Choosing What’s Important This Holiday Season
Can you feel the pressure mounting? The expectations rising? It’s that time of year again. The Christmas season. I never quite know how I’ll react
Jennifer Willcock November 23, 2016
Can you feel the pressure mounting? The expectations rising? It’s that time of year again. The Christmas season. I never quite know how I’ll react
Cinder458: Your blogaversary is coming up, right? (From Cinder & Ella by Kelly Oram) I was reminded today by my host site, it’s been three
Home. What is your reaction to that word? I imagine there are as many different responses as people reading this blog. What got me thinking
No one ever told me that motherhood would be lonely. How could we possibly feel alone with kids hanging off our bodies, a constant dull
This fall has been a series of hard decisions. Choices for good things and others, not so great. Some have been parenting decisions, others personal.
It takes courage to be thankful. I think I read that somewhere recently. It’s the week leading up to Thanksgiving here in Canada. I’m noticing
(Before you read the blog, I just want to draw your attention to the beautiful header on my site and the logo you’ve been seeing. A huge thank you
“It’s been one of those days. A twenty-four hour period that was an emotional rollercoaster. The kind that leave you feeling nauseated, breathless and wind-whipped.
It’s one of the hazards of being married to someone who’s job requires you to move around a lot. It’s also a blessing. You meet
Lately, God’s been trying to get my attention. He may have been trying for more than a while, but it’s now hard to ignore. Because
When did the world get so mean? I mean I know it’s nasty but at the same time, it’s been in my face lately. Probably
“Once something breaks, you can never put it back together like it was. There will always be cracks and glue, stains and uneven surfaces.” Suffer
It’s been a while. Vacation brings a new chaos and a new normal which isn’t always conducive to writing. I think my brain took a vacation
It’s 4pm on a Friday afternoon. We are two weeks into summer vacation. I’m already thinking this is going to be a looong summer. The
Maybe it’s my age. Maybe it’s that I was raised in a different generation by a different generation. Maybe it’s my personality. Maybe it’s the
Summer’s coming. Ominous words for those of us who quake at the thought of summer vacation. I’m not one of those parents who love summer.
After graduating from university with a degree in English, I couldn’t find a job. At that time, no one was hiring, so you took what
As I walked along the beach, I kept my eyes open for heart-shaped stones. I was looking for a perfect one. Well actually, I was
Family is where your story begins. The sign was on the mantle at the cottage I stayed at a couple of weeks ago. I have
A couple of weekends ago, I had the pleasure and privilege of speaking at our church’s women’s retreat. I’ve been busy preparing and haven’t really
Sometimes there is just too much to keep track of when you have kids. There are days that just keeping up with the library books
There are things disappearing from our lives. Over the last thirteen years they’ve moved in and made themselves at home. Now some are MIA. Gone.
I picked up this sign at our grocery store around Valentine’s Day. It says: I love you more than… I thought it was cute and
I am regretting my one word for the year. Not that it was really my choice. It was the word I felt God gave me