God is with us. And…

Yesterday was a brutal migraine day. My wife, Shauna, tells me I wasn’t alone—she bumped into a number of Calgarians also dancing with doozies yesterday. Mine was a particularly nasty creature. Normally, if possible, I retreat when the hammers start pounding—but...

He loves me knot

Well, I promised that as soon as I found a sunny break in the migraine storm pounding my body, I’d blog again. So here I am, what’s left of me. A couple of weeks ago I began my participation in a migraine study for people who have been overusing Maxalt, a...

A prayer to the God of my life

Jesus, it was a hard day. It was a hard day closing off a hard week. It’s strange—and wonderful, too—how the same cluster of hours and days can rightly be dubbed both brutal and blessed. Lord, this intimacy with you has been so much fun. I love walking in sync...