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…]

A Withered Hand

reach out your hand

I wrote this ten years ago, and posted it last year on this blog. When I wrote it, all 7 of our children were still at home, and I was homeschooling 5 of them. I had just discovered I have ADD. I’m re-posting it now, because it has a new meaning for me… as I will explain in an upcoming post. [Read more…]

God of All Comfort

God's Wordoriginally published by me on FaithWriters.

“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort…” ~2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (KJV)

The words penetrated the aching cloud of grief that had held me captive for the past month. The God of all comfort… [Read more…]

The Farm

swingingAt the foot of the lane, just inside the gate, protruded a long, rusty pipe embedded in the steep rock wall. From its spout gushed a cascade of sparkling cold spring water, into a square, moss-grown stone reservoir. Although this was intended for cattle, we children had discovered its real value. How delicious and cool it was to our parched throats after a rollicking game of “hide and seek” or “kick the can.” [Read more…]

I Remember

Remembrance Park, Georgetown ON

Remembrance Park, Georgetown ON

originally published by me on FaithWriters

There were two parks in the small southern Ontario town where I grew up. My husband had never seen either of them, having grown up in Alberta. We’d already strolled through the big park where the annual Rodeo and Fall Fair were held. I’d shown him the dinosaur monkey bars and tall climbing trees where I’d spent so many happy hours. [Read more…]

Choosing My Battles Wisely

mother and daughter

(written in 2008)

A young mother asked me, “If you had one piece of advice for parents of teens, what would it be?”

I replied, “Choose your battles wisely, and don’t sweat the small stuff.” [Read more…]

Pyromaniacs and Wannabe’s

campfire

Winter may be nearly over where you live. But here in Alberta, we may have to wait for two more months before spring comes for sure. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and new snow blankets the countryside around our home. My mind drifts back to a much colder night about ten years ago…  [Read more…]

Time for a Little Talk

~ Fiction based firmly in fact…

The tree stood proudly in the corner, tiny lights casting a twinkly glow on glossy balls and finely detailed wooden decorations. The popcorn and cranberry strands had, despite the presence of half a dozen small children, miraculously remained intact. Donna’s swift glance took in the gifts under the tree, the music waiting on the piano, the couch, TV and bookshelves free of toys and books, the extra dining table set up in the middle of the room with another smaller one beside it for little people. Five-month-old Mikey was asleep in his baby seat at the end of the couch. Her husband, Jeff, was down in the basement, looking for more chairs.

“Mommy! Daddy! They’re here!” The chorus of excited voices came from the top of the stairs. [Read more…]

One Year Ago

It’s hard to believe it’s been 6 years since we lost our son James… and 5 years since I wrote the following… [Read more…]

My Greatest Burden is My Greatest Blessing

b2_sun_14A valuable and rather surprising lesson I learned from my daughter Irene in the spring of 2004…

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