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365 Today’s
(Scattered thoughts on approaching One, written around my son’s birthday) I can’t believe it’s been one year since you were born. A year ago you were kicking me repeatedly on the left rib. You did it so much it must have bruised it from the inside. 365 days ago I rubbed my cheek against yours… Continue reading
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Gospel hope for the ordinary moments, mostly with Steve Green
When our son was very little, a friend gave us a CD of Steve Green’s Hide ‘Em In Your Heart series. These are boppy tunes composed to help little ones remember God’s word and hide them in their hearts. Steve’s tunes can be heard in our household on the daily – in the car, while… Continue reading
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What life smells like
Scents collected throughout my days at home (or about)… What does your life smell like at the moment? Continue reading
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The Boredom in Motherhood
‘I hope you aren’t bored!’ That is what I hear a lot (and still do) when I mention that I am primarily a stay-at-home mum. I often don’t know what to say in response to that. I am certainly not more bored than I was when I was working a corporate job! This tells us… Continue reading
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The Sound of Music and the Gospel
The Sound of Music is hands-down my favourite musical of all time, not least because my grandad watched it with us at least once a week when we came back from nursery, resulting in an annoying recitation of well-loved dialogue any time we watched it again as a family. Recently, my husband got us tickets… Continue reading
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A re-start of sorts
An Addition. There has been a joyous addition to our family – our son who was born last year, just in to welcome spring. An addition that has pointed us heavenward for strength for each hour, he has stretched our capacity for patience, selflessness and self-discipline in ways that were much needed. A subject of… Continue reading
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The comfort of insignificance
I’ve always been drawn to little and inconsequential things – stories of ordinary people, not changing the world, nor going through any dramatic transition, just letting life and all its colourful ideas (or tragic happenstance) come and pass. I adore also the stories where more ink is spilled over the leaves, the petals, the soil,… Continue reading
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The Unhestitatingly Speedy Pace of Life
I sit on the train hurtling down the English countryside on our way down to London to visit family. Hurtling seems to be the word characterising my entire existence this season: hurried lunches wolfed down in between meetings and tasks, intensely deep conversations explored between two souls between the one-hour-limit of our appointment, plans scribbled… Continue reading
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Of a plate of Warm, Fresh Cookies
A certain weight in life can only be eased by a plate of fresh, warm cookies. Weight that multiplies in the cloud of anxiety, that entangles itself with hormones and tiredness and the yearning for the elusive “next thing”, that finds you balancing budgets and writing emails through hot tears. A sharp sting that intrudes… Continue reading
the migrant wife 