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13 Hours of Rain: February 2015
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Thursday, February 26, 2015. Where the Wildcats Play. What rink are we going to? J asks as we pack up our skating gear. Where the Wildcats play," I respond, smiling on how my answer reminds me of one of my favourite children's book. You know the story, don't you? I grew up in a culture where the elders were always right (especially if the elder was male). It is not that my parents always felt this way in their relati...
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13 Hours of Rain: January 2015
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Friday, January 30, 2015. It started with my monthly budgeting routine. Checking bank statements for accuracy. Balancing our accounts. Viewing our credit card statement for any errors.* Then I found something suspicious. A strange charge to some banking corporation in Ireland. A red flag was raised in my mind. I called your Dad over and asked him what this was all about . Did you make the charge? Your Dad apologized....
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13 Hours of Rain: December 2014
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Wednesday, December 31, 2014. Thankfulness #33: The Gift of 2014. It is year in review time. And since my current stage of life doesn't lend itself to staying up until midnight to clink the champagne glasses, I feel the need to mark the moment through words instead. Contentment In Spite of Health. Do I feel better at the end of this year in comparison to the beginning of the year? Facing the Sin in Me with Grace. As my f...
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13 Hours of Rain: Fling the Door Open
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Monday, June 22, 2015. Fling the Door Open. I've wanted to see the movie for quite some time. But the locally owned movie rental store (yes, we still have one) didn't carry it any longer. And we don't subscribe to Netflix. So when we were loaned "The Talented Mr. Ripley" (1999) by a friend, I jumped at the chance to view it. Consider these two quotes from the mov ie:. If you haven't figured it out yet, Tom Ripley is allu...
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13 Hours of Rain: September 2014
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Friday, September 26, 2014. Do I believe in Christ’s redemptive work for me in the present? Do I believe that Christ has given me a new identity? Do I believe God can change me into who He wants me to be? Do I trust God to lead me in the best possible way? I wish I could exclaim a resounding “YES! Once again, I am processing ideas proposed by Lane and Tripp in their book How People Change. A form of Christian busyness.
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13 Hours of Rain: June 2015
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Monday, June 22, 2015. Fling the Door Open. I've wanted to see the movie for quite some time. But the locally owned movie rental store (yes, we still have one) didn't carry it any longer. And we don't subscribe to Netflix. So when we were loaned "The Talented Mr. Ripley" (1999) by a friend, I jumped at the chance to view it. Consider these two quotes from the mov ie:. If you haven't figured it out yet, Tom Ripley is allu...
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13 Hours of Rain: Good Christian Mothers Doubt
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Sunday, May 10, 2015. Good Christian Mothers Doubt. I searched my archives and found my " Mellow Sunday. Your Daddy is having a nap right now after returning from the Provincial Drama Festival. You kids are observing quiet time while constructing imaginative things with Lego. I am here writing, letting my thoughts run free for a while, as a way to embrace the mellowness of such a day. Yes, I really thought that.) I a...
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13 Hours of Rain: Four Times to the Fire
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Tuesday, July 7, 2015. Four Times to the Fire. We are into summer now. Our days are filled with catching up with tasks we've shelved during the year, tending our yard, biking, and swimming lessons. There are some family get-togethers here and there. Plus a balanced dose of literacy, including numeracy, to keep your grade levels up. And when was the last time someone gently exhorted me to move on, to let go, to forgive an...
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13 Hours of Rain: October 2014
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Saturday, October 25, 2014. Canada (and the Church) Will Prevail. Change is coming. One side screams with anger and sorrow. Another side whispers hope. I was saddened that day, saddened over images of citizens and paramedics frantically trying to bring a dying soldier back to life; saddened to know that there is a six year old boy out there who has lost his Daddy; saddened to realize that such a tragic incident has the p...
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13 Hours of Rain: March 2015
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13 Hours of Rain. Letters. Written by Rain. For my daughter and my son. And my Lord. Saturday, March 21, 2015. There are times you may be asked to do something out of your comfort zone. Like attending a baby shower of a friend from another religion. I've dusted off my rusty Hindi/Urdu. And attempted a few conversations. I've smiled and nodded and indulged in tandoori. Chicken and gulab jamuns. Last night was no exception. (Though as I've aged, I don't tremble as much anymore.). The men had their own gath...
