It was time for my kids to head towards bed. Pajamas were on, night-time snack had been eaten, and the Bible story had been read. While my husband went
Tag: Own effort
My 3 year old daughter ducked into the large cardboard box sitting in our living room. We had transformed it into a simple house by setting it on its
I placed the loaf of bread in the fridge and returned to the table to clear the rest of the breakfast items. Happy chatter reached my ears from where
I ignored the flash of lightning and tried to hide my concern about the heavy pattering of rain as I helped my toddler into her pajamas. My husband headed
I looked out the window as we sped along the highway. We’d left the forests and fruitful prairies of southern Alberta behind. I stared across the barren hills of