Well, friends, here we are at the changing of the seasons once again. In Nova Scotia, piles of snow double my height in a nearby parking lot have shrunk to less than half my height. Until a couple of days ago, ice still rippled and curved around branches in a
I wonder how you’re feeling as we enter Lent. Some years, at least some part of me dreads this season that can feel heavy and hard. Other years I look forward to the intimacy of walking toward the cross with Jesus. This year, Lent feels like it fits. With so
It’s two months today since the moving company came and packed into their van all that I was bringing from my Vancouver home to my new, old, Nova Scotian home. And it’s five weeks today since I wrote here. Sometimes, in these transitional seasons, I struggle to string together meaningful
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