The Klondike Man

I'm not sure you could call him much of a man.

Trying to look up a word to describe him was very hard. The word that came to mind was "scum." But it means worthless, he still is made by God even though the enemy has a hold of him and is using him to belittle and use and abuse other Children of the King. Other words that came to mind were despicable, vile, but mainly just the scum of the earth. None of them are quite right or bring justice to the way I felt Wednesday evening and Thursday morning.
Some say, "Oh, they got themselves into it, it's all they are used to." Maybe they did make the first move in that direction. Sure it probably was a choice, but one that was most definitely made while on drugs or needing another fix. Some probably got pulled into it by peer pressure or an older male. It starts small and works its way up.

Knowing people who have been/are addicted to crystal meth definitely brings light into this situation for me. I know of someone who was addicted to meth. This stuff has such a hold on people. Needing a fix desperately she went to her neighbor who she barely knew and did the deed so he would give her drugs. She went home feeling horrible until she had her fix...then it all went away. But not really. This drug makes a person so greedy and selfish, all they want is more and they are willing to sell their body if it means they will get more. She slept with many men so she could get her drugs and wash her world away...and then she got pregnant. She didn't know who the dad was and felt absolutely horrible. She felt used and abused. Such a pretty girl but absolutely no confidence in herself because of these low-lifes who will actually be so perverted to sleep with a girl in exchange for drugs or money.

...And so she had an abortion, and felt even more terrible for the decision she had made. How can I raise a child when I don't know who the father is? I can't have another child now I'm too messed up. I can't give these drugs up, it's selfish, but I just can't. She drank until she was plastered the night before she had the abortion.


Wednesday night I was driving home from a party. Not that kind of party, but a birthday party. I was at the very west end of 20th street driving towards the Idylwyld Bridge in the right hand lane. I had a wonderful evening but it was 11:30 and I was tired and I knew that I would be wiped in the morning. I was full of joy and peace and just enjoying the drive home. Around St. Pauls Hospital I noticed the SUV in front of me had a licence plate other than Saskatchewan. All I could make out at first was the writing at the top saying "The Klondike." I had no clue where that would be from. A couple of blocks later this SUV started slowing down at every intersection. I was tired and wanting to get home and this was getting rather annoying. He would slow down to 30 at the intersection, just get up to 50 and slow down for the next intersection. I was very tempted to slam on my horn. I was thinking, Can't you tell that this is a main drag. These intersections are controlled you don't need to slow down. We were now a couple of blocks from Avenue H. I noticed two girls on the corner, one was helping the other re-tie or do up her halter top. I still belive that it had maybe just come undone or broke and she needed help. It was then that I noticed the male in the SUV turn and look at the girls and slow down. He had a ball cap on and I could see wherever he was looking.

A few minutes later it dawned on me as I noticed the man looking around more and more and still slowing at every intersection and looking around that he wasn't lost and he was well aware that these intersections were controlled. I also noticed that his licence plate was from the Yukon.

The SUV got to Avenue B and he turned right. I was fuming by this point and decided to turn aswell to see where he was going. He got to the intersection of 19th and was in the left hand lane. 19th and B is not a through street and so I knew if he went straight he would get stuck and I would know for sure what he was up to. but as I pulled up behing him he put his right signal light on and proceeded to turn and go up 19th (the direction he had just come from on 20th.) I knew there was no use in following him but I so badly wanted to drive up next to him, open my window and yell, JUST GO HOME!!!!!!! I drove home praying that he wouldn't be able to find anyone to use.

I didn't realize until the next morning when I was thinking about this and telling my co-worker that I had my dad's car which has a car phone in it and I could have phoned the police. Oh what pleasure would i have got out of that, although they maybe wouldn't have caught him.

Jesus, freer of all addictions I pray that you would touch all people that are bound so strongly by addictions that are not from you. Father, I pray for endless worth to be poured on these ladies and girls and that they would know that they are a Child of the Most High God and they are loved so dearly. Father I pray that men would take their rightful place as protectors and not predators of women. Jesus bring this world back into the way you intended it. Forgive us for making such a mess of things. Jesus give me even more of your heart for this land and these people, your people. It's not over until it's over, I will keep fighting until you say stop!

Life is busy.

Life is busy lately. Busy isn't always good, in fact although I enjoy every day and everything I get to do when it all adds up I'm just way too busy. I intend to do something about that shortly, like keeping a day planner and having some evenings to read and do nothing and spend more time with God than usual. So until then I feel I don't really have time to even write posts. I don't know how all you bloggers do it, except that maybe you are at home the majority of the time whereas I am not. Anyways, talk to you all as soon as I get something amazing and have time to write it.

More posts to come later

Oh, the frustration of not having the internet at home...I have not been able to contact any of the people from my missions trip, keep up with emails or write posts...but the day is coming soon when I will once again have the internet at home. I'm hoping it will be next week. Until then the luxury of using the internet at the library has worn off and I'm not sure there will be any posting happening here. I will probably check it a couple times this week though. I can hardly wait to read all your posts once again.

I believe my venting scared everyone from making comments...that's ok because it was more for me and...well I don't need to get into it. I'm back to my normal self though and don't be scared off...hehe

Every Young Woman's battle

I was wondering if anyone had the book Every Young Woman's battle. I would like to borrow it. It was suggested to me to read that one rather than just the Woman's one due to explicit talk. I agree. I take very good care of my books and so if you lend it to me I promise to take very good care of yours. Let me know if you know someone that has it please....Thanks

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Still very much in a healing process...I have some issues that are bothering me, but I think that it isn't so much other peoples problem even though they are doing them but that it is more my problem. I'm not sure I should even talk about it because I'm not sure I want people to know it's an issue for me.

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I believe that God has been teaching me that it is best to keep to myself when I go out with others and when I talk with others. I value friends so much and time with my friends is very precious to me. Like for example I had a wonderful time of healing and mentoring type thing with a friend of mine this week. I feel that if I would share, this would take away some of the preciousness and no one really needs to know anyways.
At one point in life I would hear that so-and-so was doing something with so-and-so and so then I would want to do something with so-and-so.....not so anymore. I truly believe that it is a game that many of us girls get trapped in. I feel that many times it comes across in pride and the attitude of "I'm so high and mighty because I have so-and-so for a friend." Well good for you and I hope God knocks you right on your butt and shows you your wrong attitude.
I'm just really peeved right now, and I don't really care if any of you got to hang out with Brad Pitt...God puts people in our lives and we are blessed by them differently. God gives us friends we need... and so keep on going on the popularity route all you want...but my moto has been and always will be....

"...Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference."

(This is a poem by R. Frost....visit this website to read)
http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html

P.S.
This isn't really aimed at anyone and so don't take it personal....Just needed to let some frustration out.


ahhhhh....

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

On Monday evening, July 4th my actual Birthday I had a small intimate party with a few girls that I am close to. (If you weren't invited please don't feel left out cuz I only invited a handful of people cuz I wanted it small.) We went to Alexander's Restaurant for supper, which had excellent food, and then went back to my house for cake and to visit. I think it was sometime at my house that God just hit me with the realization of how blessed I am with such wonderful ladies in my life that love me and that I can call friends. The last little while I've been walking a bit of a rocky road. It's been hard at times to hang out with people that are married and it's been hard to stop myself from feeling sorry for myself. God has blessed me with great friends. Thank you all for being there for me and supporting me and sticking with me on this hard walk the last little while. I am blessed immensely. I want to thank a certain someone (you know who you are) for helping me walk this journey and listen to my complaining and my hurt, my pity parties and my crying and sticking with me. Here I was looking for someone to be close with and you were right under my nose. I love you more than words can say and I am truly blessed abundantly for God to allow me to call you friend. I love you my sister. Many blessings on you and your family and everything you do!

How about a spare brother?

On Canada Day evening I had the most memorable Canada Day ever. I had the privelege of hanging out with Sarah and Ninette's crazy family. I had a lot of fun (even though the pic on Sarah's blogsite says otherwise.) It probably wouldn't have been nearly as fun if I had ended up soaking wet like the rest of people at the Canada Day celebration. The fireworks were amazing and well worth the camp-out. I think that the stepped it up a notch because it was Saskatchewan's Centennial. There sure were some neww neat ones anyways. So about the fun I had...I just love the Dunlops/Waldherrs/Moores. It was a wonderful experience to see how other families interact and to know that mine isn't that much out of the ordinary...or maybe we are both very extraordinary and on our own rockers. And so I was thinking the other day and just want to double check that there isn't a single spare brother floating around in that family of Dunlops. You all bless me so much. I'd be absolutely lost without you guys. (Especially Sarah and Ninette...my best of friends) I love you soooo much...thanks for letting me tag along.

Rubber boots anyone?

In case you don't know and in order for this to make sense, I'm house sitting for the Pinels from this past Saturday until this Thursday.
On Sunday it had started to rain before I headed out to the farm after church and continued to rain until I left for a few hours around 5. I got out there and everything was quite mucky and I thought it couldn't get worse. I had to go and check on the animals to make sure they had food and water. I also had to flush the well by running water outside for a while (due to them shocking the well before they left) Everything was wet and there was wetness all around. I wore shorts so my pants wouldn't get soaked and wore sandals because I didn't think to bring rubber boots. I looked outside at their front pond and it was overflowing onto the road. Then the roof started to leak right on the kitchen table. So I got a bowl, but it was leaking in three spots and the bowl was just a little too small to catch all three drips. I was just bringing a bigger bowl to the table when another leak sprung inches away from these other three leaks. This one was coming down way faster. Then as the water drop hit the bottom of the bowl it would splash everywhere...went to get rags to put in the bottom of the bowl.
Monday morning, I woke up on my Birthday and got ready for work. I was running late for work and knew that I would be a little late. I decided to turn right when I got to the end of the driveway. (I actually asked God which way to go, and I believed that He said to go to the right)
I turned the corner and the road wasn't very good. My mom had told me the key to dirt roads is not to stop but not to go fast. I was going about 30 over this not so nice area of road...then I saw there was some nice road ahead. It was more sandy and there were tracks on top of the road instead of sunken in. I thought I was in for some smooth sailing. Ahead I saw some water on the road and knew that I would be having some fun ahead again. I guess I was paying too much attention to the puddle ahead and not enough to the road right in front of me. I went sliding to the left and almost hit the ditch....sliding to the right and almost hit the ditch...sliding to the left and barely hit the ditch. If I had been driving an automatic I probably wouldn't have had this problem, but I'm just new to driving standard and so I was trying to remember to hit the clutch before the brake and put it in neutral and so my reaction time wasn't quite there. I wasn't in the ditch too bad, but my attempt to get out only made it worse by crawling forward and getting my front tires stuck in a puddle of water. I grabbed some of my things from the car and started my journey back to the house. It wasn't nearly as far as I thought, but trying to stay on my feet was very interesting. I was picturing in my mind, me falling on my butt slipping in the mudd. Another adventure was not needed for my birthday. Walking home I told myself, I'm just making memories. I'll never forget the morning of my 23 Birthday...no harm done

p.s. some nice neighbor with a tractor pulled the car out of the ditch before my dad and Warren got to it.

It's all about ME!!!!

Ok, so I go to read my comments on one of my previous blogs and all the comments are about "the blogless one." Now, I don't know if you all have figured this out or not, but this is MY BLOG!!! My blog is all about me, so everyone talk about me! LOL. So blogless one, instead of everyone using my site to talk about you, you should just get your own. I am still totally clueless as to who you are, but I would love to get that book that your children read that helped them with cleaning. So, from now on everyone talk about ME and everyone look at ME!!! LOL

YEAH!!!

Oh my goodness I can actually write a blog!!! I think it must be Gilles and Lloannes computer that won't let me cuz I'm at the library. So watch out here come the blogs.

All I can write is a title...help...

I HAVE LIKE 5 BLOGS I WANT TO WRITE

NO!!! IT WON'T LET ME WRITE A BLOG!!!

I can't write a post!!! help!!!!

It's all about ME!