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This is My Story!

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"There is a way that seems right to a man, but it's end is the way of death." Proverbs 14:2
I walked in the way of that verse for many years, only I didn’t realize “death” was waiting for me at the end had I kept walking. I don’t mean literal death but spiritual death. I had a lot of things embedded in my mind of what I thought was the right way to live and I truly believed that my dedication to all the rules I followed was God honouring. My parents did a great job of being parents and theres so much I thank them for; I could never imagine a life that they lived and everything they went through. I know they tried their best most times but the sad reality often times is that hurt people, hurt people and that cycle can go round and round until freedom is found and then free people can free people.


I wish I wouldn’t have wasted so much time following and serving a god that was not real. The god I served was stern, mean, and scared me to death; he had many many rules that we…

His Love Gently Fathering Me

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Hello, hello!

Why don’t you grab a cup of hot coffee and settle into a comfy recliner as I share my story with you today?

Hi, I’m Nancy Guenther. I was born into an Old Colony Russian Mennonite family, as many (maybe most??) of you were. It was a large family. Isn’t that surprising? ;) By the time I was born, there were 7 of us: two girls, boy, girl, two boys, and me. I was followed by 4 more boys. I love having grown up with a ton of sibs.

Looking back, I see that my life has been nothing short of amazing, although not easy. It’s not been absolutely awful either, but rather an incredible mixture of awesome and awful. Good and bad. Ups and downs. Highs and lows. I see the marks of God all over it, from the day I was born (quite literally) until today, the day I sit here and attempt to tell you about it. I really wish I could share the details of many of the events and circumstances, simply cuz God’s been so good and gracious in all of it, but I hear the clock ticking and you have to g…

The Unlikely Homemaker!

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Do it yourself freezer meals? Canning? Being hospitality ready?
These were all foreign ideas to me. I did know how to cook a few things which maaay or may not have been as a result of an unfortunate incident when, at the age of nine, I was instructed to “cook some beans”. Several hours and four hangry brothers later... I learned a valuable lesson. Add water to the pot in order for the beans to actually cook. Who knew?
People often felt sorry for me as a child, growing up without a mom. She passed away two weeks after my fifth birthday, just ten days after giving birth to my baby sister. At the time, I didn't really grasp it. Of course I was sad to have lost her, but I didn’t see that my life was much different from those around me. It wasn’t until after I got married that I really began to understand what had been lost.
I didn’t know much about anything when it came to being a good wife. Despite all my dreams of the super-amazing woman I thought I would be when I got married, in rea…

My Walk to Faith

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"This is amazing grace
This is unfailing love
That You would take my place
That You would bear my cross
You lay down Your life
That I would be set free
Oh, Jesus, I sing for
All that You've done for me"


In the last few months this song has been in my heart as a reminder of what God has done for me. As God works in my life, It seems that what I have to share with you is constantly changing. Once again I have left the task of writing this to the last minute. This is what I have to share as of today, March 3rd, 2019.

I have studied Paul's letters quite a bit lately. Paul encouraged Christians even in times when he was
suffering for his faith. I have been amazed at what all God did in his life!
I believe much of what I have gone through is in preparation to serve God more faithfully. Today I can say that is what I want. A few verses that sometime leave me baffled are these:
James 1:2-4 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
because you …

Two Lives; One Identity

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Looking back at my growing up years, I can see why I may have been confused about many things. We were the type of family that went to Mexico for the winter, and came here, to Ontario, for the summer.

In Mexico we went to school where we learned to read and write High German and learned to say the Katachism from memory. The general behaviour and way of living was vastly different from Ontario.

In Ontario we worked on the fields wearing the type of clothing everyone else wore for work, which was pants with a cap. Our hair was also styled and cut to fit in with those around us. We normally had a TV int he house, which was so different from Mexico where it would have been viewed as a sin. (I think it was here too, but maybe too available to resist) I remember there were Sunday's when we came home from church and my dad would throw the TV out because of the conviction; only to come home with another one a few weeks later. When the summer would drag into fall we had to attend public scho…

My Story

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I got saved right before my 13th birthday.I loved laughing, and I still do.But, I carried this weight of loneliness around, even though I was surrounded with friends.There was a void in my heart, and I didn’t know how it was to be filled, but I longed for it to be made full.I was so young; I don’t really remember what I thought about God.I remember always believing God was there and He knew everything about me.I always believed the Bible was true and that there was Heaven and Hell.Furthermore, I knew that God sent his one and only Son to die for my sins so that we could have eternal life.
The thing was it wasn’t personal.I was young, and influenced by the pop culture of my day and my peers in school.The girls at school loved talking about boys they liked, and experimented with wearing make-up and wearing fashionable clothes.I felt so pressured to be like them, so I could fit in, and be liked.Everyone wants to be liked.Maybe that would fill the void my heart felt.But, I had voices in my…

Warmth!

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I love warmth. Fuzzy blankets on hand at all times, socks and slippers, fleece lined leggings that you can wear under pretty much anything, fingers curled around a mug of hot chocolate, tea, or coffee. In these winter months I will do pretty much anything to stay warm. Somehow my children missed my cold genes because from my 6 year old down to my 10 month old I cannot keep a jacket or blanket on them willingly.
The season of Christmas should be one of warmth; not only outwardly but inwardly as well!
Here are a few ways we can stay warm inwardly this season.
Be Intentional We tend to get caught up in our own lists and to-do’s that we miss out on what is most important. Take time to slow down and do things on purpose with a purpose! This is a perfect time to teach your children the importance of giving, whether its writing christmas cards, making and delivering baked goods to friends and neighbours, or packing an operation christmas child box! Make this time count!
Look at others through J…