NaNoWriMo!

NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month.

It’s Year 13 for our family. When our kids were all still at home, we had as many as six of us participating. This year I don’t know how many we have. I will, but then that goes almost without saying.

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 in 2010… [Read more…]

The Ebb and Flow of Life

It’s been four years since I wrote these words:

When the police came knocking on our door at 2:30am one bitter cold December night to tell us our son James had been killed in a highway accident, I thought it was the worst news a mother could ever hear. But early one morning three weeks ago, I got a call that was just as bad. Our daughter Irene called to ask me if I could come, because her husband had died that morning.

Years ago I read the book, Hind’s Feet on High Places, by Hannah Hurnard. The author believed that each one of us is given a life companion which will either turn us to God or away from Him. [Read more…]

What’s in a Name

On this day 65 years ago, my parents were married. James Michael Cummins and Willena Mae Livingston… the best mom and dad a little girl could have had.

And now, a little story that tells something about my parents… [Read more…]

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…]