Author: Anne Russell

I had just finished reading an article in a magazine that dealt with the miracle of healing. I knew the author, and some days later, I wrote to that person and unloaded all the health issues I had been going … Read more

I have before me a card that I received before Christmas. I held it back so that I might take the time to write a letter to send along with my return card. Well, although my intentions were good, the … Read more

I live in a diversified, multi-cultural area to the northwest of the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. This area I now call home was only a small town sixty years ago. Now it has multiplied into the thousands. And yes, … Read more

The other day, I took time to finish reading a book that had lain on the coffee table for some time. As I did so, something else caught my attention. In the china cabinet, I saw a candy jar that … Read more

No doubt there have been times when we, or people we have known, have observed events that have made us angry at God. It could be abuse, torture, the loss of a loved one through a horrific death, or the … Read more

I would have been around eight years old as one particular Christmas was approaching. We lived in the Parkdale area of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Our old rented house on Roncesvalles Avenue was a quaint house, as I remember it, with … Read more

As Advent begins, it truthfully scares me that amid all the hustle and bustle we can so easily lose the true meaning of Christmas. People who celebrate Christmas as a holiday filled with gifts, Christmas trees, and decorations sometimes get … Read more

I once lived in one of the most beautiful areas in southern Ontario. It was filled with tall, ancient oak trees, and the property had a huge garden. I was still of school age and thought that this was wonderful, … Read more

Having had a postcard sent to me a few years ago, I chose to keep it on my computer desk where it sits to remind me to be still and recognize that I am in the presence of God, in … Read more

A time came when we all knew my Dad was dying. I felt very close to my Dad, and I believe that he was concerned about how I would react when he was gone. Dad took me aside one day … Read more