Tracy's Blog

“My Mom knows what I'm thinking?” This was the surprised response of a 6 year old boy named Alex after I exhorted him to listen to his mother because she knows what is best for him. At first his response didn't make sense to me. Why would he say that? Then it dawned on me... Alex is convinced that he knows what is best for himself so the only way his Mom could know this is that she can read his mind! I laughed when I realized what he meant and when on to explain that no, she isn't a mind reader but rather a person with experience that has given her wisdom. Then we continued on with our visit. But his comment has stuck in my mind. Why? I think it is because through the innocent unfiltered words of a child, I saw what lurks in my soul, our souls – the belief that only we know what is best for us. And what is the problem with that? It is pride. The kind of pride that hurts our relationship with God because we judge Him for not doing things according to what we “k...

With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I thought I'd give thanks to God for our dog, Pepsi. Yes, you read me right! Since moving to the city of Selkirk in the end of July, Pepsi has been such a blessing. But it didn't start out that way.... One of the things that was stressful about our move from the country to town was wondering how our dog would cope.... or maybe how we would cope with him. Pepsi was raised in Ottawa for his first year of life and had a very urban dog life: crated at night and when we left the house, 3 walks during the day, and an occasional visit to the dog park. Over the three years that we lived on our acreage, he really turned into an outdoor dog. He only slept in the house in winter (and even then it had to be quite cold for him to come in), had free reign of the yard day and night, and rarely went for walks. Oh, and I forgot to mention one thing.... he loved to bark. He barked at people as a way to say “Come, play with me”. He barked at th...