I have spent many hours on snowshoes. My first taste of snowshoeing was at age four or five in Fort Nelson, B.C. (Treaty 8 Territory). My father was serving there as a member of the Royal Canadian Army Pay Corps and was given training suitable to the environment.
Several years ago, I toured through parts of Germany that had been closed to the West when I lived there as a child of NATO in the late 1960s.
I am fond of November, a month when nature shifts from the richness of autumn, with its pungent smells, colourful leaves, golden days and temperate weather to a kind of stark, minimalist beauty.
Sutherland is a sparsely populated part of northwest Scotland. As you travel there the roads get increasingly narrow and twisty, with only a single lane in many places.
Our journeys in faith often bring us to a place where we are faced with a decision to relinquish our own hopes, desires, and plans because God is calling us to something else.