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April 4, 2020

I'm moving into week 3 of the coronavirus.  Thankfully for me I'm not in danger, but it's no fun. Recovery is not linear and, just when I think I'm making headway, I seem to slide back in the wrong direction. 

This is particularly difficult as a single mother with two kids.  My two teenagers are pretty independent but, especially at a t...

January 21, 2020

It's a new year. But it's not just that, it is ournew year. 

Mine is not yours nor yours mine. It is not what it might have been, it is not what it will be (God willing) next year. It is what it is right now. And it's ours.

I say to my children that life is divided into two boxes:

There is no bridge between these two lives and, of course, the one on the righ...

December 6, 2019

Three weeks ago today, my fourteen year old son was assaulted.

In the playground at the end of the school day, a boy in his year took off his coat and laid down his backpack.  My son was facing in the opposite direction. This boy ran at full tilt toward my son and punched him hard in the back of the head. As he staggered to regain his balance, his assailan...

November 24, 2019

I am constantly astonished by what my children remember and how they remember it.  

In 2014, after I had asked the children's father to leave, I decided I would pull up the very old carpets in our house.  Rumour had it that there would be beautiful oak flooring underneath in the manner of all the houses in our 1950's neighbourhood, and I had long want...

October 18, 2019

Praise is like a hot air balloon. Thankfulness for all that we do have - and principally for Jesus Himself - raises us above our circumstances and gives us a clearer view.

Immediately we get context:

"Oh look there's a lovely village over there."

"Oh look it's not all boring motorway at all!"

"Wow, these trees are part of a huge wood!" 

"There i...

October 9, 2019

Right?  I think there are very few sitting up in an attic feverishly typing away trying desperately hard to pervert truth.  Heresy is much more subtle and unintentional than that. We are the frog sitting in the pot of cold water not noticing the heat increasing until we're boiled alive.

How can we stay aware of our vulnerability to it?  I th...

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