Hope is beginng to dance. I notice a light shadow beginning to flicker. I look upwards and my eyes look down the path into a place called the future. I can begin to see hope dancing. It’s moving through the days and everywhere it touches turns to gold. It leaves a trail of glitter and [...]

I just got a text from my son and his sweet wife saying they were at a London station waiting to board the train to Paris. They are going to stay with Tim, the eldest son of our oldest friend. Oldest is not a measurement of his age but a good description of the length [...]

I turn, catch my breath in the wind and pause. My heart is beating fast, my lungs are full and hurting. My hands are white shaking, my legs are aching and weak . My eyes are watering , blurring and misting the landscape . I look backwards fearfully glancing at where I have come from. [...]

We were led with passion and purpose   We gathered some women, Like gathering in a small volunteer army. Each woman a different age, color, size and shape. Each one with a different story.   Each one valuable both to us and to God. Each one had to give something up to be there.   We [...]

“Get into the rhythm of autumn.” That’s what Starbucks is saying at the moment. Buy a pumpkin latte. The marketing people of Starbucks frequently speak out loud, what is going on inside of us. They come up with strap lines. It made me smile when I saw it printed on a poster this morning while [...]

This blog post is by Kathryn England, a good friend from Sheffield in the UK. She has some really poignant insights on Pilgrimage (the topic I’ve been writing about most recently) and the family. Hope you enjoy it!   ++++++++++++++++++   Interestingly, my thoughts on pilgrimage continue on from where Sally left us last month [...]

Pilgrimage. A journey. A return. As people, we love to do things that give us deposits in the boxes of memories. We often return to the places that lighten our hearts and help us connect with God. It may be a church building, a bench, or a beach. Each time is a kind of pilgrimage. [...]

I walk, quietly, my footsteps just touching and scuffing the hard surface I walk, looking down, hands pushed in pockets, fingers digging into the fleshy parts of my hand I walk, while hot salty tears tip onto the tops of my shoes I walk, with a heavy iron pressing my heart flat I walk, without [...]

Houses 4 Matthew 7 v 24 “therefore everyone who hears my words and puts them into practice is like a wise man who builds his house upon a rock ” Our house, my house. What is it built on ? What are we putting in it? The scripture in Matthew indicates to me that we [...]

HOUSES As you come through the front door of our house there, you will see 2 small ornamental houses on a shelf. One of these is a small white one like the houses found in ‘Bible times’ and just like the ones in the Bible story books my parents used to read to me. It [...]