We cannot expect our younger selves to have understood what only a lifetime of experience could teach us. I have often heard it said that the year before a major milestone becomes a reflective one. A year of looking backwards as much as forwards. Of taking stock. Of remembering who you were, who you became,…
Tag: grace
A Tender Legacy
We may never see the full answer to our prayers, but their blessings may reach far beyond our lifetime. As part of a six-week course I am doing, I was asked to take a test to discover which emotions most strongly drive me. When the results came back, they stopped me in my tracks. The…
He is Risen!
Sometimes we arrive at a moment believing we know how the story ends, only to discover that God has written something we never imagined. There is an ancient and joyous Paschal greeting that has echoed across generations of Christians, celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ and proclaiming hope, new life, and the victory of life…
Love Like That
The deepest response to extraordinary love is to let it transform our lives. The cross is a hard thing to look at. It is rough wood. Cruel wood. A place of suffering and shame, where human beings were nailed and left to die. There is nothing gentle about it. Nothing soft. Nothing in the scene…
Love Kneels Down
Sometimes the most ordinary acts of service carry the most extraordinary love. On Maundy Thursday, I find myself deeply moved by the thought that love kneels. Not proud.Not distant.Not hurried.But low enough to wash feet.Low enough to serve.Low enough to remain tender, even with suffering already gathering at the door. There is something about that…
Writing While Able
Sometimes we forget that what we are able to do today is itself a gift worth treasuring. For some years now, I have lived with a certain kind of uncertainty, the kind that quietly follows me even on ordinary days. It is not always loud. Sometimes it sits far enough in the background that I…
Water over Rock
We are constantly being shaped by what we repeatedly allow into our hearts and minds, often without realising it. There are some places that seem to hold a feeling for you, so that when you return, something in you settles before you even understand why. Marysville is like that for me. This summer, on one…
Between Breaths
Perhaps making peace with our past begins not with wishing it had been different, but with finding the courage to acknowledge it as part of who we are today. New Year’s Eve is the night when time asks us to look back. Not with nostalgia, but with honesty. It is not a celebration so much…
Quiet Reflection
Peace isn’t necessarily the absence of uncertainty; it is discovering that uncertainty doesn’t have to take away our peace. When I was younger, the days between Christmas and New Year felt almost sacred. A quiet pause in the calendar where I would reflect on what had been and carefully map out what was to come….
Ink from Pain
Healing does not erase the wound; it changes the way we look at the world. I recently joined a writing group that meets at a local church, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. It’s become one of my favourite outings now, this gathering of minds and hearts, of stories and pens. There’s…
