Blogs & Other Writings

As I walked through the forest this October and heard the leaves rustling and felt the cool wind blowing through the trees, as I saw the few remaining brambles on the bushes and felt the softness of the moss in my hands, I heard the Lord's invitation. “Will you let go of the last season, whether it was a good season or a bad season?” For me, I didn’t want the summer to end. Even though the summer wasn't particularly easy for me, with some health challenges, I didn't want the

Slip knot, chain stitch, double crochet, half double crochet. I have started to learn a new language. Years ago, I tried to learn crochet, but got so frustrated that I threatened to put the crochet hook up my sister's nose while she was trying so hard to teach me. After numerous attempts, I accepted that I couldn’t crochet. A few weeks ago, I changed my attitude and said, “I will try to learn again”. A patient friend sat and talked me through the basic steps. I felt the frust

May I ask, friend, are you going through difficult times in your life? Does it feel like you have lost everything and no longer have the energy to fight? Would you describe yourself as close to burnout or actually burnt out? You are not alone; in fact, these things are common to all who believe in the Lord, because we have an enemy who wants to kill, steal and destroy us. This is not meant to frighten you, but to show the reality of the cost of following our Saviour, who has

Many of us in this season have weathered difficult storms, and some have suffered great loss. It takes a lot to process, and asking the big “Why” question isn't very productive; it can lead us down paths of introspection, even into self-pity. That is not to condemn, but it is our natural response to difficult situations. But did not the Gospel writer John say, These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of g

There was nothing wrong with his hearing; that was for sure! He heard the farrier's hammer hit the anvil as he shaped the horseshoe. He heard the market sellers call out their deals of the day. He heard exhausted mothers reprimand their boisterous children, He heard the unpleasant sound of desperate rats scratching the dry, dusty ground, hoping for crumbs or scraps of food that people may drop. He was glad of his other senses t The smell of the fresh bread on the barrow that

I found myself in the back of an ambulance for the second time in the month. The pain was excruciating. As soon as they pushed liquid pain relief through my cannula, it started to ease. The paramedic knew what I needed to make me comfortable. He administered the drugs and sat with me till it started to take effect, then sat quietly. Presence matters. I was wheeled into a part of the A&E that I hadn’t been to before. I lay there so drugged but so aware of so many people millin