The First Time I Saw Her

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Do you remember the first time you saw the future love of your life?

I do.

I don’t remember the specific date, but I do remember a lot of other details about that encounter.

It was a Sunday.

(I was working at BC Teen Challenge at the time. Teen Challenge was the program I entered to seek freedom from a 10 year drug addiction in 2000. One of the responsibilities I had while working at Teen Challenge was to travel, and share with various churches, groups, and businesses in our Province about the work of TC.)

I was visiting Living Word Christian Fellowship, in Cloverdale, BC. I had a few students with me who were going to share their story about what God has been doing in their lives since entering the doors of Teen Challenge. We unpacked the van and entered the building. We were in a warehouse type building. It was quite nice inside. I remember approaching double doors to enter the sanctuary, when out of the corner of my left eye – I saw her!

Wow! She was incredible! She had beautiful, blonde flowing hair. She was wearing a red turtle neck. Not a corny 80’s one – a nice one. You could tell she liked nice things. What stood out to me the most though was – her passion! She had her hands lifted in the air, and she was whole heartedly praying.

She just stood there.
Hands in the air.
Worshipping.

In that moment I said to God in my heart – “God, that’s the type of woman I want to marry one day.”

And that’s the story of the first time I saw Jamie Christina Schneider.

Stay tuned. Next time I tell the story what happens next.




Vegan Banana Muffins

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These are so good we wanted to share them with you.

2 cups gf flour, plus tbsp and 1 tsp of xanthan gum if the gf flour doesn’t have it in it….or 2 cups of pastry flour….
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp baking soda
pinch of sea salt
2 overripe bananas
1/2 cup avocado oil or grapeseed oil
2/3 cup pure maple syrup
2/3 cup almond milk
2.5 tsp pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup pitted dates(but I used chocolate chips instead, about a cup of them…)
1/4 cup roughly chopped pumpkin seeds plus 3 tbsp for the top of the muffins…

I also sprinkle maple sugar on the muffin tops before they go in the oven.

To make them….whisk dry ingredients together in a bowl….in a separate bowl, whisk together bananas, oil, maple syrup, almond milk, and vanilla. Thoroughly combine the dry and wet ingredients, fold in chocolate chips and seeds, place batter in muffin cups, sprinkle each muffin with pumpkin seeds and maple sugar.

Bake at 400 for 18-25 minutes, really depends on the oven. I just check in on them at 18 minutes and see if they are cooked through.

A Facebook Message

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I received this last night and wanted to share it here. I know this note isn’t just for me – there are a lot of people going through difficult times right now – so this applies to you as well!

I want to keep the author anonymous, but he needs to know how timely, how accurate, and important this note is to me. THANKS!

Here is the Facebook message…

Sean, it’s hard for me to articulate my thoughts about all this; like it just seems like it’s too complicated and like I won’t be able to speak clearly, plus I’ll just be saying the same things you hear from everyone (which, if it was me, would probably annoy me), so I just haven’t. But lately I’ve been feeling like I ought to try, again.

So, I’ma give ‘er a go…

I’ve imagined what it might be like to be given a diagnosis of something that is *supposed* to be likely to end tragically. I think of the emotions that would loom, and the instincts toward terror, and what a huge battle it could be to try and overcome, or even not be overcome *by, all those emotions.

Obviously imagine is all I can do, but sometimes when I do, it gets pretty vivid and my heart goes out to you something fierce.

Then I take that to God.

One thing on my mind is, if you’re feeling fear like I imagine you have been, your fear does not negate your faith. I don’t mean generically, I mean your faith for supernatural healing.
You’re more faithful than you might think, or feel that you are. Same with others who care about you (whose faith also, God can and will use).

I dunno why, or whether that means anything to you at all, but it occurred to me and I decided it was worth saying even if you didn’t need to hear it, rather than not saying it if there was a chance you did. All I know is, my focus landed on you, and as it did, that thought occurred to me, loud and clear:
You are more faithful than you think.
Word of knowledge, or something? Probably only you could know that. But I also know that that’s a valid principle in general, so if you can use it, there it is.

Meanwhile, I commend you that you’re persevering in faith, not giving up the fight (perseverance is BRUTAL against the flesh/unbelief, and satan himself!! Perseverance alone is a tremendous key/weapon).

This will pay off, Sean. Your warfare will end in victory, if you continue despite the mountain of physical evidence stacked up against God’s faithfulness, so do not give in to despair. Go ahead, stack it all up (the contrary evidence): it’s still just a mountain, and Jesus said we can tell them to go jump in the lake, and they’ll obey us.

Perseverance is the key, and you’ve been persevering. And the door is gonna open.
I’m gonna tell you what you already know: you are a beloved son of the most high, and he suffered and died to provide life and healing for you. This is not his will, and he wants you to receive healing.

I’m deeply sorry that you’ve had to suffer like you have. It grieves me, and it pisses me off something heinous, that you’ve had to go through this. Satan is a goof. Let’s kick his face in.

Speak words of faith, frequently, stubbornly, persistently, and exclusively. Even when (especially when) it feels like a ridiculous lie.

I’m praying with you for breakthrough. And I believe this is the season, I mean all over the body, for breakthrough (and I’m experiencing it, seeing it and hearing of it, including via prophecy, more than ever, if that helps to verify it).

Expect things to surprise you (I don’t care if that sounds like a paradox), getting much, much better, and suddenly.
And soon. Very soon.

Meanwhile, I’m really glad to see that you have such great support from so many people, and well, yeah, warfare is happening on your behalf, and your family’s, I can tell you first hand.
I dunno what else to say; I must have said it, I guess. I love you, bro.
Be made wholly well, Sean.
Be made well!




Jamie Goes To The Dentist

A hobby I have grown quite fond of lately is taking pictures and making short YouTube videos of our journey, and other random stuff. Jamie had a dental appointment the other day in Vancouver so I thought I would make a short video of the day. Making these videos has become very helpful, and meaningful to me. I am no Martin Scorsese or George Lucas, but I am not trying to be. I am just being me. Sure, I want to be able to tell a great story whether it be through print, film, or even writing – but every ‘great’ so and so had to start somewhere. That’s what I am doing!

Prisoner

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I feel like a prisoner at times. I know I shouldn’t always go by my ‘feelings,’ but hey – I’m human.

Confined.

Trapped.

Isolated.

I just want to feel normal again…

When will all of this be over? Is this what the rest of our future looks like? These are just a couple of questions I have.

Overwhelmed.

Anger.

Darkness.

Sinking.

Suffocating.

These are just some of the thought processes I have had over the past few days. Fun times!!

Don’t get me wrong – it’s not always like this, but I definitely do have my days.

I was laying on the bathroom floor the other day just about to complete my 10th enema of the day when it hit me – I am a prisoner! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs! All I could do is cry.

Between the food restrictions, daily treatments, financial pressures, relational pressures, multiple & daily enemas, needles, body aches, ‘stinking thinking’ at times, fear, and a plethora of other ‘pressures’ it can be overwhelming. I am just being honest. I am not throwing in the towel or waving the white flag. I continue to fight! Everyday! I won’t stop.

I long for freedom from this prison.