I haven’t written a ‘something’ in a couple of weeks. It becomes a lot harder to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, when you haven’..
He didn’t recognise me. But he knew someone was coming to visit. With the realisation that I, a grey haired grandma, had come to see him, ..
I’ve just finished reading an account of spiritual abuse at the hands of the leadership of a large church. Written with a level of grace, ..
It’s a bizarre situation. We’re about to make a binding covenant. We’ve agreed on the terms. So, obviously, I fetch several animals, slaug..
It was a worship camp. In Baldivis. The sort that a larger church has. Everyone connected with the music ministry of the church came along..
Shortly after Christmas, the rubber gloves came out. It was time for the obligatory fridge cleansing. Ham hock going went into the pea an..
What kind of father and husband do I want to be? A legitimate one.
What kind am I?
I am caring and compassionate. I do my best to un..
I’ve been re-organising, making a space for the husband to work at home. For me, writing and organising spaces scratches a similar itch. I..
The Israelites loved a good walk. For years they wandered the desert – a pillar of cloud by day, a pillar of fire by night. I’ve always im..
Just checking in with you. You’re always in the back of my mind, and I do love you even if I don’t tell you often enough!