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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Most Sunday mornings, you’ll find Gerry and me in downtown Moose Jaw in a beautiful century old church building, called St. Aidan, with a body of local believers. Together we pray, give attention to God’s word by reading and listening…
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Taking Up My Life Again
We enjoy a few days visiting with my cousin; his significant other and now our new dear friend; and a little puppy named Ebony who becomes fast friends with Molly. It takes a few hours for Molly to warm up…
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Change Is In the Air
The weather gauge in our backyard reads 3C / 37F when I get up. One degree lower than it was yesterday morning. We’ve been chewing on the idea of doing a Costco run to Regina today and I chew on…
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Do You See What I See?
In the morning, I spend time in the garden. I pull lettuce that has bolted; pop one, two, then three Tiny Tim tomatoes in my mouth; water, pick the last sour cherries from the tree; pull a few weeds, and…
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The Growing Season
I pick the few remaining pea pods and pull the yellowing vines. Is it my imagination, or was the yield much less than past years? I stop telling myself that the sorry looking green bean plants will produce anything and…
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This, I Believe
Something that came across one of my socials this afternoon that made me cry. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten emotional in light of a current event and it won’t be the last. I’m no longer shocked or outraged…