Stretch marks on my soul…

Stretch marks on my soul…

With each of the babies I bore, my body changed. Only some of the changes were temporary. Years later, my hips are wider than they were before. My hair colour darkened. And there are silvery stretch marks over my abdomen and thighs, faded from their original bright...
When rising happens slowly, over years….

When rising happens slowly, over years….

I was listening to a podcast in the spring of 2020, three years after we lost Abbie. In a side story, the guest commented that someone once told her that the worst things take about twelve years to fully recover from. Hers was a long view that offered both consolation...
Enough is merely enough: On needing a Saviour

Enough is merely enough: On needing a Saviour

“I am enough” is a mantra I’ve carried close to my heart these last few years. Brené Brown taught me about being enough with her meditations on the Gifts of Imperfection. Parenthood forced me to acknowledge both what I cannot do and how to show up imperfectly for my...
Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Rising should be the easy part, no?  After the fear, the suffering, the darkness, the hard work, and the waiting, I feel like rising should be effortless.  Despite that, I feel weighted down by resistance to rising.  This should not be a surprise; at this same time...
An Obituary for my Sister…

An Obituary for my Sister…

With broken hearts, our family shares that Abbie Diana Speir was taken from us at her home in Yellow Grass on April 20, 2017 at the age of 33. Abbie was born at Royal University Hospital on September 29, 1983. She spent her school years in Elrose, loving her friends...