*Me on my armchair earlier this month: “Go Team Red! Go!” 

As I sit by the fireplace on this blustery, blowing snowy day, I am watching our oldest granddaughter from Calgary playing for gold in a ringette tournament in Richmond. Now, it may not be exactly like I am sitting in the cold rink but I am there in spirit and cheering from my armchair. With our family spread out across the country, I would envy all the grandparents enjoying their grandchildren. Our visits seemed to be too few and far between and I felt like we were missing so much. Our oldest grandchild is thirteen, our middle grandson is ten and our youngest is now four. And in a span of thirteen years, technology just keeps on advancing. Even in that time frame I have noticed the change...

Some days… okay, most days, I can be so easily distracted and caught up in the hectic pace, the to-do lists and the anxieties of the world around me that I miss out on the beauty and blessings occurring around me at every moment. I thank God that God does not give up on us “wanderers” and continually sends the Holy Spirit to nudge us along. Here is today’s nudging story:

I was sitting in the pew of a small Saskatchewan town church with family and my Baba. It was the day after we gathered as family to celebrate Baba’s 106^th birthday. It was a great celebration but at 106 she is not quite up to staying up to celebrate that long. This was the first time in many, many years that I can recall that my Baba went to bed before me. But anyway… see I told you I am easily distracted and go off on a tangent just like that, so anyway… there I am sitting in the pew, and my wife nudges me and gives me one of those head twitches to look down the pew. At the end of the pew is my Baba, hands folded and lips moving in silent prayer. My heart stirred...