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…

Between Breaths

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 as a reckoning — an inventory of moments that never asked to be remembered but stayed anyway. The conversations that altered us. The silences that taught us more than…

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…

A Dream

There we were today, Peter and I, sitting in the cosy backyard of our favourite café, wrapped in the warmth of the summer sun and the easy comfort of conversation. Amid the soft hum of voices and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a question rose quietly between us: what would be the one…