Girlfriend, are you lonely?
A lone text, “I’m struggling.”A phone call, “Today is hard.”A Facebook message, “It’s been a day.” The quiet teen, behind the screen, scrolling through newsfeeds of activity.The busy working woman, beige file folders spilling over her desk.The smiling young mother,…
Living is Remembering.
Before my feet hit the cold floor this morning, before the sun began to invade the early morning darkness, before I uttered a single word, I knew. It was 11 years ago today. It was a snow globe morning in…
Remember when…
Remember when we gathered together, hands raised, voices raised, hearts raised? Remember when our mouths spread wide in uncovered smiles, in greetings, in worship?Remember when our pencils itched to scratch and create and dream of new ways to share His…
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…
Rise Up! It’s Coronation Day!
I sat on the blue printed picnic blanket in the tree lined park, leaves rimmed golden with Autumn’s breath dancing along with the children giggling and running around me. I laughed at the text message in my hand…my friends were…
But Did He Give You His House Key?
A wide rectangular magnet adheres the glittery gold notepad to our finger- smudged white refrigerator. “To DO” is scrawled across the top in bold black sharpie. The list is long, as it always is if you’re a homeowner. Finish the…
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…
Let’s be honest. There are tears in the in between
Friday loomed dark and cold before us all week. We’d been preparing for weeks for the love coupled with the heartbreak that we’d find yet again in the bread and the cup at the cross of Christ. As much as…
