This month, instead of biking the streets and trails of Vancouver’s temperate rain forest, I’ve been walking the paths and neighborhoods of Dartmouth and Hubley. Here in Canada’s east, I’ve traded Vancouver’s grey skies and rain for bright sun and snow and wind that bites my cheeks. Here, streams and
Last Friday, just as the sun was rising, I walked along the Vancouver seawall, praying my grief over leaving and my gratitude for the richness of these past sixteen years. At that hour the next morning, I’d be at the airport, waiting for the flight to take me back to
Most mornings these days as I bike, I’m praying Psalm 139. “O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar.” It has been a favorite prayer for decades, this twenty-four verse reminder that God
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