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God’s Word is brimming with verses that call us to forget, and plenty more telling us to remember. Others talk about t..
“Life is about more than counting Pringles!”
The comment from another room hovered across the house.
The girls were getting feisty abou..
It began as a mild but manky aroma. I put it down to the pre-pubescent body of a friend that Molly had over for the day. In hindsight, tha..
I live on the nubbin of a street. While there are 90-something houses on my street, a chasm created by a highway leaves a cosy enclave of ..
It was a hoodie-kind-of-morning when I tested the weather out of the car door with an arm. I put on the jumper and made my way to the star..
I’ve retreated to New Norcia this weekend – a monastic town a couple of hours north of Perth by car. I come here often for quite reflectio..
I haven’t written much lately, but I’ve been reading, talking, listening, and thinking plenty. Stuff too tentative to publish and too mudd..
In the first year of our marriage, Michael had a Husband of the Year idea that we would get out of town for one weekend a month. Of course..
In the first days after I had given my life to Jesus, I was very quiet about the event. I did not have a ‘running-around-the-streets, hera..
Occasionally, on a Monday evening, I run down a stretch of Canning Highway. Those few hundred metres take me past the Christadelphian Hall..