Blogs & Other Writings

Sarah is a dedicated woman of faith who frequently wrestles with material possessions. She believed that such belongings were essential for her acceptance in various social circles. Constantly fluctuating between secular beliefs and Christian values, she sought to blend the benefits of both worlds. Yet, she began to sense a profound internal shift brewing beneath the surface. With time, her indecisiveness became more unsettling. One day, while Sarah was in her room contemplat

Before I had even entered the house, I felt something was not right. A feeling of dread filled my whole being. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. Yet, I still turned the key and walked through my front door. I saw him, before he saw me; he was wearing a black hoodie. His hood covered all of his face. He was sitting cross-legged on my lounge floor. I froze, dropped everything I was carrying. They say your fight-or-flight response will kick in. Mine did not. I stood as i

I’m not sure how she got in. I think it was through an open window, but she sneaked in and made herself at home. Self-loathing was her name. She was a large presence; she filled up most of any space. She would show me all my flaws. Telling me I needed to be thinner, younger, fitter. I could never please her. Soon, her close relative, ‘comparison’, barged her way in. At least she sat quietly in a corner most days, but when I let her speak, she had an incredibly loud voice. Com

Our house feels like living inside a musical. Not necessarily in the song quality, but definitely in quantity. It’s hard to say "Hello," "You're welcome," or "We're halfway there" without someone breaking into song. And it’s not just music. Our days are packed with lines from films, adverts, and TV shows. “Coffee, coffee, boy, do I need coffee!” “Bacon is good for me!” I’m not sure it’s entirely normal (which is why I try to restrain myself in public), but it’s definitely n

And so it's done. My beautiful, funny, loving, caring, thoughtful and wonderful Mum has gone to be with her Jesus. The funeral services were held five days after she died - a minor miracle in itself - and what a wonderful send-off it was. A private family service in the morning, the most precious time imaginable – no formality at all, just a time of sharing precious thoughts, poems, prayers and songs, with pastor Steve from Mum's church, CCK, who has pastored us through th

There are so many beautiful miracles recorded in the Bible. Jesus turned water into wine. Jesus healed the blind, the deaf and the lame. A woman who had been to so many Doctors because of her bleeding just touched the hem of Jesus’s cloak and was healed. Jesus healed a boy when he was in another town. He didn't even need to be in proximity to him. Jesus told the woman at the well about her past, not to shame or condemn her, but to show her the way to live a full, free life, w