We’re thankful to live near water. We lived by the English Channel on the south coast of the UK, here we live by the Saint John River. Right now many people in Fredericton are clearing up after some record-breaking spring floods. The river breaks its banks to some extent every year when temperatures rise and…
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Palaces, Concert Halls or Out in the Fields
When I was a little girl, I went through a stage of wanting to be famous. I wanted to be a TV presenter. I wanted to be noticed. I don’t know where this ambition came from. It’s clearly not a dream that came true. I was asked to read a story in our Church family’s…
Slip or Grip in 2017
Just a few days ago I got stuck in a stranger’s driveway. I was dropping one of the girls off at a friend’s house a way out of town. It was dark and by the time we spotted the house number we’d passed it. I decided to turn around in the next drive which was on…
Life Lessons in the Coffee Aisle
Here was my dilemma in the grocery store this morning. I had to buy coffee for myself – I can only drink decaf in order to avoid terrible headaches. I have in my hand some fair trade decaf ground coffee, yet I see that Nescafé instant is less than half price of what I’m holding in my hand….
New year, new beginnings, new hope
Something strange happened on the last couple of Saturdays. As we sipped our morning tea and coffee (me tea, Tim coffee) Tim asked, ‘What shall we do today?’ Not such an unusual question, but Saturdays are not often like that for us. For the past I don’t know how long Tim has worked at the…
When things go wrong…
After writing my post about getting God’s perspective only yesterday I promptly fell into a proverbial hole this morning, complete with cement-filled boots to weigh me down, over a leaking toilet and a car that needs fixing for the third time in as many months. ‘Why doesn’t anything go right for us, Lord?’ Those words went through my…
A puzzling four years?
This coming week we celebrate four years in Canada. Sometimes we talk about when we first arrived. The children like to remember how old they were, how they had their hair and how different their voices were, the freezing cold as we stepped off the plane in Halifax, collecting Roxie from cargo and watching her…
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