There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.
Exodus 18:18You and these people who come to you will only wear yourselves out. The work is too heavy for you; you cannot handle it alone. When we were visiting our son at CMR, we saw a fantastic object lesson in living colour. Teamwork works! The cadets were charged with accomplishing a variety of different …
It’s a time to celebrate! Canada is 144 years old. Today is a day when thousands of Canadians will head to the streets and watch parades, tour historic sites and eat cake. There will be barbeques and backyard parties and the night will explode in a cacophony of light with fireworks from coast to coast….
Forty-five minutes to travel six and a half kilometers! Talk about getting nowhere fast! On the road to visit our son in St. Jean sur Richelieu, we encountered traffic the likes of which we never experience at home. There was nothing we could do about it except wait it out. After hours of driving the…
When I was a young girl, my art teacher bemoaned the fact that if she said the sky was blue, I coloured it yellow, orange, red and purple. Blue water was blue, green, white and black. Grass was green, yellow and brown and the leaves on the trees and flowers in the fields were whatever…
Home, home on the rangeWhere the deer and the antelope playWhere seldom is heardA discouraging wordAnd skies are not cloudy all day. Interesting that clear skies are linked with the lack of discouraging words. When I think about how I feel when I’m discouraged, I could certainly link it with cloudy skies. On the other…
A tall solitary man gazes down into the closed eyes of his mother, a tear sliding down his cheek as he says goodbye. A little hand slides into his in silence as his granddaughter stands silently by his side; watching the stillness in the coffin and the grief on his face. No words are spoken…