I can remember summers gone by based on their playlist. There was the summer of Spiceworld, when every pre-teen girl knew her Spice Girl nickname (and which one she secretly wished she could be). Then there was the summer before Grade 6 when my friends and I made up a music video to Sometimes by Britney Spears, practicing… Continue reading Summer, music, years gone by
My husband bought a sailboat last summer. We’ve enjoyed a fair amount of adventures so far, and though I haven’t learned to sail I go for the sheer excitement of it all. The dark waves, white capped, rolling under us, splashing over us, rocking the boat side to side. The sky a wide expanse of… Continue reading Sailing, faith, and holding on
“Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” (Proverbs 14:4) Years ago when my husband and I were just newlyweds, a family we had recently met invited us over for dinner. I walk into the kitchen to see pumpkin soup simmering on the stove – the shell… Continue reading Pumpkin soup and laundry heaps
“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.”
We are more than a week into spring where I live. Yet the ground is still frozen, trees and bushes are covered in snow, car bumpers are lined with icicles, the wind blows strong and cold. It’s been 3 weeks since the young man at our church passed away suddenly. I found myself on my… Continue reading This is close
My husband has a nice little habit of dropping his clothes on the floor rather than putting them away. Through conversation amongst other married friends, I have discovered how popular this habit is. It used to be a major pet peeve of mine, being the neater person of the two of us. I would watch the pile grow… Continue reading Just a pile of clothes
When my husband and I got married we were given a picture that read “Home is where your story begins”. We hung it above the cupboards in the little apartment we moved into after the wedding. I thought the picture was tacky, to say the least. But my husband had carefully done the measuring and… Continue reading Home is…where?