As our friend visited with me in the kitchen yesterday, I was so profoundly touched by the way God uses incidents in people’s lives to touch the body, to move the body and to soften the body of Christ. She was relating how the life of a fine young man in their church family was facing cancer surgery on Friday. She had been looking after their little children and was so saddened by the trial this young family faced. in addition, she was relating how another brother in the body was in grave condition with some sort of blood…
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In the wintertime, the sun streams in our bedroom window… and it’s beautiful. Often, I’m transported back to another time — in my mind. When the sun streams in I’m reminded of the mornings in the weeks following the birth of Naomi – our ninth child, born on Christmas Day. I recall how I would have her there beside me, all snuggled up warm in the blankets and the glow of the sunshine filled the room. I try to remember the last time I carried her. I cannot. And I cannot remember. I should’ve said: I cannot remember carrying her…
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Kathryn’s Letters
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It’s a quiet day here in our home – not much different than any other day. Oatmeal, dishes, laundry, scrubbing potties, sweeping, mopping and thinking. I mull over the topics discussed at the monthly “Titus 2” meeting last night. Like the blast of cold air that makes you gasp when you open the back door on a blustery winter day, I recognize over and over that I’m living in the margin. It’s wide, uncharted territory for me. Out of the game, I watch from the side lines – my mantra over and over: I can’t believe how fast it all…
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No, I did not fall off this great big flat earth, nor did I get lost under the avalanche of laundry created over the weekend, nor did I drown in dishwater or a sea of tears when Timothy went back to school… or while watching Kathryn gather, sort and pack for Uganda. The thing about blogging is that it’s sort of like taking out the trash. If you do it, it doesn’t matter all that much to very many people and if you don’t do it, it doesn’t matter all that much to very many people. Either way, the task…
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And what a sentimental month it always is — this year is no exception! My-o-my… our Hannah came home, our Timothy came home… Kathryn prepared a lovely breakfast for us… we celebrated at Harrison Hot Springs in Canada and we’re celebrating every day we’ve shared together. And now… we’re watching the children go in many different directions… no, no weeping over an empty nest (it will likely never happen ~wink!~) but perhaps weeping over the empty womb. But you know what I keep thinking about? Yes. That I cannot fit into my wedding dress. Isn’t that crazy? I do not…
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There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not, It is enough: The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough. Proverbs 30.15-16 Month after month, year after year… on the other side of childbearing, I identify with those who watch and wait. And wait. They may think no one can identify… and, sure, no one can truly know the mind and emotion of another – but, identify: yes. And grieve the passing of years and the barren womb. I read a…
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(I know… I’m going to change the colour scheme/image here… it’s just a little Valentine’s day indulgence. It’s actually too much for me.) So… Bill Gates says the internet will revolutionize television in the next five years. If we all get programing devoid of advertising and commentary, who’s going to show us what to buy, what to wear, how to think, where to shop, alert us of hunger or desires we didn’t even consider contemplating? But wait… consider the tremendous implications… what if advertising was targeted specifically to a particular user/viewer/potential consumer? What if, through intelligent tracking, a viewer would…
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anniversaries and valentine’s… flowers and chocolates… music and candlelight… these are a few of my favourite things… I’m just remembering and looking forward to a few of my favourite things… ♪ Raindrops on roses and —O, wait— I NEVER think of whiskers on kittens.
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I think one of the problems with simply borrowing books from libraries instead of buying copies for our own libraries is that we can’t go back and revisit a chapter or even a meaningful sentence very easily. That, and it’s frowned upon to mark up borrowed books. =o) So I was browsing book availability (read: eBay, Half and Craig’sList) and a book title popped up – a book I’d read last year and found to be encouraging. Now, the trouble with books I read last year (or, rather, my memory of the content) is that I had had surgery and…