Often the best way to tell a story, an adventure, is in the present tense. So, you will find some stories “in the rearview mirror”. Past events that have helped shape my present. Stories that are timeless and relatable. I hope they bring some tears, laughter, hope and encouragement to your journey.
It’s been a long couple of days. My thoughts have been overtaken by the events I witnessed on Friday.
The Romans are a brutal lot. Violence is common. But I just can’t get it out of my mind. What I saw. The man, Jesus, so battered and bruised and bloody. How can…
What happened? What was going on? Did he take a wrong turn? Go left instead of right at the fork? Did he get lost on the detour? How did he get here? Bruised, dirty and bloody in this dark, cold, lonely hell of a place!
Recently, I was asked to share a reflection for a team meeting in my workplace. I was at a bit of a loss for what to focus on so at dinner I asked my three children what they thought I should talk about.
My eldest daughter, Clara, is home right now doing her first year of Carleton University online. She is studying Global Politics with a focus on human rights. In the midst of a pandemic she sits alone in her room reading day after day. Copious amounts…
Spring is in the air! Can you feel it?
It’s enough to inspire one to wax poetic!
“Spring is here.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is.”
Did you see that robin? Do you hear that birdsong?
Put on your dancing shoes. Make way for the music.
As I lay in bed this morning, I heard fluttering. Then the soft, haunting coos of a mourning dove. Last year two mourning doves sometimes perched on one of my windowsills. Their soft murmuring song fluttered around my home. A new nest was built high in the tree...
I was just thinking about climbing under a cozy afghan and waiting for winter to melt into spring… Are you feeling down in the dumps and you just can’t muster the energy to climb out? Do you have an overwhelming urge to hibernate? Are you unusually tired even though...
For someone who loved to chat with everyone he met, his vocabulary now consisted of only a few words and phrases. Yet, whenever I went to visit him his eyes would shine, he would smile and say, “I will”…
It didn’t take long for me to realize I was in the wrong seat. The memorial service and reception was over. My immediate family and myself, plus my sister and brother and their families, gathered at a favourite restaurant for dinner. It was one of the “firsts”—those...
