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I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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A New Season
Here in Saskatchewan, we talk about the weather a lot and for good reason. It’s ridiculous. We’re under (yet another) advisory—this one for freezing drizzle. Old Man Winter isn’t letting go without a fight. Never, in my 66 years, has there been no spring though. Whether I lived in Saskatchewan, British Columbia, or Washington State,…
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What Shimmered This Week
Now and then, I like to look back at the week and call to mind some of the gifts it offered. What shimmered, so to speak. I heard that phrase recently and liked it. Here is a short list of a few things that shimmered for me this week. Snowmelt. It’s not happening fast enough…
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My Mother’s Mothers
Lately, I’ve been thinking about trees, specifically my maternal family tree. I come from my two times great grandmother, Maria. Maria was born in the Netherlands in the mid-1850s into a Dutch Anabaptist family. Mennonites were tolerated, but faced restrictions in the Netherlands due to their pacifist beliefs and refusal to serve in the military…
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Five Years Later
Journal entry. Wednesday, March 11, 2020It’s easier to allow my attention to get caught up in a whirlwind of anxiety about things over which I have little or no control than it is to love well. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. The news cycle is tough right now. We’ve never been on…
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Sunday Afternoon Check-In
Popping in to say “hello” and share some good things from the past week as it seems I’ve formed a habit of writing something here on Sunday afternoons (At least, I’ve done so for the two Sundays before this one. Does that count as a habit?) Sunshine and trickling snowmelt rivulets as winter gives way…
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What’s Saving Your Life Right Now?
Apart from limiting exposure to, or abstaining from altogether, the news and social media, what are you doing to support your mental health these days? There’s prayer and focusing on those things which are unseen but are just as real and far more reliable than what we experience with our senses, and I’m not discounting…
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Make Something
I started to write in this space yesterday morning. Once. Twice. Three times, a slip of my finger caused me to accidentally delete what I had just written. I should have taken that as a sign, but I’m slow to understand things sometimes. So, I persevered in frustration, until I felt tension in my body…
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What A Difference A Week Makes
Daffodowndilly She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south windAnd curtsied up and down.She turned to the sunlightAnd shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbour:“Winter is dead.” ~ A.A. Milne When last we met here, less than a week ago, we were still in the depths of a deep…
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Thoughts From the Frozen North
It’s ridiculously cold here in Saskatchewan—minus 40 this morning. It doesn’t matter if you measure your temperature in Celsius or Fahrenheit, -40 is -40, and it’s cold. Darn cold. Gerry and Molly and I are sitting in the living room undercover of blankets watching the 4 Nations Face-Off Canada vs Finland hockey game. It’s the…
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How’s Your Heart?
I stumbled across this question in something I was reading this morning and remembered that we asked it of one another a few years ago when things were dark. I don’t know about you, but I can slip into experiencing the world as dark and scary again these days if I’m not careful. This is…
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Things I Would Tell My Younger Self
A conversation with my best friend from high school on social media yesterday prompted me to give this some thought. It also kept me awake last night thinking about it. Step into the wayback machine with me and let’s visit 1976 when I was 17. Use your scholarship. Leave Princeton. Cultivate friendship. Find and follow…
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Seventy-Nine Days
The notification popped up on my screen yesterday afternoon: snowfall warning. Again. This morning, when Molly and I got up shortly after 4, the first thing I did was look out the window. Yup. The white stuff had arrived. Gerry, eternally optimistic, said, “it doesn’t look like much” when we were enjoying our morning coffee.…
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