Posted by in Devotionals When my oldest son was a baby there was a stuffed angel I would place in his crib as I laid him down to sleep. If you were to squeeze the angel’s belly, it would speak this prayer in the soft, innocent voice of a child. Through the years, it was a prayer I often…Read more »
Posted by in Devotionals, Stories Persist. It’s a word that’s been lingering in the background of my life the last couple of years. Sometimes a whispered encouragement. Sometimes a challenge, a goal I feel too tired to achieve. It can sound inspiring – like when we hear it attributed to Olympic athletes who have endured bruises, blisters, long practices, the…Read more »
Posted by in Devotionals, Stories I have this weird fear. I’m scared of dolls that look like real people. Cabbage Patch dolls, Raggedy Ann dolls, Barbie dolls, let’s face it, they look nothing like the real thing. But Walking Wendy. She was a whole different story. Growing up, my sisters and I had a Walking Wendy doll. She looked like…Read more »
Posted by in Stories 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 »
Posted by in Stories 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 »
Posted by in Devotionals Sins of the Fathers[1] The rays of Easter sunrise still shine through the outstretched arms of invitation. The light still shines in the darkness, and the darkness can not extinguish it. Yet this week, the cold fingers of darkness still sent a shiver. Innocence silenced, as fuel, devoured in fires of consumption. I read the…Read more »
A Space for Grace 