Remembering My Son

This beautiful hymn, written by Keith Green, was one of my son James’s favourites. In reading Keith Green’s bio online, I was surprised to find how close he was in age to our son, when he was taken in a plane crash, along with two of his little children. Keith was 28. Our James was 25. [Read more…]

Rabbit Trails and Time Capsules

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I don’t know how I do it. I’m checking emails, and two hours later I wake up to find myself lost on some website, having no clue how I got there, or why I’m even there. [Read more…]

“I Like Big James Best”

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Big James

Little James in this story turns 12 years old today. Big James was our oldest son, who was taken  from us about 7 months earlier. The following conversation took place in my living room on a summer evening in 2010… [Read more…]

Even the Smallest Details

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Today is June 5… a day my mind tends to drift down Memory Lane. I’d like to share a something that happened on a day that might otherwise have been filled with pain and sorrow. What God did for me that day was like a link between the two most important men in my life… a bridge between the past and the future. It was wonderful evidence to me that my loving heavenly Father cares about even the smallest details of my life. [Read more…]

Let’s Peek Through a Window

window_wood_darkI think we live in the best of times, enjoying the best of the present AND the past. The wonderful technology available to us today gives us a window into what was happening at any given point in the past.

Let’s take a peek through one of those windows now, shall we? [Read more…]

May 1, 1882

What does the First of May mean to you? Does it conjure up images of ribbons and maypoles?

To some, today is known as International Workers’ Day. To others it is Labor Day. Perhaps it makes you think of the Bee Gees song, The First of May.

For me, the First of May will always be remembered as my paternal grandmother’s birthday. [Read more…]

The Day My Life Changed Forever

December 29, 1982 began like any other winter morning in northern Alberta. But when they laid a tiny bundle in my arms early that afternoon, I knew my life would never be the same again. Six more children were born to us through the years. But there is something special about the firstborn child. As I gazed into her wonderful blue eyes and nuzzled her fuzzy blonde head, I prayed that Ian and I would be all she needed in a mother and father. [Read more…]

NaNoWriMo!

nanowrimo_2016_webbadge_participant-180And the Madness begins again! November Madness. NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month.

It’s Year 12 for our family, with a possibility of four of us participating. This time Nathaniel opted out, so I am the only one in our home who’s doing it.

NaNoWriMo. The best way for me to describe the fun, the excitement, the atmosphere of NaNoWriMo is to share something I wrote after our Kick-Off Party six years ago… [Read more…]

Little Robbie’s Big Day

rabbit3It was a beautiful October day in Rabbit Hollow. The afternoon sun shone brightly in a cloudless blue sky. The trees were brilliant red, gold, and orange.

Harvesting was done. The storerooms overflowed with carrots, turnips and cabbages. The village was alive with excitement and delicious smells as all the rabbit families prepared for the big day tomorrow — Fall Harvest Festival. [Read more…]

An Unusual Family

Willena & Jim - 1955

Willena & Jim – 1955

I wrote this 3 years ago…

An Unusual Family

There are plenty of reasons why I am thankful for the family I grew up in. Despite the loss of our father when we were very young, we were enriched by having him for a father. My mother was only 28 when Daddy died, leaving her to raise three little ones alone. It’s a tribute to her strength of character that she raised us with strong morals, and did everything in her power to give us all she could. [Read more…]