Much of my growing up years were spent at and on a lake. A big Canadian farm family is not going to load seven kids and two parents into the station wagon and go on summer holidays. Well, we did… once, and for reasons I do not understand, we left the baby and the dog at home with a caretaker. Sorry, baby bro. But really, there just wasn't room. The choice was: bring the tent or the baby brother. We brought the tent. Summer in Alberta was as short as my mini skirt after I roll

As I’ve aged, I’ve come to love the doctrine of Providence. It applies to all aspects of living--joy, sorrow, life, and death. Because of the sure conviction that God is connecting my story to His story, that He is creating a grand narrative in my life that brings glory to Himself, I can rest that my grief at the loss of Kathy, at the relatively young age of 70, was God’s story for her...God’s story for us...God’s story that our best friend-ness had run its earthly course and