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Life is Fragile...
Handle with
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Hi...my name is Val.
I am a spirit-filled Christian. I come out of a background of abuse and alcohol & drug issues...I have an understanding of pain of all kinds.
I am willing to pray for you if you email me and let me know your need and your email.
Please let me know about answers to prayer, and also drop me a line once in awhile.
May God Bless You as you journey through this life...
In Christ's Love,
���������� Val. |
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As this picture represents a storm so often our lives feel like that. I have been in this place many times in my life and can empathize with others...feel free to share with others what you feel. It tends to educate them. Val. |
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My Life Behind the White Picket Fence....... |
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My life as an infant was very unsettled. My mom moved with me from Canada to Germany when I was 6 months old. I had a club foot at birth(left), and had surgery and a 2 month hospital stay within my first year of life.
I have lost a lot of memories from my early life...I do remember all the noise from the parties there were when I was young, and my inability to sleep stayed with me until the age of 40 when a kind doctor gave me a medication that helps me sleep.
I don't remember my father at all. Apparently we moved back to Canada when I was 3, although I can't recall that other than from the pictures I have of mom, dad, and me all together that one Christmas.
That fell apart again, so back to Germany we went once more. Too many moves at a young age. I think I was very hurt? when we finally left Germany, I had grown attached to my Oma (grandma) although I saw her in Canada 2 or 3 times as well. |
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So, born in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Moved to Germany at 6 months...to Victoria at 3...to Germany at 3...to Fernie at 4...to Germany at 5...to Nelson at 6. Then, finally some stability...in Nelson from age 6-12. I started school in Germany, so when we moved to Nelson, I had to learn to read and write in English. That accomplished, I went to the same school from Grade 1-7. I made a dear friend with and older lady down the street. We would play cards and she would make me scones and tea. She has since passed on, but I will never forget her kindness to me. During that time at age 7 my real father committed suicide; at age 8 my dad's first wife died after suffering many years with M.S.; at age 12 my dad died after suffering several heart attacks. This was to put a shadow over my teen years that I was unaware of at that time. I had a very difficult time after my dad's death...went into a shock for several days...and I missed him so much. So it was me and Mom now, and we both had to go through many adjustments after dad died...it was a difficult time for us.(now I can understand the hard times my Mom endured.) |
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After my dad died my mom and I moved. Vancouver became my home from ages 12-18...I went to two different schools for grade 8...including half a year of boarding school...ugh...then a short 1 year move to Victoria...2 schools for grade 9 one on semester system and one not on it...fun. That year my sister, Rebecca, was born in 1972.I had been an only child for 13 years, but I dearly loved my little sister.I remember holding her and thinking she was so sweet. Then back to Vancouver, this time sharing our home with another single mom and her two children...that was the year I started raising guinea pigs. Grade 10 was in one school...the year I made friends with my French teacher...and learned the art of sarcasm 101...a year of change. We kept in touch for many years...she was special.The kind of person you never forget. |
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The year I was to start grade 11, my mom, Rebecca and I moved into a house in Vancouver with her boyfriend and his 16 year old daughter. That was the year I started smoking,started drinking at my mom's weekend house parties...once more by the Grace of God, I had a grade 11 and 12 choir teacher who encouraged me... I graduated in 1976. I went to sea cadets during these two years...that is where I met 3 of my boyfriends. The summer after I graduated,I met Phillip...went to basic training for the canadian armed forces...and left within a month...left home and lived with Phil in the Spring of 77...got pregnant...married in July 77 and moved to Tahsis in August of 77...abuse soon came up in our home...too young and scared to know what to do at that time...15 years later I broke free...in 1992.(it took 3 times of leaving before I finally left the 4th time for good.) |
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Between 1977-1981 I had given birth to 3 precious daughters...the abuse had increased, although at the time I thought this was normal. My youngest daughter was born 3 months early, but by the Grace of God, she is 21 and a wonderful young woman who also has a deep faith in God. At birth, she had a cleft lip and palate and needed a shunt in her head to drain fluid. Then began a series of trips to Vancouver Childrens' Hospital...by age 6 my daughter had undergone 6 or 7 surgeries, and yet all with a sweet and caring spirit for others. To this day she amazes me, all my girls do. They are now all in their early 20's, and I am now a "Nana" to 2 more sweet girls...Mariah is 4 now, and Kyla is almost one year ...they are Nana's pride and joy.
I left Phil with the help of my Mom in 1983-84...Phil visited us in Burns Lake that Christmas, promised things would be better, so I returned to Tahsis with him. (NOT) The girls and I ended up leaving again and going to Vancouver area in 1987...Phil then had me served with a custody order for all the girls...under pressure...we returned once again...By now this was beginning to affect my health, and I had less friends in our small community this time.
The emotional abuse, and all other abuse drove me to leave again in 1990 until 1991, this time without the girls, and that hurt so bad...My final departure was in June of 1992, this time it was over...I talked to Phil and my girls...the girls all were in their pre-teens and teens, a very rough time for them, but they chose to stay in Tahsis in their school and with their friends and with each other...I refused to take one and leave the others behind...I walked out the door that day with a suitcase and a guitar and a broken heart...Phil would not leave, so I HAD to. The emotional abuse destroyed everything inside me over the years...then came the drinking and pill abuse and marijuana use...I turned from Good Christian Mom and Wife into a very hurt woman who just needed to heal...I stayed in Tahsis for 4 months to make sure the girls would be okay, or as okay as it could be, and on Oct.10, 1992, I moved to Campbell River, BC. This was the first time in my life that I had ever been alone, and leaving my girls behind, not seeing them often, broke my heart into pieces. |
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One 15 year marriage and a 2nd marriage(6weeks)and a 3rd marriage(just a little over a year) 3 months in d/a treatment, 2 years of counselling and group therapy. I am now in Victoria...since Sept/2001 I have developed IBS and CF and Spinal problems...and live daily with PTSD...I am blessed by the Lord to have a chance to bless others on line. I can relate to many of you and please feel free to write...God bless you...Love Val Also check out my other webpages...if you write I would be glad to send you the links for them. |
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