It was the darkest of days. Hope had breathed its last. Dreams were buried. Even after the sun dared shine again, confusion and misunderstanding made dark their minds. What now? What do you do when Faith proves to be vapour? When Hope has died? When Love lays lifeless? You cry. Mary stood outside the tomb…Read more »
Category: Stories
An Inconvenient Wind
I am frequently struck with untimely bouts of the giggles. They spring upon me at inappropriate times and the harder I try to subdue them, the more forcefully they press upon me. It is an affliction many in my family share. The Sunday before last, Rob and I were scheduled to serve Communion. We look…Read more »
Do Not Be Afraid
Fear scares stuff out of you. For real. My Max loves to sneak around the house. He is forever hiding behind doors, under furniture and in closets waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump out and scare somebody. It almost backfired today. He was home sick from school. Yesterday he was lay-on-the-couch-sleep-all-day sick. Today, it…Read more »
Loved
I need to begin with a bit of background. It will be brief to condense what could easily become a rather long, emotional rabbit trail, but it will help to set the scene. The year Shay entered Grade One and Koby started Kindergarten was a tough one. We had moved three times in under a…Read more »
One Day at a Time
Life is busy. Feeling like I might drown in the piles that grew around me, (both metaphorical and physical) I decided to stop worrying about tomorrow, and only deal with the issues of the present day. I am not superwoman and cannot do it all, but for today, I will try. I have since discovered…Read more »
Running the Race
I have a confession of sorts to make. I have signed up to run (?) a 10 km race. The people I’ve shared this with tend to react with shocked surprise, which they quickly attempt to mask. This does not bode well for me. I know. You are probably wondering what on God’s green earth…Read more »
Wedding Day
I see a bride. She is beautiful, dressed in white. The bride begins to run. She stumbles and falls. Her dress rips and stains in her struggle to get back up. This bride, she does get up. Struggling to her feet, she throws the train of her dress over her arm, and starts to run…Read more »
A Baby is Born Part 3: The End of the Matter
Despite the presence of a cheering section, despite Kendra and I being on our best behaviour, and despite all the methods we employed to encourage our nephew into the world, he would not come. It was with heavy hearts we released Eleanor and Wade to the operating room for a C-section. This time when Kendra and I…Read more »
A Baby is Born Part 2: The Wait
It was the day of my nephew’s birth. Proud of our positions as labour coaches, Kendra and I strode through the hospital doors purposefully. It was a time of heightened excitement, so truthfully, I was not surprised to feel an ominous turning in my stomach. I chalked it up to anticipation and tried to put it from my…Read more »
A Baby is Born: White Coat Syndrome Part 1
It has been more than a decade since my diagnosis. I had been symptomatic for quite some time, maybe most of my life, but in the years following the birth of my children the symptoms became increasingly frequent. I have White Coat Syndrome. Those who share my diagnosis know that when one has this affliction, they are prone…Read more »