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Continue reading →: Fixing on the Smallest Things
When the world feels like a never-ending stream of bad news, of fearful threats, of actual violence on small and large scales it can feel like a crushing weight. When children come home with distorted views of news you haven’t even talked about together, and the internet rages with right…
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Continue reading →: The Gift of Grieving Well
I’ve been remembering today how as I child I determined not to cry at the raised voices, hurt exchanged and received in my house. How as a family broke down I held my grief tight and pushed it down stamping it firm, the effort leaving fingernail marks digging into my…
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Continue reading →: the sounds of Bethlehem
It happened when my first child was small. A bundle of beauty at about 7 months old – all the joy of my life. We sat Christmas morning in a family members church – a beautiful building, built in a time when parishioners were expected to sit quietly and mod-cons…
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Continue reading →: dear overwhelmed heart
It takes a great deal of grit to keep going in the face of things that feel like a fast closing tsunami on a flat plain with no higher ground in sight. It takes courage to look past the comparison of your real life when you’re constantly thinking other people’s…
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Continue reading →: On Needing Help
Many moons ago I set out to learn all the words from Romans 12. Now when I look back through the fog of remembering and forgetting there is this line that jumps out again and again and each belongs to all the others It rings loud this theme of belonging…
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Continue reading →: Adrian Plass – I am a fangirl
If I had a list of the people I’d like to be Adrian Plass would be one of them. So, I know he’s a guy, that’s quite a bit older than me, and has a beard!, but stick with me here. The thing I love about Adrian Plass is that he manages to…
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Continue reading →: Living in Tension – Satisfied/Dissatisfied
Sometimes it can be difficult living in the centre of what appears to be a contradiction or at least a very tight tension. But I feel like as Christians we cannot avoid that tension. We have to make peace with it – in more than one way. Today I’m ruminating…
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Continue reading →: Changing my Metaphor
The blare of sirens broke the lunchtime crowds and noise of the city streets as two engines flew full force to a building whose alarm echoed back a similar refrain. I thought of those firefighters inside the vehicle, uniforms on, skills honed, attention sharpened, ready. Standing on the ground of…
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