A place to share my thoughts, struggles, experiences, reflections and, most importantly, my hope.
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the LORD, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: with two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And…
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A thousand noises, sights and smells surrounded us. The roads flowed with scooters, mopeds and motorbikes, the streets full with early risers. After the struggle of the past few months it felt amazing be here, with the team, in Vietnam, at the centre of Ho Chi Minh City. Yet there was still anxiety within me.…
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Depression has cast a shadow on my life for about five years now. It hit its worst when I was sixteen. I thought that it would never change, that I would never get better. But then I did. And yet it stayed lurking nearby, and I could feel it coming back again last Christmas, sneaking back…
Read More‘You have heard that it was said, “Love your neighbour and hate your enemy.” But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the…
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It was unimaginable, indescribable, and far more beautiful than her own human mind could have fathomed before. A new day was dawning, a new joy had come, a new creation was here. To follow of from Part Two of this little blog series, ‘Glorious Ruins’, perhaps the most inspiring talk throughout the ‘Mission and the Whole…
Read MoreAnd the ruins of the tempest were returned to glory, the light casting itself upon the world as it was meant to be, the world in which everything good that had been destroyed was restored. And so to follow from ‘Part One: Creation’ I turn to a burning question. That God created the world, the universe,…
Read MoreA golden light broke through and the grey of the storm was washed away. It was a light more beautiful than she had ever imagined, more pure. In the middle of the first semester of my second year at university, as I face an array of distractions, the things I heard and the things I…
Read MoreAs we come to the end of the book of Ruth, I feel that I must emphasise the same things that was emphasised, was shown to me, as the true messages of Ruth were drawn out before me. Ruth and Boaz are image of the Church and Christ. Boaz’s protection of and commitment to Ruth…
Read MoreGeorge Matheson – ‘O love that wilt not let me go.’ O joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. Whilst light is not a prominent symbol in Ruth, Chapter three,…
Read MoreI am the girl who nobody knows. The one you’ll see, but barely notice at all. I am part of the background, insignificant even amongst the scenery. I won’t make a difference, not to you, to you it doesn’t matter that you’ll never know me. I am nobody. I am nothing. That, I fear, is how…
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The Lilies of the Field 