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Over in A Day

If you’re anything like me, your house probably resembles a war zone this morning. Dishes to be put away. Forgot to turn on the dishwasher. Stray glasses hiding here and there. And let’s not talk about the living room. Presents, garbage bag overflowing with wrapping paper, so easily discarded after being so painstakingly applied. It’s…
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Dreams, Death and Daring To Live…

We are about a week away from the end of 2013. My head is still spinning a little. As we rang in the new year for 2013, I looked forward to a busy year of happy planning and family celebration. I was already preparing for two bridal showers, the wedding and a reception in Bermuda…
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Shooting For The Moon…Or Somewhere In The General Vicinity.

Do you remember what it was like to dream? Remember laying on your back on a summer star-lit night, a warm wind caressing your cheeks, studying the sky and listening to the sound of your own heartbeat through the excitement charged darkness? Remember staring up at all those small shimmering stars, wondering how many there…
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The Waiting Room (aka Climbing The Walls)

We’ve all been there. Whether it’s the dentist, doctor, veterinary clinic…waiting is no fun. Especially when you don’t know the outcome. Ever been called back to run more tests, had to wait to speak to the doctor, trembling inside, wondering what news you will be given? Ever had to wait on news of a loved…
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Sunsets

One of my very favorite things is watching the sun go down. I don’t know why, but there’s just something majestic about a sunset. When I was at university in Ontario, I would go to the top of our res building and stand at the window in the corner and watch the sky change from…
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Family

* This past summer with my daughter and new hubby, his mom, (Dad was taking the photo) and my Dad and stepmom, and my son on the end. I don’t know about you, but family is the most important thing in my life. I am so grateful to God, every day, for blessing me with…
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In All Things…

I turned 48 on Sunday. I celebrate birthdays. Always have, always will. I love getting together with family and friends, a large group or small, doesn’t matter. I really don’t need a birthday, a reason, to celebrate. At least that’s what I’ve always thought. Lately, that hasn’t been true. Lately, life hasn’t been easy. Lately,…
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When Every Word Counts…Why I Do What I Do

A little over ten days or so ago, I wrote The End. The book is called First Harvest, and it’s been brewing since, oh, 2011 I suppose. I remember because that summer my mother in law was ill and we were driving back and forth from our cottage to her town, where she was hospitalized, about…
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Addendum To Today's Post

Well, I had a problem. After today’s blog, I began to receive comments that I wasn’t comfortable with. I decided not to post them. And then an astute blogger quoted my own words back to me. If we refuse to discuss the sin, how can point people toward the cross. Um, yeah. Point taken. So,…
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What In The World?

The past few days I’ve been reading news stories, blogs, Facebook posts and Tweets, and I shake my head. The first story that grabbed my attention and won’t let go is this one – African Rock Python Escapes, Kills Two Boys. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/new-brunswick/story/2013/08/09/nb-illegal-animals-campbellton-snake.html Say what? How the heck does this kind of thing happen? It’s so tragic…
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When the World Stopped

March 30, 2020 | 0 Comments

It took a couple hours to get through the cobwebs to find this page. It’s been a little over a year since I wrote my last blog post. I figured it was a waste of time, and I had better things to do. Better things to spend my time on. Time was precious.And now there…

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And So We Plant

October 2, 2017 | 4 Comments

It’s been a hard season. A scary few months. We began May with much joy, still celebrating the birth of our first granddaughter, Annabel Rose, born at the end of April. And she is everything we and her parents prayed for. She is beautiful. Perfect. All amazing baby cuddles and snuggles and sleepy smiles and…

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It's ACFW Conference Time!

September 15, 2017 | 6 Comments

I know, it’s been an age. And honestly, I’m not sure you’ll hear much from me around here anymore. I haven’t quite ‘hit’ the formulae that keeps people hooked. So this is more of a fun post that my friend Laurie Tomlinson has going, so I thought I’d join in the fun. It’s almost time…

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And So We Choose This Thing

June 21, 2017 | 6 Comments

Thirty one years. Today. I stood before him in a long white gown that cost more than my father wanted to spend, but he bought it for me anyway, because it was the one and he was ‘the one’ and my Dad would have bought me the moon if I said I wanted it. I stood…

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Is It Supposed To Hurt This Much?

June 8, 2017 | 7 Comments

That was a text I got from my daughter a few hours into labour. “Is it supposed to hurt this much?” I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Because, yes. It is. And it does. And it will continue to. With every challenge that comes with being a parent. Being a mother or father or…

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We're Waiting For You!

April 25, 2017 | 4 Comments

Dear Baby E, You’re late. I suspect this may be a good indication that we will get along well. (I think this trait may come from both sides!). As your grandmother, I reserve the right to tell you what’s up, and rest assured I probably will, whether you like it or not. Heads up –…

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Onward to 2017!

December 27, 2016 | 1 Comment

I hope your Christmas was fabulous! We spent a quiet day together, and then, in a shocking break from tradition, we went to a restaurant for Christmas dinner! It was lovely not having to spend the day chopping, peeling and cooking, constantly checking the clock to make sure everything was running on time. I’ll admit,…

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Where Is Your Identity?

August 29, 2016 | 17 Comments

I’ve just returned from a few days in Nashville, where I attended the American Christian Fiction Writers annual conference. I was trying to figure out dates in my head and I think this must be at least the eighth conference I’ve attended, and still, I’ll be honest, it’s the best of times and it’s the…

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Grace Awards 2015 Winners ~ in Faith Based Fiction

May 31, 2016 | 0 Comments

So honored to be a recipient of this year’s Grace Awards! And since I’m knee deep in edits this week, it gives me something to celebrate! And blog about. 😛

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Guarding The Writer’s Heart

May 9, 2016 | 0 Comments

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Over in A Day

If you’re anything like me, your house probably resembles a war zone this morning. Dishes to be put away. Forgot to turn on the dishwasher. Stray glasses hiding here and there. And let’s not talk about the living room. Presents, garbage bag overflowing with wrapping paper, so easily discarded after being so painstakingly applied.

It’s the aftermath. Those few moments when you wake up, walk through the house, and go, “Huh.”

It’s all over. All the preparations. The food. The feasting. The fretting about not having this or that or whether the turkey would turn out. The planning, the partying…over in a day. Sad, isn’t it?

As I sat here this morning, I caught myself thinking, “What in the world do we do this for?” Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas. I love decorating the house, watching my husband decorate the tree, (he’s very particular), love having the family gather together, the Christmas Eve service…the music, the hokey television shows. And I love Santa. Yes, I do. My kids are grown now, but one day (not any time soon, thank you) we’ll have tiny feet running around this house again, and the magic will return. But today…it’s quiet.

You know what you do this for.

The quiet reminds me of something. Something that took place a long, long time ago, on a lonely hill. It was a bloody mess, frankly. I can’t help thinking of those men and women at the end of that day. The anguish, despair, desperation and sheer terror they surely felt as they watched their friend, brother, son being put to death on a cross. All over in a day. Did they understand the greater meaning? Did they truly know what was happening or what was to come? I imagine all the words Jesus spoke about going to prepare a place and being with his heavenly father dissipated into dark night that day. I imagine the next morning, they felt pretty hopeless. And they probably asked what it was all for? Asked why they walked away from everything they knew, gave up all they had…for what? I wonder if their faith was shaken just a little. We know they stayed together, fasting and praying, but I imagine their thoughts were harried.

And then…the empty tomb. A sliver of hope, perhaps? Well, sort of. Except I think they thought He’d been kidnapped. Somebody moved the body. People don’t rise from the dead you know. That whole Lazarus thing? Well…

But Jesus showed up.

Did he ever. I would have loved to have been in that upper room on that day. Seen the shock, disbelief and then utter joy on their faces. Seen the big grin on His. And maybe a hint of ‘told ya so’ in the sparkle in His eyes.

That’s why we do this. It’s not about the presents. The tree. The food. That’s all Christmess. Yes, Christmess. Take away the mess and what’s left?

Christ. 

One word. So much meaning. So many gifts to offer.

Grace. Mercy. Healing. Redemption. Restoration.

Hope. 

And that’s not over in a day. That’s the future. That’s forever.

Don’t miss it.