In 1989, we began building our dream home on our six-acre property. At the lock-up stage of construction, unusually heavy rains caused a massive landslide below our house that left it standing a few feet from the edge of a … Read more
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Rattleback Stones
One year, for my granddaughter's birthday, we included in her gifts a couple of Rattleback stones. They are quite fascinating. They were first found in many of the Egyptian tombs and were believed to have come from the Nile River. … Read more
Where We Don't Belong
Recently, my husband and I were driving through nearby New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada. Gazing absentmindedly out of my passenger window, I observed the city's landscape. At one point, we drove past a scrap metal dump where a large backhoe … Read more
The Artist's Scalpel
Several years ago, my husband and I were strolling along the shores of nearby Harrison Lake, admiring the wares of the vendors who had set up temporary shop on the sand. One artist and his work caught my attention, and … Read more
How Are We Doing, God?
Every Sunday morning in our church, we have a time in the service when the little ones run up to the front of the sanctuary before they are sent off to children's church. The children's leader meets them on the … Read more
The Boulders Of Life
From the privacy of the car, I watched a little two-year-old bundle of all-boy energy. With infectious delight, he was climbing the large rock boulders that marked the perimeter of the parking lot. I saw the moment when his eyes … Read more
What Are You Doing?
My son-in-law went fishing the other day, with an old trout rod we had bought him for Christmas one year. He was fishing for salmon on the banks of a local river, catching one big fish after another. A fisherman, … Read more
Nestled On The Mountain Of Hope
Have you ever considered how contrast allows us to understand the value of life? Could we understand peace if we never felt conflict? Could we appreciate safety if we never felt fear? Could we yearn for love if we never … Read more
The Worst/Best Moment Of My Life
It began with a typical Sunday afternoon in 1959 when I was 12 years old. We had company, and the house was bustling with noisy children playing and adults talking, women's voices in concert with the men's. At some point … Read more
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