My dad passed away last month. I took some time on this rainy Sunday afternoon in lockdown to jot down some of the memories I have of him. Thank you for reading…
Sometimes I try and imagine what it felt like the day Jesus died.
A series of events, each worst than the last, piled up until she was left with no option but to take her place at the soup kitchen in Sydney’s CBD.
Ever been so tired you can’t hold your head up?
Beware the gift that stops giving.
We enter the world with simple expectations. We require love, affection and approval. As we grow we become more aware … More
A parent nestles into the well-worn seat and tells me she can’t remember life before becoming ‘mum’.
As we unpacked the contents of our bedrooms into our seemingly massive two-bedroom unit, as well as all our wedding presents, it occurred to us that man could not live on bedspreads alone.
Do I want to get ‘well’?
What areas in my life do I really want Jesus to help me with?
“Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”