There are weeks when the whole world feels unsteady. This has been one of them. So much in the wider world feels fragile at the moment — economies shaking, nations on edge, lives overshadowed by conflict and the spillover of war. There is a heaviness in the air, a sense that everything is more uncertain…
Tag: healing
The Gift of Lament
There is something deeply human and deeply biblical about lament. The Psalms have taught me that faith is not made up only of praise and singing, but also of sighing, longing, questioning, and bringing our sorrows honestly before God. They do not ask us to tidy ourselves up before we come. They do not pretend…
The Speed of Change
There are seasons in life when almost nothing seems to change. Days follow one another so faithfully they begin to blur. Morning arrives, evening settles, and tomorrow looks much like today. Life moves along its tracks with a reassuring rhythm. Predictable. Familiar. Safe. In those seasons, change is so subtle it can almost go unnoticed….
Allow
There was a time when I believed life moved in straight lines. If I made careful plans, if I worked hard enough, if I loved well enough, things would unfold as expected. I thought certainty was something you earned. But life, it turns out, has never been interested in our neat expectations. It bends. It…
Ink from Pain
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 something grounding about sitting in a quiet room with others who feel compelled to…
We Call on Him
For a number of years, Peter and I shared a quiet ritual with our dear friends, Stephen and his late wife Wendy. We each brought a song — something that spoke to us in that season of life — and took turns playing them, sitting together in conversation, letting the lyrics lead us to places…
The Sacred Pause
To grow, we must rest. It’s a truth woven deep into the rhythm of life — so obvious in nature, yet so easily forgotten in the noise of our busy days. But the earth remembers. Even the richest soil needs to take a break. Rest is not the end of life — it is part…
Cancer Diagnosis
I’m the kind of person who remembers anniversaries — not only the joyful ones, but the ones that mark life’s deep turning points. I’ve always been this way. Certain days settle into my bones and refuse to be forgotten. They become quiet markers along the road — places where life changed direction. These moments help…
The Joy of Writing
In the quiet spaces between breaths, in the soft stillness of the soul, there exists a flame that flickers and dances — a passion ignited by the simple stroke of a pen upon paper, or the gentle tap of keys beneath waiting fingertips. It is not loud. It does not demand attention. But it burns…
Untangle Me
The need to get away is never really about running. It isn’t about kilometres or destinations marked on a map. It is about creating space within myself. A quiet stepping back. A loosening of expectations. A longing to breathe differently — slower, deeper — until life feels simple again and my shoulders remember how to…
Apples of Gold 