I was at a park earlier and as I took in the autumn colours, the calming sound of the river, I somehow knew that this was important. Later on I put my driving licence in an envelope with a letter confirming I was no longer able to drive. At that moment, I thought about the beauty that I saw earlier and my need to hold on to that when I watch other things slipping away.

Life is full of loss, but can we celebrate what we still have? It’s so so difficult, but so important. The seasons change, the world still turns, the sun still rises and sets. You are still you, no matter what you have lost.

I love the idea that God provides all the wonders of His world to remind us that we are never empty handed. He places us in families so we are never alone.

It’s been over a week since I had that reminder and I am still struggling to embrace it. The joy of writing is that you can walk through every place, at any pace you wish, as whoever you want to be. Maybe that’s why I love fiction so much.

But, whatever your ability, your circumstances, God never changes. I hold onto that reality, despite the shifting sands of my life. Every time I’m in my wheelchair, I hope that the people around me see that the strength I live by, the Rock on which I stand, will never let them down. Life is never easy, but the faith I live by will always prevail. I have to believe that. Sometimes it is nearly impossible, but the truth always stands up when everything else falls. I hope you can believe that. I pray that you will.