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What if…the shepherds fled from fear?
Silas pulled his cloak tighter around his body to block out the coolness of the night air. He leaned on his staff to rest his bum leg. The others huddled in a group just down the hill. He heard them whispering and laughing as they peered back at him. Why don’t the...
Real Life Dreamers…how I started writing
Hi everyone! I know, I don't normally blog on Friday nights, but I wanted to introduce you to a fellow writer - Heather Boersma. I met her at the Write! Canada writer's conference in Guelph. She is a writer and speaker. Her first book - a 30 day devotional, Dream...
What if…Santa didn’t exist?
He tapped his shiny black boot and pushed back the white fur cuff to look at his watch. Almost closing time. Where are all the kids? The mall was bustling with shoppers, but no children were waiting in line to see him. “Why don’t the kids want to see me anymore?” he...
What if…we took the glimmer out of Christmas?
They bundled up and headed outside for their annual Christmas walk. The Wilkinson family loved to check out their neighbour’s displays. After, they come home for a steaming cup of hot chocolate with sprinkles on top. Valerie knew once the kids got older this family...
A Tribute to a War Brother
June 1, 1944 – “A” Company of the North Shore Regiment Camp “Company orders, we set sail for France tomorrow.” The major read from the telegram. “The mission—secure Juno Beach and drive back the enemy.” Wes pulled his uniform jacket closer to his body to keep the...
What if…we laid down our burdens?
“Let me help,” Carrie said to her daughter. “It’s too heavy for you.” “No,” Rebecca said. “Let me do it.” Rebecca insisted she carry the groceries from the store to their apartment. The five-year old could be stubborn at times, but Carrie knew if she didn’t let her...
What if…we worried about our inward appearance, not outward?
Eleanor walked into the church and slipped by the greeters unnoticed. She didn’t really want to be here, but promised Amy she would come hear her sing. Normally, she spent Sunday mornings cleaning. She looked at her watch. Couldn’t I be late, just this once? Not...
What if…we helped the needy?
I stepped outside my office and tilted my head toward the sun. I unbuttoned my sweater and let the warmth melt away the busyness of my morning. Awww…such a beautiful day! Too bad I can’t stay out longer. I needed to go to the mall and pick up some vitamins before...