A place to share my thoughts, struggles, experiences, reflections and, most importantly, my hope.
‘Why have I found favour in your eyes that you should take notice of me, a foreigner?’ – Ruth 2.10 ————————- With gentle eyes you took my fear, A candlelight you called me home, A single flame you held me near, In darkest hour your light shines near, I’ll never be alone. ——- Through broken…
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Footprints paved their way across the path, drawing together, all converging to one place. In sets of twos or threes, in families, or alone, they make their way towards the doorway, they make their way in. And here come together people from so many different walks of life, here come together people from such different…
Read MoreAnd in a sudden moment the voices changed. Once lone voices, interweaving yet singular, separate, they now became one. A single voice. A vast community singing the same words, reaching for the heavens in a multitude of notes and yet all caught on the same one. This was the voice of the church, of people…
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The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5 There I was, knelt on my knees, trying desperately to clean the black stain that was slowly embedding itself of the floor. It had happened in a moment, the flinch of my hand. With a quill in one hand…
Read MoreShe could feel the ache running through her body, could feel the weight of a mind starved from rest, and yet as she saw a light break the horizon she was reminded of greater things. She was reminded of greater things. She was reminded that though she be weak and merely human there was a…
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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 