Seeking Truth Articles

Sometimes what you should do is pray. One thing when our brains get scattered and wehave 1 million things to do—and even when we’re excited about them. Forexample, now: my new life versus my old life. Lord willing, the future for meis super exciting. Some mornings I want to get up at four in the morning andstart my day. I have 1 million thoughts going through my mind. Then it occurred to me: when that’s happening,sometimes you just need to pray. Spend the time praying, seekin

This is Lyman Miller with Lyman’s Wild Ways and thewildways.ca , today I want to talk about something I see everywhere—in myself, in friends, in strangers online, in people I meet day to day. It’s that negative loop that runs in our heads, the one that keeps us stuck even when life is handing us better options. I’ve spent a lot of time searching for real wisdom in a world that feels like it’s lost its mind. The more I look, the more I notice how often we refuse to hear the tr

Something hit me while I’ve been working on myself and chasing real wisdom. Wisdom to improve, to become a better person—for me and for the people around me. One thing stands out clear as day: so many folks are feeding their mouth but starving their spirit. We see a lot of overweight people (and honestly, we all get impulsive sometimes). We make choices to feed our flesh, to serve our body in the moment, and then regret it later. These same people hit the fanciest restaurants

The Boat: Chasing Adventure, Finding Healing When folks think of boating, they picture adventure—chasing salmon on the West Coast, hunting moose from the bow, or hooking lake trout and rainbows in the deep interior of North Central BC. For me and my crew, it’s all that and more. The boat’s our ticket to the wild, a floating camp for multi-day trips, minimum 100 miles, where we chase good times and make memories. But it’s not just about the fish or the game. Over the years, I’

Sunday Drives: Cherished Memories with My Dad Some of my fondest memories are of Sunday drives with my dad. During hunting season, it was usually just the two of us, but when hunting season was over, the whole family—Mom, Dad, my sister, and I—would pile into the car. The day would start with church in the morning. Afterward, we’d grab a bite at McDonald’s or Dairy Queen and hit the road. My dad was a realtor at the time, and we didn’t have a truck back then—just cars and lat