When the Unexpected Happens
To say that Doug and I enjoy feeding the birds at our summer trailer would be an understatement. Syrup water for the hummingbirds; niger seed for the red and yellow finches and chick-a-dees; black sunflower seeds for the blue jays, mourning doves, nuthatches, woodpeckers and very often the chick-a-dees; and various flavours of suet for anyone who can get to the cage first. Of course peanuts are a must for the woodpeckers and the occasional nuthatch. This year we’ve had families of blue jays,...
Read MoreAn Inconvenience
I made a rather silly comment last week during the early days of suffering with a pinched nerve in my back. In hindsight it’s probably a remark one makes with a great deal of whining while throwing a pity party: “This is really messing up my summer.” I had plans for the last week in June to focus on some projects for the fall and even bigger plans for July and August. I didn’t need this inconvenience! How self-absorbed is that! And then I got thinking… One of the things...
Read MoreGod’s Priorities [My Life is Not About Me!]
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One of the many joys I’ve experienced as the calendar flips from month to month and year to year is being blessed with new friends. One such person has reached into my heart in a unique way and has enriched my life with her passion and love for Jesus. I met Cathy Foyston briefly in 2013, but over these past five years, our friendship has become more intentional despite the two hour car ride and blustery winters that separate us. Cathy and her husband, Bill own Back of Beyond Equine Centre...
Read MoreA Mountain Too Hard to Climb
Ten days ago I spent a delightful afternoon with my twenty-year-old granddaughter, getting caught up on where she’s at in life and enjoying a bowl of Bombay soup and a vegan wrap. We ate in a small restaurant in Brooklin, a town just north and west of Oshawa. And I’d go back there any day; the food was delicious! When I stood to leave, I noticed a large chalk board on the wall behind me. It was quite obvious that it was used to share wise thoughts and encouraging words with those who were...
Read MoreThe Soldier Who Killed a King
Several years ago my artist-son penned the following: words are letters often shaped in quiet thought that paint a picture, tell a story, recall a memory. As an author and speaker, I cannot tell you how many times I have quoted him, and I am compelled to reference his quote once again. Having just finished reading The Soldier Who Killed a King: A True Retelling of the Passion, the author’s words have painted a picture, told a story, and I am left remembering the death and resurrection of my...
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