly and strategically as He led them, getting rooted and established, growing and then moving to the next phase of advancement.<br /><br />Our human limitations are known to God.&nbsp; He knows what we can handle and will only work to benefit us. and will always work to benefit us, leading us &lsquo;little by little&rsquo; or &lsquo;from glory to glory&rsquo;.&nbsp; <br /><br />Our responsibility is to be willing to simply take a step toward Him and ask Him what He wants to show us today; that we open the door, let Him in and let Him lead.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Jesus said,  &ldquo;Behold, I stand at the door and knock.&nbsp; If anyone hears my voice and  opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with  Me.&nbsp;&nbsp; Revelation 3:20</span> <br /><br />...more's coming.<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[2.  The Beginning]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 08:06:17 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/02/the-open-door.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Jesus said, &ldquo;Behold, I stand at the door and knock.&nbsp; If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.&nbsp;&nbsp; Revelation 3:20I was born January 10th, 1962.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t recall too much of that day ...well actually nothing, but that&rsquo;s not so unusual, eh?&nbsp; Yes!&nbsp; I am Canadian with my ro [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Jesus said, &ldquo;Behold, I stand at the door and knock.&nbsp; If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.&nbsp;&nbsp; Revelation 3:20</span><br /><br />I was born January 10th, 1962.&nbsp; I don&rsquo;t recall too much of that day ...well actually nothing, but that&rsquo;s not so unusual, eh?&nbsp; Yes!&nbsp; I am Canadian with my roots coming out of Montreal, Quebec.&nbsp; I grew up the 2nd oldest in a family of six (2 brothers, a sister with my mom &amp; dad).&nbsp; We moved to Ontario when I was four and that is where my memory starts kicking in.<br /><br />This is the place that I got my first two-wheeler bike.&nbsp; It was oversized and had really fat tires.&nbsp; I remember (proudly) painting it a brilliant peacock blue, with the help of my dad of course.&nbsp; I was so proud of it and felt so grown up!&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; Hindsight can be terribly funny, can&rsquo;t it?&nbsp; We used to ride all over the place; and without grown-ups too.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s hard to believe now as none of us would ever let our children go the distances that we were allowed to then.&nbsp; Things have changed so much.<br /><br />Our house was right across from the public school that I attended for Kindergarten and Grade 1.&nbsp; I still remember my 1st Grade teacher&rsquo;s name, Miss Monk.&nbsp; She was one of my all time favourites (if I could only let her know now&hellip;).<br /><br />We had a lot of fun in those few years with tons of friends, playing T-ball in the summer, riding our bikes, going to the corner store, and watching TV on our rounded-edged, black and white screen.&nbsp; I liked adventure and I liked fun.&nbsp; We played and explored, we went on hikes and caught bugs and we imagined ourselves to be teachers and moms and actors&hellip;<br /><br />You know the saying &lsquo;kids will do the darnedest things&rsquo;?&nbsp; Well, I recall playing in my friend's basement and &hellip; um, there was this big line of empty beer bottles stored along the wall &hellip; and, uh, we would find the ones with something left in the bottom of them and drink the remnants.&nbsp; Of course, we never told our parents and never really got more than a few drops.&nbsp; Ugh!&nbsp; I&rsquo;ve never had any since!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was 5 when I met God.</span>&nbsp; Although I do not remember every detail, I remember the moment well.&nbsp; I was sitting up late with my dad and he was telling me how Jesus died on a cross so that I could have my sins forgiven.&nbsp; When I went to bed, the conversation continued to linger in my spirit.&nbsp; This wasn&rsquo;t the first time I&rsquo;d heard about Jesus, but for some reason it was the first time that &lsquo;I really heard&rsquo; ... if you know what I mean.&nbsp; I became so overwhelmed by His love and that He would go through so much for me that I started to cry.&nbsp; My dad must have heard me, because he came back into the room.&nbsp; He prayed with me as I accepted what Jesus did for me and asked Him to come into my life.&nbsp; Over the years, dad was often there to teach me of the deep things of God.<br /><br />As an adult, I have not always been so quick to respond to God&rsquo;s knocking as reason and fear have held too strong a place in my life.&nbsp; I do believe though, that He gave me this experience as a young child to anchor my spirit and memory.</div><span  style=" position: relative; z-index: 10; float: right; "><a><img src="http://www.wandamann.ca/uploads/1/7/4/0/1740975/2878963.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; display: block; "><br />A few years ago, when I was crying out to God for that childlike freedom, He led me to a picture that my mom had given me of when I was 3 or 4 years old.&nbsp; Yes it's the one you can see here....&nbsp; I have kept that picture in front of me (blown it up and hung it on my office wall) and asked God to take me back to the freedom that I so obviously had as a child.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus said, &ldquo;That unless we change and  become as a little child, we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven&rdquo;.  (Matthew 18:3)</span><br /><br />I love that! <br /></div><hr  style=" clear: both; width: 100%; visibility: hidden; "></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[1. HindSIGHT intro]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/hindsight-intro1.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/hindsight-intro1.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 11:29:16 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/hindsight-intro1.html</guid><description><![CDATA["And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the the death."&nbsp; Revelation 12:11If hindsight is a good teacher, then I will let it teach me now.&nbsp; For the sake of my future, I must remember the past and recall the faithfulness of God.&nbsp; For whether I found myself in a pit of my own making or one imp [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">"And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the the death."&nbsp; Revelation 12:11<br /><br /><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4">If hindsight is a good teacher, then I will let it teach me now.</font>&nbsp; For the sake of my future, I must remember the past and recall the faithfulness of God.&nbsp; For whether I found myself in a pit of my own making or one imposed by someone else, God always showed up at my request.&nbsp; He is who He says He is; He is love and has been my protector &amp; salvation, healer &amp; caretaker, my redeemer and deliverer time and time again.&nbsp; I know that I am not even aware of the vast majority of His great interventions on my behalf and am also sure that is for my protection as well, for I would probably be overcome with the shame and guilt of understanding all my failures and how many times He has rescued me.<br /><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"><br />It&rsquo;s His love that compels me.&nbsp;</font> (2 Corinthians 5:14) I am drawn to it like a bug to a light and want so much to bring others to it.<br /><br />A good friend of mine gave me this quote in Nov. &rsquo;97:<br /></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: center; "><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">&ldquo;While He is totally transforming me, He is making me more myself than  ever before!&rdquo;</span></div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">So, come with me back to the beginning where I remember a kind of happy  recklessness as a child; a freedom that was somehow lost through the  years.&nbsp; It is that recklessness, that self abandonment that I have set  my sights to return to!</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[First Post!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/first-post.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/first-post.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 19:06:48 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.wandamann.ca/1/post/2009/01/first-post.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Hello everyone!Over the next while&nbsp;(for however long it will take), I will be writing down my story.&nbsp; I've called it 'HindSIGHT' for now and wanted&nbsp;to share it with you because maybe, just maybe you can relate and I can encourage you in your life journey.God is good.&nbsp; That's a fact even when we can't feel that it is.&nbsp; He is here right now, waiting to express Himself t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Hello everyone!<br /><br />Over the next while&nbsp;<EM>(for</EM> <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">however long it will take)</SPAN>, I will be writing down my story.&nbsp; I've called it 'HindSIGHT' for now and wanted&nbsp;to share it with you because maybe, just maybe you can relate and I can encourage you in your life journey.<br /><br />God is good.&nbsp; That's a fact even when we can't feel that it is.&nbsp; He is here right now, waiting to express Himself to all of us.&nbsp; My prayer is that He will do that as I write, and we will all fall madly in love with Him!<br /><br />A friend of mine gave me this quote years ago and it's with this that I leave you today:<br /><br /><EM style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">&ldquo;While He is totally transforming me, </SPAN></EM><EM style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial">He is making me more myself than ever before!&rdquo;</SPAN></EM><br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />...Wanda</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

