Time to birth the promise

Time to birth the promise

Often the process of birth is glossed over. We don’t talk about the realities of childbirth, especially around expectant mothers and fathers, for fear of scaring them. The same is true in church.

I’ve been lying (to myself)

I’ve been lying (to myself)

The thing about lies is, that often we actually fully believe them ourselves. So it was for me. I was completely convinced that the reason my house was in this mess was because I didn’t have enough time…

The Dance

The Dance

I watched them, quietly shuffling around the floor – somewhere between a waltz and – well, it doesn’t matter does it really? They were together.

My Kind of Perfect

My Kind of Perfect

Two parents, a home that was secure, food on the table and logs for the fire.
A lifestyle that has largely been confined to the history books as technology and society have both advanced and regressed respectively.

Catching the Wind

Catching the Wind

I looked up at them, dancing quietly together. They thought no-one was watching but I was. A silent moment of romance, snatched from the busyness of a noisy family weekend.

The Journal And The Dream

The Journal And The Dream

It has been a long time since I looked through my paper journals, and some things -those things that don’t really make sense at the time – disappear in the mists of our recollections.

The Drip and the Eavesdropper

The Drip and the Eavesdropper

They both hated this. Always the struggle. Always the screaming, tears and arguments. The panic, the (apparent) pain, and the feeling afterwards that perhaps, if only… things might have been different.

Keep Digging!

Keep Digging!

I have wondered whether to share this or not, simply because some people are deeply opposed to the idea that God does things like this. Then I realised that is EXACTLY WHY I SHOULD share it!

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