@NamDoc @Gracings and anyone else who has been praying for me, I want to say thank you. After I made my post where I publicly prayed for God’s will to be done with regard to my marriage, there have been some dramatic developments.
I have also been seeking a local church to attend. I was going to check out a church in Chilliwack and had a plan to attend that church on Sunday morning with a teacher friend of mine who is in a small group of Christian friends with me. We are working hard to prevent the leaders in our school district from mandating the vaccines for our teachers.
I decided to leave my teaching position after one month. I made it through the month of September. Honestly that decision was because of things that were literally making me exhausted. I could no longer cope with wearing the stupid mask while teaching physical education and science. I couldn’t cope with being that person who told 13 and 14 year olds to wear masks in my classes. In fact I kept taking my classes outside and telling the kids to take off their masks to breathe in some fresh air. Some of them kept their masks on which made me very sad. I couldn’t handle looking at the newly placed rainbow benches and flags in the foyer of our beautiful school building. It was hurting me every time I walked down the stairs to see those objects strategically placed as the main event or point of focus. I know this message is rambling but I will bring it to a point. I couldn’t cope with any more stories about teachers having to honour the choices of our female students who are binding their breasts because they identify as “boys”. I couldn’t handle watching all those children who have now become confused about their gender identity because there is a counsellor who actively promotes my provincial union’s agenda, the British Columbia Teacher’s Federation’s agenda, to educate our kids with the LGBTQ curriculum. I couldn’t handle stories from my colleagues about the gender pronouns they were told to use in order to respect the choices of these kids who don’t identify with their actual God given gender.
As a science teacher with a Master’s Degree in Educational Psychology, I never told my students anything other than females are females because they have two X chromosomes in the 23rd pair. Males are males because they have one X and one Y chromosome in the 23 pair. Sometimes I taught a little bit about epigenetics (the switching on and off of genes) which can affect our hormones, and I taught them about chromosomal abnormalities due to mutations which lead to some syndromes involving XXY for example. I taught them, that, sometimes, people are born with both male and female physical traits, but that was rare. I showed them the video, “The miracle of Life” in grade 9 science class which illustrates that life begins at conception.
All that said, I couldn’t cope with masks, rainbow benches, the child abuse called LGBTQ curriculum, or the psychological damage that is being inflicted on teenagers who are rejecting their own bodies. If this body image problem was the result of thinking you are fatter than you are, that would be called anorexia and children would be given psychological support. I am going to call this phenomenon of rejecting one’s body parts as they are developing during puberty “gender dysmorphia” and I really hope that it gets into the Diagnostic Statistical Manual some day. Sadly, this disorder is not treated. It is actively promoted and it is harming our children.
The people promoting this stuff are committing child abuse. The children being psychologically confused during a very vulnerable time in their identity formation are victims of child abuse on a massive social and cultural scale.
Regardless, I didn’t have the strength to continue working in my dream job under these conditions. And there is the other thing: the investigation that was put on me last Spring, because I stood up for an indigenous elder in a classroom where she is teaching her language and culture. I protected her from being bullied by people in our union who wanted to get her out of that job by making complaints about what she was teaching.
The investigators won’t even get to that file for about another year. I’m confident that truth will prevail in the end, after all, it says in scripture that we will refute every tongue that accuses us. I know that I didn’t accuse anyone of being racist, but I’m being accused of that by a mean-spirited person, again in our union, who is attacking me. The stress of that situation heaped extra stress on me at work, and made me second guess myself every time I had to correct a student’s behaviour. Please pray for me about the outcome of this investigation.
Now the points I’m making:
Since I quit my dream job, I have been researching behind the scenes, going down the rabbit holes to find scientific articles and other authentic information to arm my friends at work on the front lines who are trying to stop the vaccine mandates before they are implemented. I have the time because I’m sitting at home. My Christian teacher friends are the boots on the grounds influencing our union to protect all members; that means also protecting teachers who do not want to get vaccinated.
I didn’t end up going to Chilliwack to go to church on Sunday morning. Instead I was in a battle with my husband yet again, but this time he said and did something that was the proverbial last straw. I knew then and there that I could not live with this man anymore. I believe that the scripture that informs us to separate if we can’t live in peace with our spouse puts me in compliance with God’s will.
Yesterday, the neighbour who does work on our property came over to fix the fence that the bear damaged because I forgot to bring the bird feeders in at night, since my husband was staying at a hotel and he normally does that task. I asked that neighbour if he was a Christian because I kind of thought that he was. He is, and he goes to a local church in my town where people can attend without being vaccinated or having to wear a mask. I actually know the pastor, because he is the next door neighbour of the other people who have been in our “covid bubble” and one day he joined us with his guitar when I was playing music with those friends. I didn’t think we, the unvaccinated, could attend church anymore due to the vaccine mandates, but apparently there is a church that I literally could walk to, and walk into without a mask or a vaccination. Hallelujah! Also, I asked our contractor if he was vaccinated and he said he has had one Pfizer shot. I warned him not to get anymore and explained what I knew about the science around spike proteins and mRNA. I asked if the pastor teaches Bible prophecy and was told that was not his focus, but I still have pastor J.D. and this forum wherever I may go. Maybe God wants to plant me in that little, local church for a reason. Please pray about that.
Our daughter’s friend who is a realtor is coming over this morning to talk to us about our house, which either needs to be sold, or one of us has to buy the other one out, because we are separating and going our own ways. The marriage can not be saved. Please pray about this.
The thought of this kind of freedom that I have acquired has me looking at all the possibilities for my life going forward. I am not tied to this place anymore. I don’t work here, we are probably selling this house which means that I can no longer afford to live in this province unless I take on a huge debt which does not seem practical at 63 years of age. The idea that gives me any hope for whatever future I have left on this planet is this: I will take my $300,000.00 after we sell this house, or my husband buys me out and move to the other Coast in Canada where I was born. I will buy a house with an ocean view, join the fiddle community which is robust on the Eastern coast and finish my days there.
This is the sad part: my youngest daughter called me yesterday: she had the abortion. Immediately afterwards she had abortion remorse and now she and her boyfriend are grieving the loss of this baby. I am so broken hearted. Two out of three of my grand babies have been aborted. The only comfort I have is that I will meet them in heaven and frankly, I can’t wait to get there at this point.
I do apologize for this lengthy and personal post, but I continue to seek prayer for all these decisions and situations.