My little granddaughter sometimes has a problem coordinating what she is thinking about doing with what her limbs are actually doing. Right now, the struggle appears when I am trying to help her get her boots or her jacket on. She will put … Read more
For the first two weeks of my life, I was not called Alice, my present name. My parents were trying out the name Helen. They must not have been sure about it, because there was no definite mention of a name in the early letters to my … Read more
When I was young, I had determined to be the perfect mother, but that was before encountering the unfamiliar subway system in Toronto, Canada, with my two children, aged three and four. It was Monday. The day before, I'd heard a study of … Read more
As I made a cup of tea to start the process of waking up, this song jumped into my brain: Nothing's too incy-wincy for His care Nothing's too big, big, big for His power Nothing's too teeny-weeny for His care. – Doug Horley I wrote … Read more
One day, I spoke at length with an elderly man, who told me of his long career in the Canadian civil service. It had been years since his retirement, yet his memory was sharp as he recounted the departments in which he had served, the … Read more
The guest pastor read his chosen Scripture. The words sounded eerily familiar. It was like I'd read it an hour previously. And then it hit me — they were included in that day's readings in my daily Bible reading plan. I know for certain … Read more
Both were named Mike, both were good friends, and both had vastly different influences on me. I met the first Mike when I was 15. My dad had been called as pastor of the church where Mike and his family attended. I was in the rebellious … Read more
When as a teenaged girl I became a representative for Christ, I was lightly teased by non-Christian schoolmates. They thought that I was strange. I didn't fit in with the kids who didn't have or didn't want Jesus as their Saviour. When I … Read more