Several months ago, as I was approaching the end of fourteen years of full-time pastoring, a couple of friends asked me how I was doing.

My favourite morning dog-walking path can be treacherous. In the winter it’s treacherous for me because of ice and snow. But in the summer it’s

The other morning, while he was making his lunch for the day, my husband mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear. “What was that, Love?” He

“There’s never a call away from something without a call to something else.” I’ve heard variations on this theme throughout my years of ministry. I’m

“Pastors are people who stay.” My husband recently attended the CRC chaplains’ conference in Grand Rapids and Professor Danjuma Gibson was one of the presenters.

A man in my community died last month. After a twelve month tangle with glioblastoma, he entered a ten-day rapid unraveling and died on July

A few weeks ago, I had a dream. In the dream, the world was about to end. All that was Land was going to become

The Christian Reformed Church of North America has always been my home. I was baptized by my dad – a CRC minister – in the