Stories lighten the journey. We must tell, and retell them to honour ourselves, each other, and our God.
Along the way, there are ideas to wrestle with, beliefs to form, and what we decide directs our daily steps.
Our journey is beautiful. Emotions colour our days, and dark nights contrast with sun-spangled mornings.
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I wouldn’t actually be completely horrified if you read my journals. I might reserve the ones that cover the last five years or so, simply to respect the other characters that feature inside their covers. And, well, because they might be a bit embarrassing…
I took my first bow today, my stage the worn, deep rose carpet of First United Church in Waterloo. I bowed three times, once with my fellow soloist and twice with the rest of the Laurier Singers. It felt utterly strange and a little…
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