Our Daily Day
In a recent conversation with some friends, I listened to a lady share how time seems to be moving too quickly. We understood her to mean years, but she extended her comment to include her waking hours, and we all nodded in understanding. Another lady pointed out that all too often her day seems to go by so quickly that before she knows it, it’s over and she’s accomplished very little. Still another remarked that as long as she keeps busy, she doesn’t mind when the day comes to an end;...
Read MoreThe One Who Created it All
As I write this, my husband and I are enjoying a much anticipated visit with our son and daughter-in-law in the States. I came prepared to enjoy warmer days, having left behind piles of snow and freezing weather with great pleasure. Let’s face it, living through Ontario winters makes it very easy to seek sunshine that feeds buds on trees, encourages birds to express their morning wake-up call—much to the chagrin of some!— and makes sitting in a pool of sunshine a welcome treat. I think by...
Read MoreThere’s Mercy and Then There’s MERCY!
For well over a year I have been mulling over the use of the word mercy. Why? I’ll explain later; but for starters, I will begin with its definition. Extending mercy can mean “to show great kindness or compassion toward the distressed.” It can be used in expressing surprise or fear (My mother used to say, ‘Lord, have mercy!’ when she was upset or startled.) But mercy can also be defined as “the withholding of a just condemnation.” For example, in our judicial system...
Read MoreThe Worry Monster
My mom was prone to worry. All too often she would lose her battle with anxiety, and peace would escape her. Yet even during those times of struggle and disappointment, she knew to take her worries and fears to the One who would give her the peace she longed for. She was secure in her relationship with Christ, and her desire to serve God at a young age remained with her throughout her life. This greatly influenced me and impacted a multitude of people who came to love and respect her. She...
Read MoreThe Tree that Wasn’t a Tree
Do you remember your first Christmas tree? You know, the one where Santa would leave that special something you whispered about when you sat on his knee. I wish I could say I do. There is no doubt that we had Christmas trees throughout my childhood, and they likely stood in front of the living room window, looking out onto Ossington Avenue in Toronto. But sadly, I have no recollection of what they looked like. I do have a picture of me with my ‘walking doll’ that Santa left for me when I...
Read MoreGuardrails
I have long since accepted that snow-packed highways and dense whiteouts are part of life in Ontario in the winter. And late winter storms have a tendency to surprise the unsuspecting public, or perhaps I should say the naïve who flip the calendar to April and think that winter is over! But on a particular day in late March 1965 ,we did not fall into the class of the naïve. We were prepared for a storm, and as predicted, it arrived without mercy. We had been married less than a week and...
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