Meet one of our fundraisers, Meaghan!

We are thankful for people who approach us with opportunities to raise awareness about Restorations and raise funds for us to open our first home.

A few years ago, we met Meaghan Martin, founder of the annual Sleep Tight PJ Party. This past year, Meaghan asked Restorations if we would consider being the charity her event would fundraise for at this November’s PJ Party event.

Meet one of our monthly partners, Hannah!

Monthly financial contributions from supporters and donors is a crucial way to ensure that we can open Restorations’ first home as soon as possible.

Hannah Van Dyk is one of our first monthly partners. We asked Hannah some questions that we would like to share with you all in hopes that you might consider monthly partnership too!

Voice

I’ve lost my voice.

Tis the season… of colds and illness. Combined with a busy season for Restorations attending numerous events and speaking engagements, a seasonal cold has caught up with me and I’ve lost my voice.

Every time I lose my voice, I am reminded of the privilege it is to have a voice – both the physical ability to speak words, and the privilege I hold in having my voice and my ideas heard.

Flourish

My daughter is three and in that phase where she’s curious and asks questions about everything and anything. We were running late one morning a couple of weeks ago, and as I was rushing her to the car she stooped over to pick up something from the ground. It was a bud of some sort and she asked, “Why is it green?” I quickly brushed her off with an “I don’t know.” Her response caught me off guard: “Maybe it didn’t have a chance to bloom.”

The Light of Hope

I am not a fan of winter – never have been, and likely never will be. The cold of our southern Ontario winters has me longing for milder spring and (better yet) warm summer.

This past weekend, we had above seasonal temperatures. It was glorious. Most winters, I find that I have to make extra effort to look after my mental health; something about winters just puts me in a funk. But this past weekend – as I spent time outdoors basking in the sun and milder temperature, thinking about my spring garden and summer barbeques – a word kept popping into my mind: hope.

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