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.
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...
The phone rang, but I was busy so I let the answering machine get it. No message. A couple of minutes later it rang again. No message. Quickly it rang a third time. I picked it up, annoyed that the person on the other end wouldn’t leave a message when I was so busy!...
A new adventure has begun! Why don't we give it a broad general name for now… how about “2021?” Let’s look down the road to see what’s ahead….. Hmm, mine is shrouded in fog...nope, it's snow. I can’t see much at all! How about you? I’m feeling a little wary. I like to...
I was just thinking about 2020. December felt different this year, as have most of the months of 2020. It has been a year unlike anything most of us have known. I heard these comments in December, “we can hardly wait until 2020 is behind us”, “finally the last month...
T h e y t r a v e l l e d f a r . Tired. Exhausted. No room. No room at the inn. A stable. A manger. A star. Pain, water, blood, cries... Five fingers. Five toes. Two eyes. A mouth and a nose. A Baby born. Perfectly formed. ...
Adrianna closed her tired eyes. “Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” The carol whished around her. By the end of the second verse the beauty of the music settled on her weary shoulders. “Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love’s pure light.”...
