Easter Sunday: Grace for the Fearful

So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples.Suddenly Jesus met them. “Greetings,” he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him.Then Jesus said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see … Continue reading Easter Sunday: Grace for the Fearful

grace and space

This year I posed a very bold question over my year. 'Fear or faith?' As has happened every year, unexpected words have attached themselves to these words. And I have been very surprised to how these two much more gentle words have grown stronger in me ... 'grace and space'. My need for space is becoming ever more apparent … Continue reading grace and space

on holidays, stitches and the brutiful life

The girls go back to school tomorrow, and mentally I am preparing myself for the school gate question, 'How was your holidays?' Because my answer is something like this, 'Beautiful and scary, peaceful and stressful, idyllic and insane.' For the first week was spent at an idyllic location where we explored and enjoyed our time together as … Continue reading on holidays, stitches and the brutiful life

on Mary Oliver, regrets, and guarantees

I have placed the words "fear or faith" over my year. Then I have worked all year on choosing faith. Time and again choosing faith. Situation after situation choosing faith. But there are no guarantees, you know. That the faith that you have chosen won't lead to failure. There are no guarantees that you won't fall flat on … Continue reading on Mary Oliver, regrets, and guarantees