I was hiking with my friend in the middle of the desert, wondering why on earth I had agreed to it. The temperature was 104 degrees and the sweat was pooling in my socks. We climbed up rocks, walked over long stretches of hard dirt, and felt the sun beat down on our backs. She… Continue reading On a Path I Never Would’ve Chosen
Author: Madelyn Canada
Belonging of Christ. Admirer of yellow tulips, writer of words, and lover of good stories, old and new.
Tidings of Comfort & Joy
This morning when checking my email, I found one from my grandmother about Hallmark channel's "Jingle in July." For those of you who have not ever enjoyed a Hallmark Christmas film, this is a summer excuse for Christmas lovers around the world to forget that it's the dead of summer, curl up on the couch,… Continue reading Tidings of Comfort & Joy
Where the Wildflowers Danced
It was dusk and I was driving through the Midwestern country roads on my way home from babysitting for some friends. Peter Hollens' album of folk songs played softly in my car, and the wind rushed through the open windows blowing my hair all around. But my heart was heavy. As I wound out of… Continue reading Where the Wildflowers Danced
When Our Own Understanding Fails
It doesn't make sense. I don't understand why people kill other people out of anger. I don't understand why an invisible virus can both take and destroy lives with the fierceness of a great army. I don't understand why people we love get cancer. I don't understand why the dearest of friends are pitted against… Continue reading When Our Own Understanding Fails
The Woman in the Shadows
Every church has the names most often heard from the pulpit in the organization of events. We have the woman known for her teaching abilities, the woman known for her musical gifts, the woman known for her special touch with little ones, and the woman known for her hosting, and the woman known for her… Continue reading The Woman in the Shadows
Dear Jill Pole: A Letter to the Fearful & Thirsty
"It must be a dream, it must, it must," said Jill to herself. "I'll wake up in a moment." But it wasn't, and she didn't.The Silver Chair Dear Jill, Few fears are ever confined only to our dreams. We'd like for them to be, wouldn't we? To be able to open our eyes and realize… Continue reading Dear Jill Pole: A Letter to the Fearful & Thirsty
What We Need to Know
Imagine you are a middle aged woman living in Holland on the brink of World War II. Each day, the radio brings news of yet another series a catastrophic political events. Uncertainty is the air people breathe, fear the pillow on which they wake and drift off to sleep on. The world seems as if… Continue reading What We Need to Know
Not Even His Shadows
Yesterday, I allowed myself to take a trip with nostalgia back to a day that is now a mere memory. I could smell the dogwood flowers blooming, feel the creaky wooden swing holding up my frame, and feel the wind rustle through the trees onto the porch and through my hair. I was fifteen years… Continue reading Not Even His Shadows
Jesus Loves Me, This I Know
When I was a little girl and the thunder would crash outside my window rattling the panes and wooden shutters, I would pull my covers up over my head, tightly squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine that it wasn't storming. I hated night and I hated storms, and both were closing in around… Continue reading Jesus Loves Me, This I Know
What Isn’t Can’t Change What Is
I was suppose to be at my Mimi's house tonight. My Aunt and Momma would be leaning on the counter in the kitchen talking about their kids. My Dad and Uncle would be in the living room with my brothers and sisters and cousin catching up and laughing. My Mimi and Nana would be laying… Continue reading What Isn’t Can’t Change What Is
