faith

  • I’m looking for her.

    I rounded the cobblestone arch of the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland and caught my breath at the sight of St. Giles Cathedral. Surprised by my tears, I whisked them away as I walked up the steps and slipped in…

  • Who Goes?

    Snow crunched beneath her boots as she forged a path across the icy walkway. Nervousness leapt in her heart as she fingered the handle of the bag, sensing the weight of it in her hands. She slipped it on the…

  • Is that a Threat or a Promise?

    30 plus years later, at the drop of a hat I can still sing so many of the songs I learned as a little girl growing up in the 80’s in Sunday School. Can you see the group of little…

  • The Most Powerful Witness

    We stood in a small circle together for the first time in six and a half months, two feet apart, various coloured masks covering our faces, anxious to serve in our church’s kid’s ministry again. Our space was small, our…

  • I’ve Been Gifted Today

    I woke up this morning, foggy with sleep but keenly aware that today was October 25th. I whispered in the darkness “thank you for today”. I won’t miss a minute of gratitude today: My husband singing around the house while…

  • Don’t Forget Who You Are

    As we pulled out of the beach house for another year, sticky salt spray blew up from the beach adhering the fine red sand of our cherished Prince Edward Island to our black mini van This thin layer of memories…

  • Heirloom: When God Doesn’t Do What You Think He Will

    The painter sat on the linoleum floor that sunny Wednesday morning, a black garbage bag spread out under the freshly stripped kitchen chair. Slow, deep, breathing could be heard in the kitchen as the canister was tipped back and forth…

  • How To Be A Good Friend When Her Baby Dies

    Breathe. Hot, steamy water ran down my body, as I showered. My heart thudding in my chest, I recounted the details of the unexpected phone call I had just received. The message I hadn’t expected to hear. The message I…

  • When Darkness Threatens, Look for Fireflies

    “Turn on the light!” He bellows in a rage from his bedroom. There is a tremor in his voice. I know rage that sounds so angry stems from fear, a fear I’ve yet been able to teach him to move…