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Oh, How Time Flies

We spend a lot of time talking about time. How time flies. Wondering where it goes. Trying to make up for lost time, and how it is high time. We...

The Shifting Seasons of Light

I try to seize every opportunity to be outside. And so most days can find me hiking along one of the trails that are scattered throughout our community. Some of...

we are beloved. beautifully and wonderfully made. one of His good gifts.

The world can try to steal parts of us. But we can also give pieces away. And much of what we loose, we have carelessly, recklessly, and unnecessarily relinquished. To...

Washing My Own Face First

A number of years ago I made a snap judgment about someone, based on what I thought I knew. But later, when I learned one important piece about her story...

When a Ship Goes Down, Some Rise, Some Fall

There are two contrasting scenes in the 1997 movie, Titanic, that still haunt me. The first scene is set in the lavish dining room, which conveys a sense of abundance....

Running My Race, Straining Towards the Finish Line

Our first hand experiences and knowledge of the world has grown due to today’s greater capacity and efficiency in communication and travel. As a result, one could easily imagine that...

Books, An Invitation to Walk Through the Uncomfortable

I recently read on Twitter that a school district in the States has banned the book, To Kill a Mockingbird, from its reading list because it “makes people uncomfortable”. Of...

Remaining Silent, Until Speaking

I have a tough time remaining quiet. Even when I have resolved to remain silent, before I know it words can escape and be given life. One of my God...

Taking the First Step

We can all prefer to stay in the familiar, rather than pursue something that is different or novel. Even when the familiar is destructive and fruitless. As a counsellor I ...

A Warm Cloak for a Winter Season

After facing persecution, he had been arrested and was now imprisoned. One can only imagine the sparse, bitter, reduced conditions of his existence. While in prison he wrote a letter...