It’s time to rewrite the stories of the broken. For those who feel imprisoned by chains of anxiety, depression, disorders, shame and isolation to find freedom. (more…)
Bob JonesMay 27, 2020
Twenty-one years ago I held Ashley Pearse in my arms. She was breathtaking. In March 1999, Ashley's parents knew little of what lay before her or within her. All they wanted was for their daughter to live her best life. That's why dedicating kids to the God who created them for a purpose is smart. It’s breathtaking now to see Ashley's passion for what God wrote on her heart. (more…)
Bob JonesMay 23, 2020
We've all watched in shocked horror as a Canadian Forces Snowbird fell from the sky over Kamloops, BC Sunday morning. Just two days earlier Jocelyn and I stood with pride as the jets roared over our home in St Albert and neighbourhoods in Edmonton. (more…)
Bob JonesMay 17, 2020
We like to post pictures of good moments. Joy is an emotion worth sharing. Celebrating your wins, feelings, gratitude, and happiness are not necessarily evidence of narcissism gone wild. If you are enjoying a victory, I'm genuinely happy for you. (more…)
Bob JonesApril 12, 2020
The risk of catching COVID-19 in Alberta is low. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take the high road and face reality during this pandemic. (more…)
Bob JonesMarch 14, 2020
I was five years old when my mother, who had divorced my father when I was two, met a monster and moved him into our house. He was a violent child molester who tortured me for the better part of a year, and the abuse was too graphic to describe here. (more…)
Bob JonesMarch 1, 2020
At the halfway marker of a 10km fundraiser, a volunteer observed the pair of running shoes hanging around my neck and made an astute guess. “You must be running for someone today.” (more…)
Bob JonesFebruary 24, 2020
Every night on The Tragically Hip’s 2016 cross-Canada tour, frontman Gord Downie stood alone at the end of the night looking out at the crowd – waving, blowing kisses, bowing, giving the thumbs up. (more…)
Bob JonesFebruary 18, 2020
My husband and I have two sons, Max and Jacob. It’s late. As I write this, we’ve just returned from a soccer tournament that was a 40-minute drive from home, in a blizzard, and finally they're both in bed. The thing is, being a parent doesn’t stop for anything. Not for blizzards, not for late nights, and not for cancer. (more…)
Bob JonesFebruary 14, 2020