I was driving through thick, heavy mist. The mountainous air was cold but my car was warm, and I knew my way home (or at least, my GPS did). As I drove further in it seemed the street lamps were dancing around me. In fact, the bauble-like lights were all I could see in a sea of… Continue reading Driving faith forward
I love op shops, I admit it. I’m addicted to the thrill of finding wearable treasures in a sea of not-so-lovely stuff. I also love Italian hot chocolates. They are rarely made the way I like them, but when I find a good one I’m fanatical about it. I love cooking. Preferably with successful results,… Continue reading Guilt trips are no vacation
I was looking for you all along. Beautiful you. I was looking for you in that friendship I thought would last forever. Then one day she just up and left. I was looking for you in the eyes of the teacher who helped me forage for hidden talent. I never believed I could before I met her. I was… Continue reading It was always you.
I’ve had a hard few days. Earlier this week I found out my dad had collapsed due to (probably) heart complications, and it was the second time in two months. Thankfully he’s OK and in good hands, and cardiologists and neurologists are doing what they can to work out why it happened. But it was a… Continue reading Wrapped in love
I recently had the privilege of listening to a woman share about her journey as a shy person. In her mind, she thought that if she just smiled at everyone – saying very little – people would think she was nice, and would find no reason not to like her. In her younger years she was riddled with insecurities, fear… Continue reading Shy girl walking
‘Out of control’… ‘Self-control’… ‘Controlling personality’… ‘Easily controlled…’ I’m fascinated by the word control… The concept itself, and the reasons behind our desire for it intrigues me. I really wonder if control is indeed an illusion. I mean, how much control do we actually have? Emotions and thoughts flutter in and out of our minds constantly – often… Continue reading Control freaks… and God
“The days are long, but the years are short,” wrote Gretchen Rubin in The Happiness Project. Never a truer word has been said of parenting young children. Some days the noise and craziness of corralling two intense little boys is so challenging I want to scream. But there are also moments my heart simply wells up with joy. Like today. I stared down… Continue reading A new day dawning