Living Untethered: Relinquishing Control to God

  We were on our way home from our grandson’s grade nine graduation. We almost always go via Red Deer when we go see our daughter and her boys, but this time Tom decided he wanted to take the scenic route home. It takes about the same amount of time just has narrower highways, more stops and turns, and not as much traffic, etc. About five minutes north of highway 27, our last turn before we would be home, we saw this clump of cloth beside the road. “What was that?!”, I asked, a little shaken. Tom replied, “I think it was a person.” We had to turn back. What if the person was in need of assistance? If we end up having to call 911, we’ll be up all night. We had no idea what to expect but we knew we had to go back. When we pulled up to “the clump of cloth” it sat up. A young man waved enthusiastically and cheerfully at us. When we asked if he was okay, he replied, “Oh, I’m great. I just got very tired because I’ve been walking all day.” This young man was on his way to Calgary and...

  I don’t even know where to begin, I have so many thoughts chasing each other through my mind and my heart. Political uncertainty. Divisions in the church, community of believers, and families. The uncovering of the atrocities committed against our beautiful Indigenous peoples have rocked our country. Conspiracy theories abound all around me. There seems to be a clammouring for control in an out-of-control world. Someone should do something! We’re losing our rights and freedoms and we need to step up and fight to keep them. The level of anxiety has skyrocketed in this past year and a bit. I may sound angry or frustrated in this blog, but I don’t know how else to communicate the grief in my heart, I grieve as I observe the manner in which my fellow believers are responding to the chaos around the world, in our country, and our province. I’ve been accused of “just rolling over and ‘caving in’ to the government’s agenda” because I refuse to take up the banner of fighting for our fr...