A CANADIAN CONNECTION Ina felt as gloomy as the weather on this icy winter's day in Calgary. The snow lay thick already and she imagined that other people were happily skiing or building snowmen. Unlike Ina, who was all alone. These days, she chose to stay home on Saturdays and clean her apartment. Ina sighed, tears close to the surface. He had left her and chosen another. Gone. She turned away from the window: away from the falling snow and opened a drawer. She would declutter her books. She felt as though she could throw everything away. Then she saw it: between the romance novels: her grandmother's diary. Almost reverently, Ina held it in her hands. Perhaps she was meant to find it today. Curling up like a child in her easy chair, she began to read: 25 November 1975 "Dear Jesus, Yes, that sounds right. Not 'dear diary.' A diary can't help me, but You can. Oh, I hope so, I do hope so Jesus. You are the only One who can help me; the only One Who really sees...
All for Jesus! "So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing." 1 Thess. 5:11.