Hope

July 4, 2018

Days like today make me hopeful for my apparent upcoming surgery. I can’t get comfortable, I’m hurting and the temperature is so hot I can’t bring myself to use my heating pad and usual remedies are not working. I’m thankful for all the doctors who work with me. I am putting hope in this surgery to make me feel better. Modern medicine is a wonderful gift, but my hope must be in Christ for healing, joy and strength. I firmly believe God can heal me and yet I must live my life to glorify God no matter if I’m sick or well. I’m praying everything goes through with my insurance and all the different details surrounding my surgery. I pray I can be a light for Christ and the hope I have in Him. I also pray this surgery will be successful. More details to come!

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A Christianity So ‘Cool’ It’s To Die For

November 19, 2017

Just Thinking...for Myself

“When Christ calls a man, He bids him ‘Come and die.'”
– Dietrich Bonhoeffer


You will forgive my tardiness, but only a few days ago did I come across an article published earlier this month on the website Vice.com entitled: Meet the Woke Young People Trying to Make Christianity Cool Again. It profiles four ‘woke’ young people and their efforts to, as the article states, get Christianity “back in step” on issues such as the environment, racial inequality, and LGBTQ rights.

Notwithstanding the content of the article itself, the title alone seems sufficient to give any true Christian pause. I say true Christian because any person who professes to have been born again, and has lived for any length of time the kind of sacrificial life to which followers of Jesus Christ are called, knows from personal experience, as well as from what the Bible itself teaches, that the…

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98

November 1, 2017

In honor of my grandpa’s 98th birthday tomorrow, here is a post about Verne Koppin. How in the world do I have a grandpa who is 98? I picture him with all the uncles smoking cuban cigars in the evenings at his house on the lake. I remember thinking Grandma and Grandpa’s house was sooooo interesting, full of treasures from their trips and interesting furniture to explore. We would walk in and Grandpa would be happily watching golf and we would convince him to share his popcorn he kept in a metal tin.

His 6 kids and their families would pile in the family room on Christmas Day and us kids couldn’t wait to open presents. Grandpa would stand by the tree and start out one by one. He would say, “Is there a Katie in here?? We are looking for a Katie to open a gift.” Of course I would be raising my hand and jumping up and down as he pretended not to see me in the crowd.

In the summers, we would all spend the days and evenings at their house to ride the boat and jet skis on the lake. Us kids would go in their basement and haul out all the life vests, skis, and equipment for our day of fun. They also had the BEST trampoline at their house. They don’t make them like this anymore probably because it was so dangerous and a miracle none of us died on it. It had been there since my dad and his siblings were growing up. So, the springs were really worn in. AND, it was shaped like a rectangle. So, from 40 years of use and the shape, we were assured of huge bouncing. I personally perfected the art of “swivel hips.” None of this closed- in, round trampoline business for us.

Verne and Miriam have 6 kids, 7 grandchildren, and 7 great grandchildren. Throw in some spouses and we have ourselves a good “gang.” It became family tradition to sing the Doxology at meal times. I am sure the tradition started well before I was born, but I still love it. However, sometimes us cousins would cause trouble and make each other laugh through it. The words go, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him, all creatures here below. Praise Him above, ye heavenly host. Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.” Even the great grandkids know the words.

The Koppin’s have much to praise the Lord about. Through happiness and heartache, God has been praised. We all wouldn’t be here if Verne and Miriam didn’t meet at Wheaton College. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for the Captain of the football team? Grandpa fought in WW2 and married Grandma and they settled here in Detroit. His German family settled here in Detroit where he would later be born. (I always have thought he has the best name- Verne Thurber. His sister was Myra Fern. Great Grandma Koppin claimed all the good names were taken so she had to name them the way she did).

Grandpa is the godly Patriarch of our family and has not lost his wit. He calls the independent living facility where the live “The Asylum” and jokes about the key to a successful 72 year marriage is going on lots of trips without your spouse. Grandma still calls him her boyfriend. He has always been a very generous man and was a big part of the auto industry here in Detroit. He loves his cars and U of M football. My grandma’s stew recipe is delicious and she would always add tons of extra onions for Grandpa.

I could keep going on and on about all my memories of him as this only scratches the surface. I am proud to be his granddaughter and to watch him live life to the fullest. So, Happy Birthday, Grandpa Verne!!! We love you.

Hello! It’s Me.

October 21, 2017

I’ve left my blog private for a long while. I am pretty much an open book with my struggles and life in general. I debated starting fresh with a new blog all together. I had a few stalkers and a lot of the information I posted was used against me.

I think I will stick with my original blog because so much of my past is documented here- the good, the bad and the very ugly. This is my place to write. I enjoy when readers reach out to me for advice or just to chat.

I realize I am a controversial person. I have done controversial things. I have controversial beliefs. Many may not agree with what I post, but this is the lens through which I see life.

I have a lot of new followers so here is some info about me:

*I am a follower of Jesus Christ and wish to know God and enjoy Him forever.

*I believe the Bible is the authentic and true Word of God, so that is where my worldview is coming from.

*I am a proud aunt. I love my nephew and three nieces. They bring me so much joy and teach me so much. They make me laugh hysterically.

*My favorite color is orange. I am a huge Detroit Red Wings fan. I have a wonderful job working at a library. Clearly I am addicted to reading, reeses cups, pens/ink, journals (Leuchtturm 1917’s to be exact) and netflix.

*I try to see the positive and humor in situations and people. Life is pretty funny. Key word “try.” My irrational brain often takes over.

*Essie gel couture nail polish is my favorite. I’m also an aveda snob. I only use aveda products because they are just the best.

 

 

Survival Mode

April 29, 2017

These days I feel as if I am still in survival mode. It’s all I can do to make it through work. I love my job, but it depletes my energy physically and mentally. I have trouble keeping up with chores and cooking because I just don’t have the steam. I take care of Gordon. I haven’t been to church in a few months, partly because I don’t feel up to it and partly because I don’t want to go. But, then I realize where I’ve been the last few years and see how far I’ve come in many aspects. I have so much going for me in the midst of all these seemingly endless trials. I’m thankful. I’m sick and tired but thankful. 

Sufficient 

March 4, 2017

My heart has been heavy this week. The Shepherd provides what I need. Illness is isolating. I don’t want to cook, nor do want to be social. This week, I have felt like a shameful outcast in places that should be safe havens. However, the Shepherd provided key people to providentially surround me. The week ahead is both exciting and nerve wracking. A huge provision and new adventure. I must trust God will equip me with His strength as I have no strength of my own. He will. The extensive amount of stress in my life will be taken care of. I just don’t know how. Isaiah 55, tattooed on my wrist for a reason. ❤ 

Break?

February 2, 2017

I may need a Facebook break for many reasons. Here’s a few…

1. I’m tired of passive aggressive posts whether they be political, christian posts about a personal conviction that a person tries to subtly show that everyone needs to believe the way they do, or just posts in general that I can tell is aimed at someone or a group of people without actually saying it. 

2. Political posts in general. We get it…you love Trump or you hate him. Who. Really. Cares?! 

3. I have unfollowed so many people for various reasons to protect my mind and sanity, why do I even bother wasting my time scrolling? 

4. I see the exact same pics when I log into fb and instagram because we are all posting to everything. 

I do appreciate my friends who are extremely humorous and clever and can be lighthearted and make me laugh. I appreciate articles shared that are done so respectfully so I can learn from them and not just have propaganda shoved down my throat. I appreciate the Babylon bee. Christians take themselves too seriously. 

Overall, a wee break would probably do me well. I find that even if I abstain from fb for only a day, it’s refreshing. 

Thankful 2/1

February 1, 2017

SUNSHINE!!!!! Physical therapy. Walking 45 min today. Heating pad. Essential oils. Yoga. Stretching my muscles. Reese’s peanut butter cups. Mailing letters. A new month. Journal. Pens. Schitts Creek for some laughs. Texting friends from afar throughout the day. Did I mention SUNSHINE?!?! 

Thankful 1/27

January 27, 2017

Two doc appts. Relaxation music that puts me to sleep. Stretching. Yoga. Stress relief. Heat indoors. Money to buy groceries this week. My puppy who is a true ESA. my phone. Coloring books. Contact lenses. Some pain relief. Sore muscles from hockey. Journaling. Nail polish. My grandma’s wedding ring. Laughter. 

Floor hockey

January 27, 2017

I’m thankful to be well enough to play floor hockey. It’s such a fun sport and I always enjoyed playing it in high school and of course am a huge hockey fan. It gives me a break from my walking and even though I have to be careful so my docs don’t get mad, I love the very intense workout. I feel so good physically and mentally when I play. I’m glad I found this league and am enjoying my team a lot. And it helps that a good friend is on my team too. God has blessed me with this. It’s like one of my docs said on Tuesday,”the hockey might be hard on your body but you just need some FUN right now!!!” So, I’m thankful for her and being able to see me as a whole person and it just as her part of my wellness. I don’t deserve these great docs and my floor hockey but God has given me a push of grace at a much needed time. I feel proud of myself for being able to play hockey as best as I can! 


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