FAY ROWE | Author/Speaker

It's raining today. All day.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that on Saturday my husband and I pruned back to nothing the bush that blocked the sprinkler head that should have been watering our parched lawn. And nothing to do with the little sprinkler I bought to give the grass a longer watering than the automated sprinkler would.

It's terrible what a lack of water will do to a patch of grass. Our poor patch ...

When I was a child I often heard in church, "God is no man's debtor."

There's a lot in the Bible to support that statement:  the whole sowing and reaping concept found in Corinthians; the "give to the the poor and God will repay" concept found in Proverbs; the "put first the kingdom" teaching in Matthew, to name several.

When you think about it, many of the Old Covenant Laws had to do with repaying what was taken from someone; hence, "an ey...

Why do we hate to wait?

We rush to grow up, get married, make money, buy a house, spend money, change locations, make decisions.

To those of us who are chronically in a hurry, waiting can be an extremely dangerous occupation.

While we're waiting for something to happen, whether that something is good or bad, we feel so much pressure to act that the resulting stress seems unbearable. We may not know exa...

Sometimes, when my father would go to the farm, a few of us kids would pile in the back of the truck and go with him to pick berries, swim, or whatever else tickled our fancy for a few hours in that wonderful Newfoundland summer air and sunshine.

Sometimes, if there was not much of a breeze and the water was smooth, we'd be drawn to skipping rocks. We all knew our best bet for excelling in this was to find the smoothest, flattest stones and angle the throw just ri...

I just read a note from a young man named Benjamin. He's a writer.

Benjamin isn't published yet, but I've heard him read from his manuscript and he's good. He has a story and a distinct voice, and the heart to get both on paper and out into the world.

His note today was about a verse of scripture that spoke to him this year at Write! Canada, a verse that he decided wasn't all that encouraging. It was the one that talks about ...

I've just been working on my revised version of What's In A Name.  

I took the book to Write!Canada, the annual conference of The Word Guild, to show to a couple of editors in order to get their perspective on substantive editing. One suggested my introduction should be my first chapter. The other one liked it just the way it was and warned me about the trap of perfectionism.

It seemed everyone harped on it--w...

In April I happened upon a blog by a young woman who lives on a farm somewhere in Ontario. I thought it was the most beautiful use of the language I had read in a long time. The words gently touched my heart and I was compelled to share it with my Facebook friends right away.

Some time later when I wanted to visit her site again, I couldn't remember where it was. I didn't have the FB savvy to realize I could scroll down and find the link, or even just check out my link...

Last week I vacationed at Disney World with my husband, daughter and son-in-law, and his parents and brother. We spent most days at one of the Disney parks: Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, etc. It was fun and fabulous. Magical, even!

Late every evening, on the shuttle home, I saw something precious. After the heat and excitement of wonderful Walt Disney World, tired children were carried in their fathers' arms, most of the cherubs sleeping and comp...

Jesus was having a few interesting days in  Jerusalem.

He had just annoyed the well respected Pharisees by healing a sick man who was lying near at the pool called Bethesda near the Sheep Gate. Maybe the healing itself could have gotten a pass, but it was the Sabbath, and, adding even more offence to healing on that day, Jesus told the man to pick up his bed and walk! ON THE SABBATH!

Then, when they challenged Jesus about it, ...

On Tuesday evening I spoke at a Women's Ministry Banquet at a church here in London. There was a very talented group of girls there to perform, students of the pastor's wife. The last of their offerings was the simple and simply beautiful Jesus Loves Me. I would have gone, just for that.

What peace it brought at just that moment. (I was a little nervous as I always am before a talk.)

It got me to thinking about a blog post I wrote some time ago a...