Life

In my neighbourhood, when I am out for a walk and a person (or people) is walking toward me, we smile and/or nod and/or say hello. Recently I was in Toronto (the largest Canadian city) for two weeks, where I took walks once or twice daily – the weather was sunny and many, many people […]

Anyone who knows me well knows that I love the Bible. I read it through once a year by reading portions of it every day. It encourages me, convicts me, refreshes me, inspires me. I love the Bible. However: The sixty-six books of the Bible vary a lot! Some are historical, some are prophetic, some

“Are you okay?” my husband asked me. “Yeah, I’m fine,” was my answer. The truth was, I was sort of fine. That is, I should have been fine. But I was sort of not fine. There was nothing actually wrong except my attitude. Circumstances (one child was sick, another one was working at her new

In the last year, the year of the pandemic, I have tried to take a walk every day. I prefer to walk in the woods or by water as I find walking in such settings refreshes my soul. There is so much beauty, and I often think of lyrics from a song by Rich Mullins:

A memory came to my mind this morning: At one point in my childhood, my father worked on passenger trains. He’d be gone for a few days, then my mother would pick him up at the train station and bring him home (he’d be really tired). He would slowly climb up the stairs to our

Exercise. Many of us have experienced that when we begin a new form of exercise, be it swimming, walking, running, playing a new sport, using weights, at the beginning we don’t do it that well. But as we continue to do it, we get better. It’s pretty simple, really. I was thinking recently of a

I went on a walk and what did I see? First of all, let me say that I had things on my mind. Sad things. Naturally, as I was walking, I was thinking of these things. I could have easily missed the beauty, being preoccupied with my thoughts. But as I walked on a concrete

I am different. So are you. We know that scientifically speaking, each individual has a different DNA and fingerprints, but beyond that we know that our personalities, our gifts, and natural abilities are unique as well. Why then do we have such a strong desire NOT to be different but to be like others? I