Author Archives: Sara Davison

The Heart of the Matter

Nothing is scarier for a writer than to feel that they are out of words. It happens to me, alarmingly often, and from what I hear I’m far from the only one. The condition is akin to a fireman turning … Continue reading

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Oh Yeah, It’s Not About Me

Praise for my work is as difficult for me to handle well as rejection. In a different way, of course. Praise doesn’t crush my self-esteem, destroy my confidence, and send me to bed with a carton of Ben & Jerry’s … Continue reading

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God Keep our Land

God Keep our Land It is Canada Day as I write this post. As always, I am filled with patriotic pride as I hear the anthem and see the flags being waved. We celebrate this country, and rightly so, as … Continue reading

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Into the Light Again (reposted)

A new dawn. A new world. A new hope. Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. 2 And behold, there was a great … Continue reading

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Enter the Darkness (reposted)

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun’s light failed. And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple … Continue reading

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Utterly Conflicted

I am a middle-child, a Canadian and a Christian. I’m the ultimate peace-keeper. Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than conflict in real life. In a book, though, that’s (literally) another story. I once read a book where the set-up to … Continue reading

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May I Have this Dance?

A shy young man musters up his courage one evening and forces himself to go to a dance being held in his small town. Drawing in a deep, calming breath, he wipes his damp palms on the front of his … Continue reading

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