Tag: faith
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I’m Not Optimistic About 2025
The liminality of the days between December 25 and January 1, paired with an ice storm making it unsafe and unwise to venture out, keeps us home. Having consumed too much fat and sugar, we feel dim-witted and lazy. A jigsaw puzzle on the dining table, books on our devices, and a little Yorkie who…
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And So, Advent
On Saturday, Gerry and I went to see the annual Christmas performance at nearby Briercrest College and Seminary in Caronport—a dramatic musical called A Christmas in Caron, 1942. It was inspired by the real-life story of Royal Air Force cadets who came to the Caron flight training school (about 25 minutes west of Moose Jaw)…
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One
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 to scripture, listen to a short homily, and receive the Eucharist. Anglican services are steeped…
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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 by things in this world—nothing surprises me anymore. Mostly, I’m grieved and left wondering how…
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Good Friday
Molly and I were up early as usual. We woke to snow—one last (I hope) blast from Old Man Winter. His days are numbered; next week looks stellar in terms of weather. I watched part of last night’s Maundy Thursday service online this morning, thankful for technology. More thankful for Jesus. It’s after 2 p.m.…
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Good Friday
Molly and I were up early as usual. We woke to snow—one last (I hope) blast from Old Man Winter. His days are numbered; next week looks stellar in terms of weather. I watched part of last night’s Maundy Thursday service online this morning, thankful for technology. More thankful for Jesus. It’s after 2 p.m.…
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Called To the Deck
With a soft blanket wrapped around my shoulders, I step barefoot out onto the deck where it’s wet, dark, and quiet. I need to connect with the Divine. I felt drawn from my bed where I lay sleepless and restless, trying to pray and not sure if the muddled thoughts in my mind were prayer…
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Broken Plates
Last year at this time, we were sorting and packing in preparation for the big move from Kamloops to Moose Jaw. I snapped a photo of these broken Fiesta dishes that I had been hanging on to, thinking I might use them to make a mosaic of some sort one day. I decided it was…
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Tuesday Thoughts
It must be (almost) fall because I’m nesting. It’s been a long time since I baked, but I’m browsing recipes and made a Starbucks copycat lemon loaf today. (Gerry deems the recipe to be “a keeper.”) There’s a piece of paper on my countertop with the start of a small grocery list. Icing sugar and…
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Taking the Slow Way Home
Things happen fast. Here in southern Saskatchewan, we went from winter to summer in the about two weeks. On Friday, my granddaughter and I went to Regina for a bit of retail therapy and when we returned a lilac bush next to the driveway was displaying the first green of leaves. In the backyard, other…
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Crafted By the Creator
It’s April 20 and, here in southern Saskatchewan, we’re under a snowfall warning for the third day in a row. It looks more like January than April outside. One could become discouraged if not for an unrelenting faith that spring will eventually show up. We determined earlier that it wasn’t worth the risk of driving…
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A Gray Day
It is gray and raining. We are still under a winter storm watch, but the above-freezing temperatures give me cause to believe it won’t amount to much here in Moose Jaw. Maybe I’m being overly optimistic—time will tell. It’s likely to be a different story east of us. The gloom of this morning matches my…