It’s a Thursday morning and I’m getting the boys ready for a trip to our city’s waterfront. My 4 year old wants to look at the boats, play on the playground, take a ride on the ferry. It’s June and sunny, but the air is cool. I zip zippers, snap buttons, velcro shoes. Toss the… Continue reading Band aids and a lesson in love
Through my teenage years I read my Bible with great conviction but even greater guilt. Did I read for long enough? was the constant thought running through my mind as I lay in bed at night, eyes drooping, the light from the clip lamp on my headboard shining on the NLT that lay open on… Continue reading Whatcha reading?
I remember a day 3 years ago when I had just dropped my 15 month old son off at daycare and returned home to prepare for my afternoon of teaching in my Grade 2 classroom. The next hour of my day was more precious than gold to me. It was squeezed in-between the busyness of… Continue reading Even moms need water wings sometimes
“How are you doing over there, Andrea?” A friend of my parents turns to me and asks. We are seated at a long table in a restaurant, surrounded by my parents and a handful of their friends. We’ve just come from a Good Friday service. I smile and respond that I’m doing well. “I’m just… Continue reading “You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life.”
“By this time it was noon, and darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. The light from the sun was gone. And suddenly, the thick veil hanging in the Temple was torn apart. Then Jesus shouted, ‘Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands!’ And with those words he breathed his last.” (Luke… Continue reading Love is alive
I get so frustrated sometimes. That I’m not smarter, more knowledgeable, funnier, even. That I’m not more eloquent. That I’m not a better writer. That when I want the right words I never have them. That when I want to do the right thing, I never seem to know what that is. The world would… Continue reading In need of a plumber
“Two boys?” The lady in line behind me asks. I smile and nod as I simultaneously grit my teeth at the price of yet another load of groceries. “You’re lucky,” she says. I know, deep down, she’s right. But in that moment I want to tell her that although they look adorable sitting side by side… Continue reading Making heaven real