Stories from the journey home
It was a rainy day in London today with sudden bursts of sunshine. I was working from home when my colleague informed us that the Queen was gravely ill. I turned on the TV and realised that the BBC had stopped broadcasting its usual programs and was now continuously covering the story. It started as... Continue Reading →
We went for a walk around London today. A six hour guided tour around the city’s Christian heritage. It was very encouraging. I was moved to tears at some points. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
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 →
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 →
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 →
Truths are unmasked whenever we face difficulties. Our struggles can often be painful opportunities to learn and grow. I have listed five things this period of isolation is teaching me. Value of friendship We moved to London about five months ago. A few weeks later we were told to stay at home. All places where... Continue Reading →
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