Stories from the journey home
I came across this quote on social media recently. “I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything; but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.”Edward Everett Hale It made me think about what I... Continue Reading →
Watching in horror as Afghanistan falls to the Taliban. I’m transfixed by heart crushing scenes that my husband is telling to set aside. How can you look past this post from the New York Times? In Tigray, Ethiopia, people are running from their homes as the fighting takes hold. Southern Haiti was made rubble as... Continue Reading →
It's raining again in London. Summer has been a wet one this year with brief moments of beautiful sunshine. I was scrolling through my social media feed, when this image came up. It made me pause and think. Are my actions speaking as loudly as the the faith I profess in Christ? What about this... Continue Reading →
The sign outside a church in Wimbledon Village There is a sense of excitement in the air. The shops in the village have dressed up their windows in preparation for the event. Every year our local tennis club puts on a competition that draws top tennis players from many different countries to these shores. Established... Continue Reading →
When was the last time you cried tears of joy? I don't mean pretty delicate movie tears that trickle down our cheeks. But snot snivelled ugly cried because something moved you so deeply because of the beauty of it? We see it all over the internet. From someone getting the latest pair of sneakers to... Continue Reading →
“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5 (NIV) It’s Good Friday today. A time to remember the death of my Lord on the cross. Our boy said it was odd that... Continue Reading →
I recently read an excellent interview on the Rust Belt Girl. It's a blog I follow by the lovely Rebecca Moon Ruark. The interview was with author Eliese Colette Goldbach -- a writer from the rust belt of America. A thought-provoking and honest piece, the questions and answers ranged from Goldbach's time working at a steel mill to... Continue Reading →
Dear 2020, Not long now before you're gone. And I have to admit, a part of me is glad to see you leave. There was so much pain and suffering during your turn around the sun. You've been one awful year for so many people. As COVID-19 began to impact the country, it was sometimes... Continue Reading →
Featured image by Jamie Davies on Unsplash This was not the Christmas we were expecting when we moved to London. About a week ago the Government announced that London would move into Tier 4 lockdown. Meeting people is restricted, non-essential shops and restaurants are closed again. We are all housebound except to exercise or buy groceries. We were... Continue Reading →
Saying Goodbye Hobart, Tasmania. Where I grew up. It was hot back in Sydney. My son and I had just arrived after spending some time in Hobart. The smell of burnt gum trees was strong as we walked to our friends’ home with our travel bags. I could feel the heat baked into the pavement... Continue Reading →
I am proud today. I know. I've got to watch it. But I couldn't help the emotion ballooning. Our son didn't win a medal. He didn't bring home an A for his homework. BUT Our son's cello teacher told us that he was a good student and that he had potential. Now that he has... Continue Reading →
Powerful things, stories. They can help us understand another. The good ones make us feel. The even better ones end up mobilising us to care. I've known the power of stories since I was a young girl. There are stories I still remember, stories that have moved me to tears. I was about six years... Continue Reading →
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