Shoemakers and Shoes
I pushed hard against the peeling, painted door. As it opened, my senses were filled with wonderful odours … leather, shoe polish, oiled wood floors. Such a heady perfume could take my breath away.
Blogs
A Time for All Things
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Understanding the Trinity
Like many Christians, I’v had difficulty trying to comprehend the Trinity. The enormity of God fills me with awe.
“Cheers, God!”
Recently, my daughter has been toasting God. And I don’t like it.
Stick Envy
Check out the burning bush gig stick! Complete General Assembly reports. I love it. And I want one…
Faith in Action
I watched as the tiny spider at its end, without fear, spun itself down until it rested on a nearby chair. It was really faith in action.
The Burning Bush
Today, it’s still a great story, and one that easily makes its way into every Bible-stories-for-kids-at-bedtime storybook.
Reading
Reading these stories, you know that to be somewhere cosy and bright and with family is to be connected to a greater goodness. And sometimes that’s hard because the house is small and being a little sister and a big sister at the same time isn’t easy.
Mental Health Nursing
The mind is a curious thing and I was learning fascinating things about it. But the practical aspects of the job were a far greater learning experience.
A Volunteer’s Vigil
We waited together…
Waiting for time to stop.
Happy Mother’s Day
Memory loss is everywhere these days. Culturally, we seem fascinated with it. It’s like a Rubik’s cube that we keep picking up, not really expecting to solve it but playing with it nonetheless because it’s so intriguing.
Second Wind
I grinned as my eyes slid over the old photo of us, grubby but smiling, sitting around the campfire at the end of the climb. We’d been so young and full of enthusiasm. I’d learned something special that day; something that has stood by me through the years.
One Mummy Blogger Sitting in a Pew
I want to consider parenting as a spiritual practice. Not because parenting is purer or more sacred or less worldly than other activities, but because it is so consistently messy.
Pentecost
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Double Wedding
The dark-haired young man with his grandpa’s blue eyes turned and kissed his lovely bride.
My heart stopped. This was a reenactment of a wedding 25 years earlier.
Faith Farming
One of my earliest memories is of arguing with some girlfriends during the war years. They insisted that God didn’t like the Germans.
The Parable of the Lost Sock
Our first winter in an RV park in the States was a unique experience. There is a lot of “togetherness” in an RV. Living in about 200 square feet of space was cozy, and with neighbours almost on your doorstep many previous personal experiences were now shared with strangers.
A Rose Remembered
“I’m sorry but we’re going south … it’s your turn to look after Mom now.” With those words our lives changed considerably.
What is so good about Good Friday?
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A Childhood Bible
I gently lift my old Bible out of a musty storage box. Its top cover is loose so I’m careful. It holds a lot of memories. Inside it says: “Given to Patsy from Mother”, December 25, 1944. On the inside first page in fading pencil is written: “BA 1951 .”