Author: Brenda Wood

People do some strange things when they aren't paying attention. Did you ever use conditioner as a moisturizer? Or hand cream as sunscreen? Did you ever spray shaving gel into the air, believing that it was air freshener? Once, I used … Read more

I was asked to write about the lessons that I learned while I was living with a broken arm. Here is one prayer that I prayed in various ways through my trauma, based on today's verse: Lord, I grasp for You now … where before I only … Read more

When a broken arm put an end to my driving for several months, I felt that life as I knew it was over. I was wrong, of course. Life went on in a new direction, highly supported by others who drove me where I needed to go. Our life's road … Read more

In Canada, we waste about 50 percent of the food that we buy. Just imagine what effect that has on our budgets, our garbage, and our economy! We are all just too fussy. One friend throws out leftovers because she is tired of eating the … Read more

One of our local churches has a "Blue Christmas" service every year. I haven't yet been able to get to one, but I presume that it is for people who are sad during the holiday. I think that when people are feeling sad, more sadness will … Read more

One of my great pleasures in life is reading, but guilt sneaks in whenever I sit down to imbibe in a gluttony of chapters. "A waste of time," whispers the little voice in my head. "You must vacuum, dust, write something, or cook a meal … Read more

Vena Poole was totally British, even though she became a Canadian citizen years ago. I wonder how she is taking to her new citizenship in heaven. I hope that they serve high tea there! At one time, Vena and her husband Ronald sailed a … Read more

My girlfriend served up these words to me about her boss the other day at lunch: He called for magic but I was out of practice. In order to meet the short-time turnaround deadline I have to use a little flimflammery and deceive him with … Read more

The nine-year-old sat with his substantial pile of opened Christmas presents, gazed up at the adults around him, and asked, "Is that all there is?" That's also the title of a song by the same name. The verses tell of a house fire, a visit … Read more

When my editor sent me a reminder of my writing obligations, he added this line. "I'd be happy to hear from you." "Happy to hear from you": What a wonderful comment to hear. It got me wondering how often I say it to others. I thought of … Read more