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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These stories, that were a light to me in times of darkness, a friend in times of loneliness, have been given so much more meaning still, when I read them as a Christian. Yes, Harry Potter is a story about magic, but it is a story about love, sacrifice, life, death, friendship and hope. It…
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‘Prayer.’ It’s a big word, right? Maybe even a scary word? Perhaps we all have an idea of what it means, but maybe not quite how to approach it. As Christians, prayer is a vital part of our life. Prayer is a privilege. And yet we can find it so hard to pray, so hard…
Read MoreThe people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. – Isaiah 9:2 It was dark. Very dark. The darkest of darks. It was as if there was nothing there. The very air itself cast a black blanket around her. It surrounded her,…
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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Last Sunday I was baptised. It was wonderful, it was a truly special day. I was given the chance to share the good news of Jesus with some of those that I loved most and publicly proclaim my faith to my church. And more importantly unite myself with Jesus and acknowledge everything that my God has done…
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The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you. – Footprints, Anonymous Recently I have come to realise a sobering truth in my life. I am, as…
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…
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There I’m stood, waiting, in a crowd, a wide space open before us, a few women talk animatedly in the open. But we can’t hear everything they’re saying, and as their voices disappear a wave of quiet falls over us all. My friend turns to look the other way, I begin to follow her gaze…
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Postman’s Park contains series plaques commemorating people who have laid down their lives for someone else. It’s humbling to stand there and read of the ultimate sacrifice that these people made, more often than not for someone they did not know.
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The Lilies of the Field 