Happy Birthday Judah!!!


WE MADE IT!!!!! Here we are friends- Judah’s first birthday!!!

As I wrote in my last post, all Judah wants for his birthday presents is TO GIVE BACK…

So we have created 2 ways for you all to join us in celebrating Judah’s birthday by GIVING BACK to the place where Judah got his start- The Surrey Memorial Hospital’s Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).

Below is a link to the website where you can donate towards the purchase of a new Ventilator- a life-saving device that will help babies just like Judah! We appreciate your donation on Judah’s behalf!!!

You can also donate by purchasing one of these T’s!!! $5 from each Tshirt sold, will also go towards the SMH NICU. We are currently accepting pre-orders via email only (please email jenna.liesch@gmail.com). Tshirts will come in baby onesies (up to 18 months), toddler T’s, and in Men’s and Women’s as well. (All Tshirts/onesies are white with black lettering- pictured below is the Men’s version). Stay tuned for new styles coming as well!

Adults- $30 CAD + shipping

Kids T’s & Baby Onesies- $25 CAD + shipping


Or, to make donation on the Hospital’s website on Judah’s behalf, you can do so HERE!!!

We are also gearing up for our NEW WEBSITE LAUNCH within the coming weeks, which will have an online store to properly process all the payments, so we appreciate your patience!


Oh my Judah boy! ALL THIS STUFF IS FOR YOU my boy! Where can we even begin… how can mere words do this year- do YOU the justice you deserve my CHAMP!!!

I remember being scared- so scared to write to you, and have waited a year to do so. I was scared, I guess, that I would be the only one to read it one day, but now I am more hopeful than ever, that every year, for YEARS to come, you will look back at all of this (and maybe be annoyed some years!), and see what God has done, and how amazing you are!

ONE YEAR my baby boy- and how life has changed with you in it. This last year has been both the worst, AND the best year of our lives at the very same time.

You have taught us more about fighting for faith, and more about love, and fervent prayer, and PATIENCEEEEE, and the heart of God… than anyone else we have ever met.

You are, and have always been fragile, yet so strong. Your spirit my boy, has always been what SHINES so bright- to everyone around you!

I spent the night before your birthday, having a bath with you (sorry teenaged-Judah), and rocking you to sleep BECAUSE I CAN.

It just feels like a dream that we GET you. The peace you bring is such a gift- your joy (and your 90-year-old-man-with-emphazema-cough laughter), is just the BEST thing on earth.

Judah you have moved mountains. You have defied the odds. You have broken records. You have captured hearts. And you are ‘only’ ONE!

I have been whispering these words over you since you arrived, and will continue to do so my love…

You are…





How much we love you Judah. We are SO glad for TODAY. SO glad. NOW TO CELEBRATE!!!

Songs featured in video:

‘Do It Again’ (acoustic version) by Elevation Worship- get it HERE!

‘Wonder’ by Hillsong United- get it HERE!

Judah’s NICU Journey

***This post is the 2nd instalment of Judah’s story- to read the first part of his story, you can clickΒ here!***

Since Judah’s emergency csection delivery at 25 weeks and 5 days, we were told and prepared the worst of the worst.

After I got to see him for the first time, he was still in critical condition and though I wanted to stay by his side, the team needed the space and my body needed to heal- and I needed to start pumping!

I went back and forth from my hospital room to the NICU as much as I could, until I was discharged and then got to stay for 4 nights at the Ronald McDonald house which was right next door to the NICU. It was during those 4 days that I began my long hospital days of being by Judah’s side, and going home or to the RMH room just to sleep (or pump … #pumpingislife ).

Judah was in critical condition for the first few days, which all the Dr’s refer to as the ‘crucial days’. Judah was intubated at birth, and tried on several ventilators to help his very little, underdeveloped lungs. He received surfactant (which they referred to as him being ‘BLESED’ (yes, with one ‘S’)- there was literally a sign above his incubator that said ‘I’ve been ‘BLESED”!!!)- a soapy substance in his lungs that helps them to move and not stick together. He received 3 doses within his first day of life. Judah was initially on the High Frequency Jet Ventilator, at 100% oxygen, with Nitrous Gas as well- in plain language, that’s as much help as a 1 pound 14 ounce babe can get.


Judah’s lungs were actually hyper-inflated, which caused a large pneumatocele (air-filled cyst on his lung) to form. This kid has had a bagillion chest X-rays! In total, Judah had 46 days of being intubated (the first time!), and was moved to non-invasive ventilation from day 47 until he was taken off daytime oxygen support at 10 months of age. So yes, even at his one year birthday, he still requires ventilation at night via CPAP, and oxygen at times for naps.

We were told days after Judah’s birth, after his first brain ultrasound, that Judah had no bleeds in his brain- something that is very common for preemies that can cause a lot of issues for development, etc. We were so thankful.

Judah got Ventilator-Associated Pneumonia at 12 days of life, which was the second time we thought we were going to loose him, and were prepared for the worst. He was treated for 14 days with antibiotics, some of which caused his profound hearing loss, and was again diagnosed with Pneumonia at the end of August. Because of the Pneumonia, Judah also suffered from 2 brain bleeds- a grade 2 on the right and grade 4 on the left, grade 4 being the worst it can be.

I specifically remember one night where Judah was on full support, was so sick, and there was an expected perforation in his bowels. The Dr’s sat us down, and said that if the ultrasound results came back with the perforation, that Judah would need to be transferred via helicopter to BC Children’s (about 45 minutes away), for emergency surgery, but that’s only IF the specialists at Children’s deem him ‘transferable’.

Before we got the results back from that ultrasound, the Dr came back in to tell us that transferring Judah was not going to be possible- he was just too sick and too fragile.

As we awaited the results for that ultrasound, I remember the song ‘Do It Again’ from Elevation Worship came to my heart. So we prayed and believed again, and when the ultrasound results came back, there was NO PERFORATION.

Judah’s course from September through to November was somewhat uneventful- minus the 2 code pinks that were called on him.Β I just figure he liked being dramatic! We happened to be there for one of them (code pink is infant cardiac arrest), and it was also one of the worst moments in this journey. It was also the day before my birthday. But as you know, he pulled through- thanks to God and our amazing team!

We celebrated Judah’s 100th day of life with a big cake that I made for our team, and of course they had surprised us with a banner and a big card.

Judah also got the chance to be highlighted by Global TV for Variety, the children’s charity. He has become quite the famous little boy!!

Judah was receiving weekly head ultrasounds to monitor the bleeds in his brain and after a while, it was revealed that the bleeds were ‘resolving’- basically the best outcome for him. Our Dr even explained to us that she was quite surprised, and had expected to see cystic formations (which cause Cerebral Palsy), and there were none on his brain tissue. We are still hoping and praying for a full recovery for him, as the bleeds are still there, however we are definitely headed in the right direction!!!

Koby and I were hoping to have Judah home by Christmas, so at the beginning of November, with the ‘approval’ from Judah’s team, we decided to have a little break from the NICU and tried to go on a little getaway before bringing Judah home. TRIED TO being the key words πŸ˜‰

Judah’s oxygen requirements had been slowly creeping upwards for a couple of weeks and his team had been trialing him again on a number of different CPAP settings. On our 2nd day in Whistler, we got the call that Judah needed an emergency transfer to Children’s, as they did a chest X-ray and it was revealed that the pneumatocele had grown to almost the size of his entire lung and they needed to intervene, but we’re only able to do so with the specialists at Children’s.

So Judah was re-intubated on day 116, and transferred to Children’s as we sped (SO FAST) from Whistler to meet him there.

Since Judah was already getting pretty big at that point, they had to temporarily paralyze him, so that he wouldn’t take out his breathing tube on his own- he’s been known to try!


When koby and I got to this new environment at Children’s, we were shell-shocked, and everything within me wanted to be at our safe, familiar NICU in Surrey. For me, this week was the hardest of this whole journey. We had made it to 4 months, and felt like this was the end.

Judah was again, on death’s doorstep, but became stabilized through the night and the next day they decided to put chest tubes in, one to drain the pnuematocele of air, and another in his lung for the fluid that had built up. Typically this is done in radiology, but as they tried to move him there, he started to crash. So they set up a mini OR, right in the NICU, as I sat and watched on, and waited for Koby to arrive as he was with our other kids.

I’m pretty sure this is the closest to hell I will ever get. To have to sit back and watch your child in a life-saving surgery, while 16 people chased around him (yes I counted), is something I wish on no parent. It’s awful.

But he pulled through again.

Then it was discovered that there was a hole in his lung, that was feeding the pneumatocele, so another procedure or surgery would need to be performed.

What was decided was that Judah would have what’s called ‘selective intubation’- they place the breathing tube down far enough, with a cuff on the bottom of it, so that it only inflates the ‘healthy’ lung, therefore causing the right lung with the pneumatocele to collapse. This is when we started calling Judah the ‘One-Lung Wonder’… he went for 5 days with one lung, still on a lot of support, got pneumonia AGAIN (4th time’s a charm??).

So many times in this journey with Judah I was taken back in awe of how God created our bodies- while the lung is collapsed, it heals up and seals any holes. HOW CRAZY.

So as Judah’s right lung got re-inflated, the pneumatocele went away, and from that point onwards, Judah began to improve MASSIVELY.

We became accustomed to our new environment at Children’s, got moved to a private room (which doesn’t always happen at Children’s!), and continued the rest of our 181 days.

We celebrated Christmas in the hospital with a family visit, all with masks on, as our family got hit with the worst cold/flu right before Christmas. Judah even got to see Santa!!


Right after Christmas, Judah had surgery for his Gtube to be placed. Another thing that I was so nervous for, but in the end have been so thankful for! It was a quick surgery, that again caused my faith to grow as I kissed him before he was wheeled into the OR- at least he was able to make it over there this time!!

The last few weeks of Judah’s hospital life were full of work for Koby and I- we had about 6 classes of training in order for Judah to be allowed home with us… everything from CPR, to equipment training. We also did 2 full days and nights by ourselves with Judah in hospital called ‘care by parent’, who I felt so funny- like we were first time parents again!!

January 13th 2017 will forever go down in the history books as one of the best days of our lives… the day we got to bring Judah HOME. We felt like we were stealing him! He slept the whole way home, and we were greeted not only by a homemade ‘welcome home’ banner made by my kids (and my mom), but also by the crew from Global. Nothing like filming with a TV crew the day you finally get your baby home after 6 months! HA!


So here we are- 2 days out from celebrating his 1st birthday and to be honest, ALL WE WANNA DO IS GIVE BACK.

GIVE BACK to the place that GAVE JUDAH LIFE.

GIVE BACK to the place where our faith was tested and stretched.

GIVE BACK to the place and the people, who changed our lives forever.

So on Saturday the 15th, we will be launching a special little celebration for our guy, and we will let you know ways that you can all be involved in the party!!!

Thanks again for following along my friends. This journey has been the farthest thing from ‘easy’, but was do-able because of the grace of God, AND ALL OF YOU!!!


Judah’s (Womb &!!!) Birth Story

I cannot believe we are just 4 days away from this boy- this LEGEND of mine- turning ONE! How has an entire year gone by already??!!!

This post will begin a series of 3 posts that I will do this week to celebrate Judah’s birthday. There is such much still to tell of his story, that is really still just beginning, but I figured we would start here- by looking back at my pregnancy with Judah, as well as the story of his birth.


Judah’s (womb &!!!) birth story goes a little like this…

On a Saturday night in early February 2016, my husband was headed home after an evening church service and texted me to ask if he should stop to get us a bottle of wine. I told him yes,  but to grab a pregnancy test as well, because I was almost late for my period and didn’t want to drink if I was pregnant. He laughed and obliged.

I took the test- it was negative, so I tossed it in the garbage in our bathroom and had the glass of wine.

Over the weekend I still didn’t get my period and then one evening as I glanced in the garbage in our bathroom, the test had turned positive. I took another one the next day, and it had a very faint line, so I called my midwives who sent me for 2 rounds of blood tests to prove I was pregnant. The first one showed that yes, I was pregnant, and then 4 days later, again another yes- I was definitely pregnant.

So on we went with our excitement- our 4th baby, our ‘rainbow baby’ was set to arrive October 23rd!

Fast forward to 7 weeks of pregnancy. Everything was fine until this one night I was laying on our couch while Koby was upstairs bathing our kids and I felt a huge gush of blood. I felt like I was starting my period and when it didn’t stop, I thought ‘I must be miscarrying’. It eventually stopped, and we were sent for an ultrasound a few days later to find out baby was fine, with a strong heartbeat. Thank you Jesus!

THIS WEEK. This week marks the week that I was due with my baby Joseph, who was born on the hardest day of my life- December 12th, 2015. What his life has taught me (which I am still in the process of learning, seeing as we were back at the ER {AGAIN!} last night with this current baby growing in my belly- all is well, but we definitely need prayer! Back to what God is teaching me through my boy's life): – God is ALWAYS GOOD. PERIOD. – pain and grief are weird and take time, even when life is full of blessings (HELLO baby in my belly right now ❀️) – Trusting God is better. Always. – God's peace HAS TO BE the very best thing we will experience earth-side of eternity – God's plan is always LIFE, and FULLNESS. – God doesn't TAKE AWAY LIFE, He provides peace, and oh SO many gifts amongst life's hardest battles Joseph my son. You were 'due' to come this week, and instead, you slipped into Heaven so peacefully, way too early. I look forward to the day where I meet you and your probably curly hair, your big dreams, and your healed, whole body my sweet boy. I'm so thankful I got to carry you for the days that I did. You are a GIFT to me and to our world πŸ’™ And hey baby in my belly right now, stay in there as long as you can ok?? #Lieschbabies #mycurrentview #peacharchgranniesaremybffs

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Another 2 weeks went by and I believe this time I was in a church service and I felt another gush. I rushed straight home, and this time the bleeding didn’t stop. When I called my midwife, she told me to head to the ER, as I was loosing a lot of blood. This would be the first of 9 or so visits to the ER in this pregnancy. I hemorrhaged at least 3 times in those trips and every single time we were told ‘baby is fine- growing at the right pace, with a strong heart beat’. I was also told that I had subchorionic hematomas- tears within the uterine wall that develop as scar tissue/clots and eventually pass (in the form of clots the size of an orange- its traumatizing to say the least!), but since they were outside of the amniotic sack, they weren’t harming the baby. What we later found out though, is that blood causes the amniotic sack to be fragile and weak… one of my Dr’s also thinks that I had a slow leak of fluid the whole time.

Fast forward again to 19 weeks + 1 day of pregnancy… I woke up early to another huge gush- the biggest one yet and this time it wasn’t too bloody. When we headed to the ER and got all the results back, the ultrasound revealed that baby had little to no fluid. My waters must have broken. I was devastated. Again. We were in the same hospital, possibly even in the same room where we were told that Joseph had no heartbeat- how could this be happening again? And this time I would have to have a csection if baby died… these were the things going through my mind.

My midwives and the OBGYN from the hospital got me in to see the Maternal Fetal Medicine Dr’s in our city later that week- if I could make it that far. Since I was only 19 weeks, they typically didn’t see anyone until around the 23 week mark. I was hoping to see the specialist we had seen with Jacob- our first born- because he is the kindest older gentleman. My midwives told me to be on bed rest until that appointment.

We made it to that Wednesday and got in to see the MFM Dr’s and it was certainly not Dr. Still- the kind man. This Dr was cold and hugely lacked bedside manner. She told us all the info we needed, asked a whole bunch of questions, highly suggested we terminate, and gave us the worst possible outcomes. We were given NO hope, but Hope already lived inside our hearts. She said we’d be lucky to make it to our next appointment in 2 weeks.

When we made it back to the car after that appointment, I cried like I have NEVER cried in my life. It was a desperate plea kind of cry- ONLY GOD could do a miracle in this hopeless situation.

2 days before that next appointment, I woke up to another episode, this time not as big but it was definitely blood. Because I was at 22 weeks and 2 days, my midwives told me to go directly to the birthing unit at the hospital where we were registered at… which we weren’t yet registered at!

Hi friends! So here we are- hospital stay day NINE, and it looks like I will be here a while still! Baby is growing and doing well (despite the low fluid levels… It's really such a miracle!) and so am I, but not good enough to get to go home. I am thoroughly thankful I can stay here, and thankful for the amazing team that is working with us. Thank you for praying- I'm missing my babies like crazy, but whatever it takes to keep this baby inside is what we are all willing to do! Dr's are beginning to agree with us- EVERY, SINGLE, DAY IS A MIRACLE! PS- it looks like I'm going to start a blog to keep you all updated, so STAY TUNED! #pprom #23and3days #mamajenna #babyliesch #filtersaremyfriend #ineedahaircut #andafacial #andahealthybabysoWHOCARES

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After being examined by the team there, they decided to admit me- one of the miracles in this story, because typically they won’t admit anyone until at least 23 weeks, and yes- every day counts. Though this wasn’t ideal, I hung on to the fact that my baby was still alive and well, and we resolved to do whatever we needed to do for the health of our baby. My mom took a leave of absence from her job in a city that was a 3 hour flight away, and came to stay with us for the next 5 weeks. #BESTMAMAEVER

The first few days in the hospital kinda sucked. I was bleeding off and on, checked on and poked by nurses too often (but God bless them for that!), and unfortunately had to share a room with 3 other girls in the course of those 2 nights- one was in early labour at 38 weeks, another whose water had broken but had no signs of labour at full term, and another just like me, who was choosing to terminate. It was heartbreaking.

I held onto hope. Though it was the hardest thing, and I had to continually (like- by the minute!) remind myself – I held onto HOPE.

I finally got placed in a private room, and we were set up for a meeting with one of the Neonatologists (small baby Dr in layman’s terms!) to discuss the potential outcomes for our baby, if he/she came within the coming weeks. He was the kindest, softest-spoken man. He gave us hope, but also gave us the honest statistics that don’t look too good when you’re 22 weeks pregnant with your water broken. He gave us a chart that had the percentage of survival placed next to the percentage of disability. It was shocking to see, and shocking to grasp the reality that this could very well be our story.

Side note- yes I cry when I write this. It’s still so fresh, even a whole year later!!

Over the next 3 weeks, I had visitors and food and Starbucks and obscene amounts of water and coconut water, and thankfully got to see my kids most days. It was hard on our family for sure! I was getting a blood thinner injection twice a day because I was on bedrest. Needles twice a day in my thighs (I knew these thunder thighs were made for a reason!! πŸ˜‰) that hurt like a motherrrrr.

At 23 weeks, I got my first steroid injection, for baby’s lungs to have a chance, and I was getting weekly ultrasounds to check on our growing baby. Finally at the 24 weeks ultrasound, I asked if I could guess the sex… because it’s very hard to see detail when there is little to no fluid, I couldn’t see clearly but guessed BOY, and to my shock and surprise, yep! We also saw miracles in these weeks- my fluid levels were increasing and also decreasing, but there WAS fluid! And it was usually right near Judah’s mouth (the most important spot!). Such a miracle. SO MANY MIRACLES!!!

Fast forward again to 25 weeks and 4 days. I was feeling fine- I would always have a little fluid leak every morning when I would get up to pee, but besides that, I was just bored! This was the day that my mom was scheduled to fly out because grandchild number 12 was due to come the next week back home in Winnipeg for my sister in law. So we said our goodbyes (and thank yous!!! And tears…) and my mom left that evening.

Of course that’s the night when Judah decided to make his appearance!

At around 10pm, I was just settling in to sleep (and was watching Dirty Dancing on my bestie’s DVD player… thank you B!!!) but was getting some cramping/tight pains on one side of my body. I finally got out of bed and tried walking it off, thinking it was just a muscle spasm or something. Keep in mind I have only ever had an 8 hour labour with a 16-weeker and dilated to 8cm, so I still felt new to this whole labour thing! I gave it 10 minutes, and when it didn’t go away, I finally called the nurse.


She decided to monitor the baby with the straps around my belly- something they don’t typically do until the 26 week mark, but we needed to see how baby was so we gave it a shot. Baby’s heart rate was fine, but then about an hour in to monitoring, I could feel that I was starting to gush blood again, and this time it was a non-stop flow.

The Dr’s were called in around midnight, and I was examined, and that’s when baby’s heart rate started to drop… I thought we were going to loose him. The Dr that was on that night looked me in the eye and said ‘Jenna, I think it’s best we get baby out tonight’. I felt such peace to be honest. I was sort of excited too and scared- it would mean that we turn a page in this journey… onto the next chapter. A new fight. Not knowing what the next few hours held.

Of course I couldn’t get ahold of Koby, so I had to call my mother in law to get to our house to be with our other kids. Thankfully Koby finally answered his phone (he is a heavy sleeper!) and got to the hospital just as I was being wheeled down to the OR.

Our 1 pound, 14 ounce baby boy was born at 3:33am, and as far as csections go, everything was fine.

I got to see his little hand as they wheeled him out of the OR and up to the NICU- Koby went off with him. I can’t describe in words what was going through my heart and mind in those moments as the Dr’s stitched me up and talked about their kids’ private schools. It was a very surreal night, and as I type this, it’s like I’m re-living it in a different way. #TEARS

I was wheeled over to recovery where Koby came back in to see me. He felt like there wasn’t much he could do- there was like 20 people in a room trying to save our boy so he wanted to stay out of the way and be with me. We sat in silence (the recovery room is quite peaceful at 4am!), and prayed and waited.

Our amazing Dr- Judah’s first neonatologist- the one who delivered him, came in to see us in recovery. We had first met her in the OR, where she was so kind and proceeded to tell us that he wasn’t doing well- his lungs were so underdeveloped and things didn’t look good. When she came down to recovery, nothing had changed- they were still trying to help him as much as possible.

I was wheeled back to my room after being in recovery for about an hour and that’s when she came again, to tell us that things were still not looking good – they were trying all different types of ventilators for his lungs, and she added that our little boy was ‘very ferocious’.

Koby was then called by the NICU at around 7am to come and see him and I knew in my heart they were getting him to come because it was bad. He was told to hold our baby’s hand cause he had minutes to live. I was in my room, alone, laying there with God- begging him for life and hope for our boy. Praying like I never had before. Worshipping and singing cause that’s all I knew to do. Sensing the presence of God like I never have before. 15 minutes went by, and Koby finally came back… no change, but our baby boy still had LIFE. Just barely.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in and told me that I had to go to the NICU- to get out of bed 5 hours after a csection is NOT recommended so I knew something was up. We were met at the door to my room by the social worker from the NICU- Koby ran ahead. The social worker ran me over to the NICU in a wheelchair (actually RAN) and I remember that moment…. that’s when the fight rose in me. Under my breath, I was saying ‘I will NOT loose my baby. Not now.’

I was wheeled in to see my boy for the first time and what got me crying, really, was seeing ALL the people- this team that was working so hard to help my boy. I can’t even explain HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM ALL. #sherlockstayedhourspasthershift

I tearfully thanked them, and then went in to his room, with all his machines and beeps and alarms- this new environment that was so SO scary- and was told to put my hand on my baby.

We still hadn’t decided on a name yet, so when the social worker asked me what his name was so she could put it on his wall, I looked at Koby and he said ‘you decide!’. Up until a few days prior to his arrival, we had thought his name would be ‘Jentzen’ (one of our favourite preachers), but it just wasn’t sticking. So when Koby gave me the go ahead, I blurted out ‘JUDAH! His name is Judah!’. And she wrote his name on the wall. I had stopped crying at that point and what came out of me was like a primal motherly instinct. As I placed my hand on him, I began to softly talk to him- over all the beeping and loud sounds of the machines, we needed some peace. I told him ‘mama’s here buddy- it’s ok- you’re strong- Jesus loves you’. You can see a video of this below… And I still do the same thing with him today β€οΈ

The details of Judah’s first 6 months of life- 181 days to be exact, will come in a few days in the next post.

Please note this photo below, is of Judah on day 2/3, after he had been washed up a bit!

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Thanks so much for reading friends!!! We’ll see you back here in a couple of days XO

#MarriageMonday- What Every Marriage Needs… Regarding Jerks & Psychos

Tomorrow, June 27th, Koby and I celebrate 8 years of marriage.


It’s funny- I personally feel like we’ve been together for way longer than what ‘8 years’ sounds like… probably because I believe we have accomplished a lot, and gone through a lot, for a young 8 year old marriage!


There was the working-together-in-the-same-office thing, the leading-a-ministry-together thing, then the leading-several-ministries-together thing, and then the campus-pastors-while-having-our-first-baby thing, and then add the 3-kids-in-3-years thing, and most recently the JUDAH-thing, and the moving-on-from-the-only-church-we’ve-ever-known-together thing/hubby-on-a-never-ending-paternity-leave thing. So ya. You could say that it has been a lot for a little 8-year youngster marriage.

If I had to pick ONE THING that I have learned about marriage in these short 8 years (please GOD I hope I have learned at LEAST one thing!!), and perhaps one thing that has been oh-so-amplified this past year (since we celebrated our anniversary last year on my hospital bed by eating Cactus Club take out!), it’s an easy answer but there’s more to it than just the simple answer.

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Cause what do we wives do, when we feel like our husbands are just plain ol’ JERKS? When they are distant, and only seeming to want one thing, and can’t seem to understand us and it’s hard to talk to them…

But WAIT JUST A MINUTE cause what about when we as wives are (*cough*cough*) PSYCHOS and are hormonal messes that can’t decide whether we want to be snuggled or just have the dishes done for us, or we freak out when the garbage doesn’t get put out and we ‘just need to talk’ at 12:37am???

When he’s a jerk, and I’m a psycho.

When the romance isn’t there, and hasn’t really been there for quite some time.

When we haven’t had a date night, also for quite some time.

When we have needs that aren’t being met.

When I still choose him, and he still chooses me, even though it’s not as easy as it was on day 1.


One thing my marriage needs?

One thing EVERY marriage needs? Cause I don’t know how the heck you get by without this. I don’t know how you find every single thing you need in your husband. Every marriage has this need…


I can’t give to Koby, what he can get only from Jesus. And Koby can’t give to me, what I can only get from Jesus.

Deep, pure, intimacy. Absolute unconditional love. Total forgiveness. Grace and mercy.

If I relied on a human for the things that my soul needs- the things which my life flows out of- then I would crumble… we would crumble.

I need Jesus. He is my source for everything that I need- emotionally, spiritually, even physically. He makes me whole, so that I can approach my marriage not as a weak and needy woman (though I may feel that way at times!), but as a whole, complete, already-loved-so-much woman.


We are complete in Him!

Sure, yes, absolutely there are times when we as human beings are full of all these amazing things (grace and love and forgiveness etc…), and it feels easy to get along and flow together and the passion is there- but what about the tough times? What about the times when though His spirit is in us, we feel depleted? It’s in those moments. Those moments where we can lean on and rely on His love for us- ‘we love, because HE FIRST loved us.’


No man or woman will ever meet your needs the way that Jesus will.

Every marriage needs Jesus ❀️

Happy 8th anniversary COH-B.

Change Is In The Air


I am writing to you from ‘sunny’ Winnipeg, where apparently the sun has gone south for the summer? Or we brought the west coast weather with us? Or WHAT DA HECK cause its COLD and rainy!!! But regardless of the weather, our first week on ‘vacation’ (quotations because LAWD knows you don’t reallllyyy get a vacation when you have 4 kids- one of them being on CPAP!) has been great. Judah did well on the flight here, and we have settled in nicely on our first of 5 weeks here with my family!

I stumbled upon this photo tonight as I am prepping some big changes for the blog… OH I AM SO EXCITED for this new stuff but have to keep it a secret a little while longer! One thing I CAN tell you is that we have made an ‘official’ facebook page for the blog which you can find here… So there’s that πŸ™‚


But this photo in particular, grabbed my heart again. Not cause some of the people I love the most are in it (apparently June doesn’t like photos?), but because it’s like God was trying to speak to us way back then. #gofigure #facepalm .

This photo was taken just after I found out that I was expecting Judah, and the whole theme of ‘change is in the air’ was centered around the fact that our church building- the place where we met (this photo in fact was taken just STEPS from where Koby and I first talked!), the place where we gave our blood, sweat, and tears to, the place where we got married and raised our first 3 babies, the place where we grew and dreamt and lived… it was all about to change- we were continuing with a massive building project for Relate, and so the #farewellfoyer party was needed- photo wall included.


Koby and I had started to feel a shift in our hearts about church life for a little while before this photo was taken, but we didn’t know what it all meant. We continued to pray about it, and served and poured ourselves whole-heartedly into this place and these people, and then… J-U-D-A-H happened!

His timing- God’s timing, Judah’s timing, was perfect. But man oh man it sure didn’t feel perfect (and still doesn’t, nor will it ever! HA!), but God knew what He was doing.

Sometimes change can feel so good, but I think most of the time, if we’re honest, change SUCKS. Just me? No? πŸ˜‰

Change usually requires thought. Effort. Prayer. Counsel. And other times it just happens. Like a bomb going off.

This week marks one year since I was admitted to the hospital on strict bedrest (hello in-bed physiotherapy!), and ever since this time last year, my heart and my life, have experienced more change than I ever have. EVER EVER. Some of these changes have been well thought out and prayed for by us, and other changes have felt like a bomb went off. So yes, I feel like part of me is still grasping for something to be solid- knowing our faith in Jesus is the best, and most firm foundation in all of this!

I know I usually leave you with some type of encouragement or wisdom- at least I hope I do- but this post is a bit different. Because I’m still learning! Still learning to lean on God amidst the changes. Still learning to LEARN amidst the changes. Still learning that God is sovereign, and GOOD (alwayssss), and my source of peace amidst the changes. Still learning that change happens in life and in marriage and work and church life and parenting and hormones and bodies and skin and and and… and it’s OK cause God is always with me in the changes!!!  Still learning over here, cause there is STILL so much change happening!

So this big news we have coming? NOPE- NOT pregnant! HALLELUJAH THANK YOU JESUS. But we ARE celebrating Judah’s first birthday in a BIG way, and are creating some fun things for you to be involved with the celebration too! Cause this past year my friends? Couldn’t have done it without you ALL. YOU… ALL! From Australia, and the UK, and my ‘MURICA friends… I adore you all with all of my heart!

We’ll keep you posted! EEEEEeeee I’m so excited!


#FaithFridays – What A Difference A Year Can Make

This week marks one year, since we found out at 19 weeks and 1 day of pregnancy with Judah (not even at the halfway mark), that my water had broken- there was ‘little to no fluid’ left for the baby.

I was put on ‘unofficial bedrest’ (cause they don’t actually do that anymore?), my mom flew in to help, and I stayed in my bed and drank A LOT of water (and coconut water, and watermelon… you get the theme!).

But I just remember this week last year being a pivotal week, not only in the history of our family and in Judah’s whole story, but for my faith.

At that point, it had only been 5 months since I lost Joseph (you can read THAT story here), so every day while I was lying in bed praying for Judah (although I didn’t know it was a boy at that point!), I would still see Joseph’s birth card on the wall, and his little ultrasound picture, right by my side of the bed, and the scripture I wrote out for Judah right under it-

β€œDo not remember the former things,
Nor consider the things of old.
Behold, I will do a new thing,
Now it shall spring forth;
Shall you not know it?
I will even make a road in the wilderness
And rivers in the desert.” Isaiah 43:18-19

I remember praying for God to do a NEW THING in this pregnancy, and boy did He ever. I remember praying for big things like LIFE and WHOLENESS for this baby, and for me. I remember praying to make it to 28 weeks. I remember remember praying for the simple things like making it to the day of this baby’s dedication- it was a DREAM, and now its HERE.

This weekend, we will dedicate Judah to God, in the presence of friends and family, at a place I have called home for 15 years- Relate Church. And yes- you can watch online by clicking here at 11:40am PST on Sunday morning!

What a difference a year can make!

This week, this year, I am a ball of MUSH… Last Sunday we got to take the kids on a quick little getaway to our favourite place and brought them for the first time to the PanPacific in Whistler. It was such a dream!


Monday was June’s pre-school graduation, today is Jacob’s kindergarten graduation AND my oldest nieces 17th birthday (the beautiful girl that MADE me an auntie!), and on Sunday Judah will be dedicated.


So needless to say, I’ve been slightly emotional all week, and so for some reason I felt lead to go back and listen to an album that I haven’t listened to in a while.

As I had some alone time (PRECIOUS alone time… #momof4), I put on the Hillsong United album Empires, and I felt like God took me on this little journey again with these words in these songs. This was one of the albums that I would have playing in my car on the way to the hospital when Judah was really sick, and was what would be in my ears while sitting by his bedside. These are some of the first songs that Judah ever heard me sing… these words…

Here now… still my heart, let Your voice be all I hear now… fix my eyes on the things that I can’t see now… Spirit breathe like the wind come have Your way… cause I know You’re in this place…’

‘Say the word and there is light- say the word and dead bones rise… every start and end hangs on Your voice- for Your word never returns void…’

‘Even when my strength is lost, I’ll praise You… even when I have no song, I’ll praise You… even when its hard to find the words, louder then I’ll sing Your praise… take this mountain weight, take these ocean tears… hold me through the trial, come like hope again… even when the fight seems lost, I’ll praise You… even when it hurts like hell, I’ll praise You… even when it makes no sense to sing, louder then I’ll sing Your praise… Lord my heart burns only for You, You are all, You are all I want… and my soul waits only for You, and I will sing till the miracle comes… even when the morning comes, I’ll praise You… even when the fight is won, I’ll praise You…’

‘Your love surrounds me when my thoughts wage war, when night screams terror there Your voice will roar, come death or shadow God I know Your light will meet me there… when fear comes knocking there You’ll be my guide, when day breeds trouble there You’ll hold my heart, come storm or battle God I know Your peace will meet me there…’

I remember a year ago, listening to these songs in my bed, laying my hands on my belly, and RESOLVING in my spirit that these words that ring true to the unfailing word of God, would be the ‘thoughts and intents of my heart’- no matter where this journey would lead us.

And now a year later, in my van driving through Burnaby, I have realized the truths in these songs yet again…

He was there with me by Judah’s bedside and He is STILL with me now in this season that still has so much unknown, and so much fear that tries to slide in daily. And He is lifting the fears… I no longer brace myself daily for emergencies. I no longer wear a bra at night ‘in case’ our nurses have to come get me in the middle of the night… TMI?? HA!

God is so faithful my friends. He was faithful when I lost Joseph, He was faithful when Judah was on death’s doorstep (several times!), and He is faithful now when we are about to bring him to church to be dedicated- HE IS FAITHFUL!

I pray that wherever you are- wherever you find yourself at today when you read this- that you feel encouraged to KEEP BELIEVING, KEEP PRAYING, KEEP HOPING, KEEP TRUSTING God… He is so good!

Happy weekend to ya!


‘Dear Mom’- Hospital Edition

Dear Hospital Mom,
I see you, hospital mom.
I see you and your freshly birthed body, being wheeled down to the NICU to see your unexpected journey for the first time.
I see your tired eyes from watching numbers all day long.
I see you here, again, for the 8351st appointment for your toddler and your frustration that ‘they just can’t figure out what’s wrong’ with your sweet baby.
I see you coming in and out of the Oncology department, trying to give every ounce of joy left in you, to your bald and sick 7 year old.
I see your tears and your anger and your thankfulness mixed with frustration and your moments of joy amidst the trial.
I see you sitting by the bedside of your 16 year old in palliative care- where you’ve been for the last 8 years.
I see you changing your paralyzed toddler’s position every 2 hours in ICU, just to give her the best spot to breathe.
I see you making friends with nurses and therapists and specialists- these angels that care for our babies.
I see you snuggling your 10 year old boy, in his little bed, singing for him again.
I see you, fighting for your kid’s very life- fighting for your own life too.
I see you hospital mom, and can I just say- YOU’RE MY HERO.
You’re my hero because you got out of bed this morning.
You’re my hero because you do ALL THESE THINGS, and so much more.
You’re my hero because you are your kid’s biggest and best advocate.
You’re my hero because at the same time of being a hospital mom, you’re a soccer mom and a ballet mom and a school drop off mom and a teenaged-drama mom and a cheerios-on-the-floor mom. You’re a wife and a sister and a friend and a co-worker that misses working. You’re so much more too.
You’re my hero because you aren’t doing it ‘right’, you aren’t doing it ‘wrong’, you’re just doing IT. You’re going through the motions because that’s all you can do.
You’re my hero because you have given SO MUCH of yourself and put your life on hold.
I see you, hospital mom.
And I champion you. I encourage you to keep it up. Get up AGAIN. Push hard AGAIN. Show up AGAIN. Choose joy AGAIN. Do another appointment, give another med, challenge another diagnosis.

I see you, hospital mom. You’re OUR hero, and I wish I could buy you a coffee (make it a Venti), AND a massage today ❀ May you know how amazing you are XO