Hearts That Look Like the Aurora BorealisFor a long time now, I've been wrestling with how to live from my heart. My tendency is to move into the more safe, less vulnerable place of my head, my refuge, although often a dysfunctional one, where I feel a sense of control and order. I naturally want to set up a permanent residence there because who knows what my heart is going to ask me to do--take risks, love when people might not love me back, live spontaneously, live unafraid like a creative, fun loving, no-holds
When One Grieves We All GrieveOur city of Kamloops is grieving the loss of two young lives. We cannot begin to understand the unendurable ache these families are facing, but my hope is that our sadness as a community, however small it is in comparison to theirs, may help them find their way through the darkness. My hope is that our collective prayers come to them in waves of love to cushion their despair. God, I pray you encircle these families in your love and nourish them with your presence. As the