Then I came to the realisation that it is through the foggy times that I learn so much about prayer, that is when prayer becomes exciting.
As children we are taught that at Christmas miracles happen for everyone on earth. For those little ones we tend airbrush out the nitty, gritty, uncomfortable parts of Christmas in the hope that they are protected.
Last year I wrote a blog post comparing my birth story with a wholly different birth narrative. You can find it here. This year I want to capture just another small piece to the jigsaw.
Where do you put your self-worth? Someone asked me this once and I laughed. I looked around my room that … More
This blog is about our festival wagon that we took to Greenbelt. Quite a few people loved what we did … More
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while but wasn’t sure how to put it into words. How … More
What do you love about the world we live in? Maybe it’s the fact that despite everything being interconnected, nothing truly fits together. It is all jaunty angles and almost forming perfect fit but not quite.
Occasionally my amazing husband writes a piece for my blog and when he gave this reflection today I asked if … More
As I grew up “Sorry is not good enough” is something I sometimes heard. Occasionally when I made a mistake … More
Dear Donor Family, 5 years. I don’t need to tell you that it has been 5 years from what was … More