Living in Moose Jaw makes me happy and I feel at peace here. My heart is broken and I’m grieving the loss of my boy, Murphy. These first days of 2023 are paradoxical. I’m reminded of what Frederich Buechner wrote about the paradox of this life in Wishful Thinking. “The grace of God means something
What a week this has been! This morning, I’m taking time to breathe and look back at the blessings with a Friday’s Fave Five Post. An accepted offer. We were on our way home from church on Sunday when our realtor called. “An offer came in this morning,” he said. And this time it was
Never have I enjoyed a Good Friday church service as much as I did the one Gerry and I attended this morning. It's been three years since we sat in a church sanctuary with a group of, mostly unmasked, brothers and sisters in Christ and marked this Holy day by singing, listening to a word
These nights are restless. Last night I lay awake praying, searching for words, and finally giving up and trusting that wordless heart prayer was enough. This morning I’m thinking of the world my grandmothers lived in, and what it was like for them to say goodbye to their sons who were heading off to fight
It's been a week, hasn't it? Wars and rumours of wars, mandates, "vaccine passports" and the fact that British Columbia is the only Canadian province that has yet to make a commitment to drop the "passports". Government overreach and political rhetoric. Real and manufactured news. The tsunami of information one has to sort through to
At risk of being shunned by some circles in which I travel, I’m going to make a confession. When faced with adversity, if someone tells me that God is in control, I want to throw up. Just being honest. Not asking for absolution. I could name countless situations in my life, in the lives of
I read a post this morning on Christy Woolum’s blog, Gathering Around the Table, called Ten Things Savimg My Life Right Now, where she shared 10 things helping her through the bleak mid-winter. Her post was in response to Anne Vogel’s post on her blog, Modern Mrs. Darcy, and invitation to others to do make
In the middle of the day, I cry. Not a big, blubbering ugly kind of cry, but a tight throat, tears falling unbidden from my eyes cry. It could easily turn into a full-blown weep-fest, but I reign it in for the time being. Even so, the release helps. Crying performs a function; there’s wisdom
As we step lightly through these final days of 2021, it occurs that I’m leaving this year with a vastly different mindset than what I entered it with. As it was for many of us, my emotional well-being took a beating in 2020, and I fell into deep depression. I began 2021 seeking help and
We’re not going back. What was is no longer and won’t be again. It’s difficult to wrap one’s mind around it—at least it has been for me—but I’m there now. The sense of being trapped on a rollercoaster I didn’t choose to ride, careening on a course into the unknown, is more real today than
Faith is not science. Faith transcends logic as love transcends calculations. Faith is not statistics but a relationship with God that over time makes one wise, not certain. Scot McKnight Lord, keep me from the propensity to want to be right and certain and puffed up with knowledge. Meet me in the mystery. Teach me