(Note: Happy Mother's Day to the women around me who have led by example, by being courageous women of faith, whether out loud or silently over their Bibles. I love each and every one of you dearly, and you'll always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for praying. -C) A few days … Continue reading The Power of a Praying Woman
Come to the (S)table
Christmas. Christmas is my favourite holiday, easily. Snow suddenly becomes a winter wonderland (as opposed to the white wild-land it is the rest of the winter), people are mostly merry, there's an over abundance of chocolate (and this is NOT, I repeat, NOT a bad thing), hot cider, wood fires...the list is endless, really. But … Continue reading Come to the (S)table
When the Answer isn’t What We Want
For the last few weeks I've been struggling. With my relationship with God, with my work, and with myself. I was existing, and not living. Things and emotions kept piling up, and I let them wear on my heart. The other day I simply sat and thought, "What am I doing here? I live and … Continue reading When the Answer isn’t What We Want
Lamentations
As I sit here, swaddled in thick blankets, surrounded by kleenex, water and cough drops, the last thing I really want to do, is to have to fight this all consuming need to compare myself to those around me. How is it so easy that I fall into this time and time again? Why is … Continue reading Lamentations
Saturday Mornings and Shark Mugs
Chilly Saturday mornings need to start with devotions, tea in shark mugs and bed heads. A couple of months back I realized that I'd never read the Bible cover to cover. It's been a challenge, but I've loved every minute of it. I've struggled, I've not understood some things, heck, I've even fallen asleep … Continue reading Saturday Mornings and Shark Mugs
I Know the Plans
The following is an excerpt from a letter: Here goes. A few months back, my Mom and I were in the Christian book store in town here. I was admiring a few wall hangings, and there was a particular one that stood out to me. Four simple words were written on it. In the moment, … Continue reading I Know the Plans
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(Note: This was written on January 12, 2015, three months after the accident. It was originally published on my storiesfromanurse blog, but I've decided to move it here.) I told myself I’d never write this. I didn’t want to. It was just a regular day. October 30. I’d gone to town to meet my parents. I … Continue reading 2680