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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I flew to Kamloops with Makiya on Wednesday, bringing her summer visit with us to an end. We both remarked on how quickly the time had passed. She reminded me that we can have lunch together regularly, thanks to the…
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Sunday Morning
It’s Sunday morning about 11:00. Ordinarily, we’d be in church. It’s been a busy weekend for both Gerry and me, and we’re playing hooky this morning. Soon, we’ll get in the car and drive approximately 71 km / 44 miles…
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Lord, Have Mercy
Gerry and I are watching the second season of Alone Australia. We’re binge watching, staying up later than usual as our granddaughter is at the local weekend youth centre and we (read: Gerry) are tasked with picking her up when…
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Saturday Morning
I am sitting in the shade of our backyard gazebo, having just watered my gardens and pulled a few weeds. The temperature is a reasonable 27C / 81F respite after a week of heat that kept me mostly inside my…
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A Whole Lot of Too Much
I mentioned last time that we traveled to British Columbia to visit our daughter and bring our granddaughter back to Saskatchewan with us for her summer visit. It’s a long way to travel: 1305 km / 811 miles. About 14…
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Lessons From the Garden
It’s 10 a.m. on July 12. I’m just in from watering the garden—the garden I despaired of every producing much given the cool, wet spring and early summer. We were away from home for a few days and such was…