Own and Share Who You Are

It’s taken me a lifetime to inhabit this skin of mine. I believe that one of our primary tasks in this life is to realize who it is we’re created to be, to own it, live it, and share it. It takes time, it takes intention, it takes attention, and it takes oodles of trust to get anywhere close to realizing any one of that little list of verbs, much less all four: realize, own, … [Read More]


Of Dragons and Diagnosis

My mom is sick. She comes from good genetic stock and is never sick, so this has come as a surprise. When my dad texted and said “Your mother is in the hospital and … [Read More]

Sit With One Woman

Sit with one woman. Take the time and drive to the event, because on Monday she called and invited you to come. So, of course you go. Two kids have soccer and … [Read More]


A Band of Sisters

By Joy Howard | Twitter: @DrJoyAJHoward In 1841, a young woman in Boston named Julia Foote dreamed that God handed her a scroll that authorized her to preach … [Read More]

Grace in Unexpected Spaces

“Grace is God’s undeserved favour towards us, unearned and undeserved; by grace God forgives our sins, enlightens our minds, stirs our hearts, and strengthens our … [Read More]

Featured Stories

The Red Couch: The Alchemist Discussion Tonight

Whether you read along with us this month or you're one of the thousands who read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho years ago, we hope you’ll chime in on our discussion tonight. Instead of our usual discussion post, we’re taking it to our Facebook group. You … [Read More]

This Glorious Unsung Song Between Us 

What if the spaces between friends held a glorious unsung song? What if there’s a kind of Magnificat—a Mary Song—within each one of us? What if this song could only rise when the space between us is a place of affection and trust that has been built over time with blessing words and seeing words? When I talk […]

When God is Like a Big, Fluffy Towel

Standing at the water’s edge with the big fluffy towel is one of the perks of being Gram. I can wrap Raymond from head to toe in warmth and snuggle him in my beach chair while his mum and dad enjoy some grown-up swim time. The problem is that these days, … [Read More]

The Transforming Power of Kindness

"Here's what I've decided: the very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. What I want is so simple I almost can't … [Read More]

The Space Between Us

We say hello and goodbye in less than two hours. The location is an eighteenth century pub in Northern England. It’s our first meeting in over a decade. The one before that dates back further than I can remember. He’s drinking a honey-coloured lager, his … [Read More]

Two Blonde Monsters and a Swingset

The best 20 minutes of my week were spent pointing ten red lacquered toenails toward the sky, then tossing my feet behind me and pulling that sturdy swing back to start the pendulum again. Two tiny blonde monsters pumped their little legs next to me and for a … [Read More]

You’ve Got the Wrong Girl, God

By Rose Shepley | Twitter: @RoseShepley I’m 30 years old when I realize that God is calling me to ministry. Probably has been since I was a little girl. I laugh and tell God to take His drunken butt home. I say, You’ve got the wrong girl. And I go about … [Read More]

Surprise Harvest in the Wilderness

The seasons turn again. This week we mark the autumn equinox. In the park today with my energetic toddler, we kicked up piles of dry leaves from the grassy lawn, and I marvelled that autumn is sneaking up on me so quickly. This week I switched out my sandals … [Read More]

When Family Looks Like Dinner with Strangers

I come from a family of wanderers. It makes for great stories around the dinner table, but it means we don’t get to sit around that table very often. I live on the West coast of Canada, and a few years ago my parents moved less than an hour away. It was the … [Read More]

Leaders are Not God

Luke 16:13 No servant can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. I remember a preacher whom I greatly respected and loved dearly as a friend, preaching a series of … [Read More]

All The Things I Cannot Speak

Ask me about being held, and I want to change the subject. Let me tell you instead about when I was the one holding, not being held. I want to tell you about holding my son in my arms for the first time. He was puce and indignant, and I pressed his head … [Read More]