I Wanna Be A Cowboy


I figured out where my Grandpa Thiessen used to shop for clothes.
The Co-op.

Got me a nice dress shirt there this week.











Awkward Family Photos. Friesen Style.

It happens when I am searching my hard drive for some old photo that I need for some project I am working on that I will stumble upon an old relic of years gone by.

And so it is with this photograph.

To her credit, Lauralea was always the person who would push for us to go to these Sears and Woolco photography shops to get our family photo done well before Christmas. Mainly so that we would have something to send our families who all lived far away.

I usually balked at it, I was a poor model. I don't know how to smile and those times always forced me to face that personal pit of self doubt.

These appointments were fairly complex ordeals. To get us all there and looking at a camera with no cranky looks on our faces. As you can tell, Lauralea was the most enthusiastic of the bunch on this day.

There is a look in Johanna's eyes that appears to be a silent cry for help. A smirk on Hillary's face that indicates that more is afoot than we realize. Thomas is moving in and out of many levels of fear, and Micah seems just disengaged with the whole deal.

As I used to claim back then, my moustache always made me look like I was frowning, even if my lips are smiling beneath it. But my eyes aren't smiling, so it's probably safe to say I'm present mostly in body. The look on the others faces is probably due to me and my strategy of getting them all facing the same direction. (I seem to remember when my own family went for family photos that my dad applied some pretty strong "strategy"to me too. It was't that effective back then. Too bad I couldn't remember that on this day.)  And what was I ever thinking with those glasses?

But the mom who tried hard, to get personalized Christmas gifts for our parents, she is smiling.
She still tries really hard. To get good gifts for people, and to do what she can to get the family in the same place for a few moments of shared life.

I am still shaped by the mood captured on film that day. Maybe with more clarity, a tinge of regret?Maybe with more ideas of how that day could have gone better if I had the wisdom then that I do now. But that's the deal isn't it? We don't have the wisdom and experience of a life lived when we are young. That only comes with age.  We live with what we've got, that's just how it is. But I think it's how we deal with those stories that shapes our future selves.


Families are unique and funny things, bringing out the best and the worst in us.
And that is why we have  Awkward Family Photos






Our son, the engineer

Micah and Thomas riding the Carousel years ago
Micah just sent me this link to the place he's working in Saskatoon for the summer. It's at the Kinsmen park, Saskatoon's oldest park.

When I was a kid I'd ride the train (A smaller one in those days) and the carousel and get some ice cream with my grandma and grandpa.

So then when we had kids we'd go there occasionally to ride the rides and have fun on a warm summers day.

Now Micah is working there for the summer and seems to be enjoying it. A part of me envies him.


Here's a video snapshot of the park. Nicely done too.




Potashcorp Playland at Kinsmen Park from space2place on Vimeo.

In Prayer

In Prayer

O Lord, in prayer I launch far out into the eternal world, and on that broad ocean my soul triumphs over all evils on the shores of mortality. Time, with its gay amusements and cruel disappointments never appears so inconsiderate as then.

In prayer I see myself as nothing; I find my heart going after Thee with intensity, and long with vehement thirst to live to Thee. Blessed be the strong gales of the Spirit that speed me on my way to the New Jerusalem.

In prayer all things here below vanish, and nothing seems important but holiness of heart and the salvation of others.

In prayer all my worldly cares, fears, anxieties disappear, and are of as little significance as a puff of wind.

In prayer my soul inwardly exults with lively thoughts at what Thou art doing for Thy church, and I long that Thou shouldest get Thyself a great name from sinners returning to Zion.

In prayer I am lifted above the frowns and flatteries of life, and taste heavenly joys; entering into the eternal world I can give myself to Thee with all my heart, to be Thine for ever.

In prayer I can place all my concerns in Thy hands, to be entirely at Thy disposal, having no will or interest of my own.

In prayer I can intercede for my friends, ministers, sinners, the church, Thy kingdom to come, with greatest freedom, ardent hopes, as a son to his father, as a lover to the beloved.

Help me to be all prayer and never to cease praying.


Via. Puritan Prayers