If you’re a parent of anyone over three days old, you may as well know, you’ve scarred your kid. If you’re not a parent, you probably had a goldfish, and let’s
Let me long-story-short this because it really is a long story. I’m Canadian. I was born here but I was raised in central Africa, and I went to high school in Kenya
Picture that day with me. It’s been nineteen or twenty years, so I have to squint the eye of my memory to see that far back. This kid had my heart from
So, update: Back in August at some point (can’t remember exactly which day now but I wrote it down somewhere) I finished copying out the Bible! Woohoo! I celebrated by
As I write, it is Good Friday. This morning we enjoyed a service of remembrance with our very little church family. My baby led praise time which always gives me joy. We
So, to be completely honest, I’m not quite ready to be 100% transparent with you. Sharing what I have learned means sharing how I learned it, and that can be a
This one is etched in my memory. I often call it my “favourite Keirsten story.” It’s definitely up there. She had to be about 4 years old, head and arms sticking through
Jochebed, hmmm, I’ll be honest, when my hubby and I were looking for girl names, this one never made the list. But I spent a bit of time with her over
I am so thankful that when God designed his bride he made her a community. He knew life would be too hard to do alone and that even though community can
My youngest child, Aaron, was quite honestly a cherub from birth. He had absolutely the pudgiest cheeks you have ever seen. He was always happy. He found it hilarious when one of