What a great way to spend February…watching fellow Canadians live their dream.
The superhuman effort.
It was all there and I felt like I was part of it. When I went cross-country skiing with Amanda on Thursday, we were Canadian athletes on a practice run. When I went to Lizzy’s basketball tournament on Saturday, her team was playing for Gold and came home with a Silver.
Life suddenly mattered more. The games stirred up joy in taking ownership, in caring about outcomes, in participating with my heart.
I want life to matter. I want this blog to matter. I want the book I’ve written to matter. I want the book I'm writing to matter.
I want God to say, “Well done good and faithful servant!” every day of my life.