Lynne Phipps

I had wanted a horse ever since I was a child, and now, finally, I had one, but wasn't sure I still wanted one. I had purchased Frank in the fall and had been busy working with him ever since. Throughout the winter, trust was being … Read more

As longer days of warming sun return to the north, the melt begins. Drip, drop, splash, crash — the sounds of spring as snow and ice melt and drizzle or slide with a slap from the roofs. How wonderful to envision green sprouts, still … Read more

My son loved to swim. He was always at the pool and had passed all his swimming badges at a very early age. Swimming was an adventure, it was cool, it was fun, until one day when it almost came to a deadly halt. Chris had been carrying … Read more

As we travelled from Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada, down the Island Highway to sightsee in Victoria, I was struck by the vast forest which bordered each side of the road. The trees grew so close together, yet each one was lush and … Read more

One of the three-year-olds in a parent-tot drop-in that I run has been going through a very cute stage. Whenever she is asked something which either she doesn't have the answer for or else she would rather not give the answer to, she … Read more

A number of years ago, a family member wrote a letter of apology to me concerning their behaviour in the past. That letter changed our relationship immediately. A relationship which had always been somewhat strained became warm and … Read more

Casey, my miniature long-haired dachshund, loves his stuffy toys, and in particular, his stuffed toy, Giraffe. Every night when he hops into bed, he races over to grab Giraffe, then hugs him to his furry little chest with both front paws. … Read more

Some days, I wonder why I write at all. Many days, I don't feel like writing anything, yet I do anyway. Why? The answer to that question is twofold: the Lord has given me a gift which He wants me to use for the glory of His kingdom, and … Read more

It was one of those days. You know the kind I mean: one little disaster follows another, until we finally reach the breaking point and we think we are just going to start screaming if one more thing goes wrong.

I was minding my … Read more

Mr Tumnus, our pygmy goat, which had arrived two weeks earlier, just wasn't doing well. My daughter had been spending lots of time with him down in the goat barn, but for most of the day, he wandered around forlorn and lonely, bleating in … Read more