Tag: faith

  • 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

    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

    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

    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…

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  • This Morning

    This Morning

    This morning, we acknowledge the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is a day of celebration after the darkness of Good Friday and Holy Saturday. We will make some noise with our church family this morning as we proclaim Hallelujah! He is risen! This morning, I am also thinking about Makiya’s friend in Caronport…

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  • Good Friday

    Good Friday

    I wake up early, 4:30 a.m. early, and carry Maya from the bedroom in one hand and my iPad and Kindle in the other to the kitchen, quietly closing the bedroom door behind me. I retrieve my jacket from the front closet and pull it on in a way I’ve learned to do while carrying…

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