By Erica Bailey I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Eric and I have moved quite a bit over the past 22 years. Each time we move to a new place, like Dr. Seuss’s mother seeking bird, my heart asks, “Are you my home?” The answer came to me as I was driving my commute to Saskatoon this past winter. Please have snow and mistletoe and presents on the tree. When I think of home, a lot of pictures flicker through my head. The year everyone got an iPhone for Christmas and we jokingly took a picture…

By Jennifer Wallace Be in the moment was an expression that was imprinted in my thinking and became like a mantra when I took drama classes in University and in improvisation over the years.  Actors are often told not to anticipate what comes next. The character, and person an actor embodies, does not know what is going to happen or what someone is going to say next.  The actor herself may know but not her character.  I have tried to remember this as I have grown older. I was often looking forward as a child, teen, and young adult.  My…

By Deanna Cook I really should throw it out… it has no value.  Why do I hold on to it?  I have a t-shirt that should be thrown out.  But I continue to wash it and place it back in my dresser.  It’s 18 years old, so it has served its purpose.  This week, I noticed it has become so thin that I have little tears developing in the front.  Some day soon, I may have an Incredible Hulk moment, and the t-shirt will just be rags.   It started out as a regular t-shirt, later becoming just a t-shirt to…

By Lisa Vance During the family weekend in February 2013, our family rented a cabin at Cypress Hills and went cross country skiing.  On the first day, four of us went out: Kevin, Caleb, Carissa and me.  The kids didn’t enjoy skiing that much, so Kevin and I went on our own on the second day.  We found out there had been cougar sightings and had spotted some tracks leading to a tree right on the trail.  I was nervous. We set out, Kevin skiing faster than me. (You might understand my fear when I say Kevin told me that…

By Wendy Ulrich Our Sister Triangle Winter Retreat was blessed with the sweet admonitions from our guest speaker, Sherrylee Woodward. We were encouraged in our daily faith-walk with the Lord, so that we would become filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy! How better to express our lives than as being a ‘Breath of Fresh Air’, our theme for the weekend, as Sherrylee read this passage from The Message. Philippians 2:14-16 Do everything readily and cheerfully-no bickering, no second-guessing allowed! Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society. Provide people with…

By Jennifer Wallace I have been struggling with my article.  Too many ideas have been in the forefront of my mind.  I have been acutely conscious of my struggle as I see the news, as I teach in my classroom, and as I sit with my mom. So I decided I needed to wear my thoughts.  I am trying them out and putting them on. It is September 2016. Babies are being pulled out of rubble in Aleppo.  The world watches and does not watch as Syria is bombarded.  I put the images out of my mind.  I put on…

By Andrea Muirhead My ten-year-old nephew and I went on a road trip. We drove from Saskatchewan to Manitoba to North Dakota to Minnesota, over 1200 kilometers to watch some Major League Baseball, the Toronto Blue Jays taking on the Minnesota Twins. Usually when I road trip, I like to get to my destination fast. I must have learned this from both of my grandfathers. Road tripping with either of them was an experience where there was only one Captain and the rest of us needed to buckle up and hold on for the ride! My nephew and I enjoyed…

Over the past year, tensions have grown all over the world related to how we look and where we are from. Sometimes, it’s easy to turn off the news or look the other way.  A cherished friend of mine recently wrote the following on her Facebook page and I have asked her permission to share what she wrote. Some of you may know her, Jennifer King (nee.Williams). She wrote this the day after another shooting in the States and a man’s life was taken by violence. Her words resonated with me because I grew up with Jennifer.  I have kids…

By Katie Pippus This summer, I worked for the parks department for the city of Estevan. I absolutely love my summer job because it is such a refreshing change from the demands of the school year. At my summer job, I get to spend my days working outside with a group of great people, doing mostly menial tasks. The best part of my job this summer was that I got to drive the John Deere mowers. I got to spend the majority of my summer on the mower, driving in circles for hours, and it was wonderful. Then I got…