Stories from the journey home
My own hot water bottle. Bought by a kind friend when I was poorly. I came across a true story this afternoon. It's been travelling around the world since the 1950s. I had no idea it existed until I bumped into a friend at the local grocers this afternoon. I was buying lunch. So was... Continue Reading →
… and redemption. It’s an ancient story of hope and forgiveness. But it starts with acknowledging we’re flawed. It starts with understanding our sin before God. For Debbie’s One Word Sunday
I start a new job in two weeks. I've had the most wonderful time at my current workplace. I've really enjoyed working to tell their stories of hope and transformation. It's been a privilege to wake up each morning, open my laptop, and write about faithful staff, caring pastors, and generous supporters from across the... Continue Reading →
My son is off at camp. My husband will be home from work after midnight. I am home alone, reading a book that is moving me to tears. It's a collection of love stories. A crazy Australian writer spent some time on a busy Brisbane street with a typewriter and recorded stories that came walking... Continue Reading →
The devil is in the detail. How many times have we heard that idiom? It's been said often because it's often true. But I reckon God is there too. I worship a God that spoke the stars into being. He is the creator of the vast universe. But this is the very God who also... Continue Reading →
Our church in London had a secondhand book fair some weeks back to support TearFund’s humanitarian appeal for Ukraine. I was so encouraged to hear we raised more than £2,000 in donations. But the moment I’ll take with me during my day manning the stalls is a small exchange with a young woman. It was... Continue Reading →
We looked on in horror as the might of the Russian army rolled into a sovereign nation only two weeks ago; as gunfire rang out and bombs dropped in cities like Kyiv, Sumy and Mariupol. We felt powerless as Ukrainians threw themselves under armoured cars and tanks; as ordinary people started to take up arms... Continue Reading →
You’ll see this statue of John of Nepomuk on Charles bridge if you visit Prague. Legend has it he was chained and thrown into the Vltava river to drown for not divulging the confessions of the Queen of Bohemia. The image was taken with the iPhone and edited using the Hipstamatic App. For Debbie’s Six... Continue Reading →
My faith in Christ helps me endure. It gives me hope for a better world. It helps me feel strong when I am weak. I remember having the following song on repeat when I was feeling fragile. It’s not particularly theologically sound, but it reminded me that I am loved by God who died for... Continue Reading →
I have many favourite quotes. What I’m drawn to changes depending on my day, my mood, the lesson I may need to learn. The following is from 1 Corinthians 13. Just the first three verses. The ones that are usually ignored in wedding ceremonies as people rush to talk about the nature of love in... Continue Reading →
Home. It's more than a place to shelter and sleep. It is a place where we are accepted for who we are and can feel like we belong. I think we all need one. I think it's part of our human condition to long for one. So imagine if you were one day forced to... Continue Reading →
Life I am grateful for life today. In all its messiness and glory. For the living of it. For the pain and joy of it. Daunting and difficult it can be at times, I'm grateful we can't hide from it. It's there to be lived. From the monotonous days to the adventures ahead, we can... Continue Reading →
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