Her passion for cooking started with one aromatic meal, served up with love and a cheeky smile. Her love for her husband was rekindled after one thoughtful note, slipped under the table at dinner. Her desire to truly live again was sparked by one story of survival in a country far more turbulent. Her week was improved by one pot of… Continue reading ‘The little things’ change lives
I’ve been ‘seeing’ Jesus all my life – finding him in all kinds of ways. But he isn’t just wishful thinking, or a product of my imagination. He isn’t the ridiculous delusion some would claim him to be. I first saw Jesus in the stories read to me from the Bible at home, and the… Continue reading Have you seen Jesus?
When I was a little girl, I used to have fun building a fortress out of bed sheets and hiding from the world outside. As an adult, sometimes I snuggle under soft, fluffy blankets, leaving myself just enough air to breathe. I feel cosy, protected, and safe when I’m under there. Whether in the form… Continue reading More than a bed-sheet fort
This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I hear you whisper the words as you stumble into the doctor’s surgery, asking for another prescription. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here. I hear you whisper the words as you enter the principal’s office once more to talk about the trouble your son is… Continue reading This isn’t the first time I’ve been here…
You are not the sum total of what you wear. You are not the sum total of the reading on the bathroom scales. You are not the sum total of the result you got in the HSC. You are not the sum total of texts you got today. You are not the sum total of… Continue reading You are not the sum total of what others think about you
Last week my country was rocked by the news that four people were killed on an amusement park ride on the Gold Coast. A week earlier we heard about a tragic situation whereby a Sydney man gassed his home, poisoning himself, his wife, his two children, and the family dog. Further afield, a pastor I have… Continue reading Grief is inevitable, but we have hope
She slowly and suddenly released the boat from the shore… This contradictory sentence has been floating around in my head all morning. I jotted it down to describe the process of letting go, of handing over… I’m in the process of surrendering some unhealthy ways of thinking which have taken a long time – yet… Continue reading Go on… Release the boat