Ruth Writes

A room of one’s own

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  • #nofilter

    Usually when people use the #nofilterneeded it’s because the picture is perfect without any enhancement.

  • The void

    This past year has been a time of learning new skills, getting used to staring at a screen or looking down a camera lens. It has felt like launching our talks, prayers, thoughts, even ourselves, into an empty void.

  • In need of

    A boost. Most days I feel like Mr Smallwood in Bleak House who tells his daughter repeatedly, ‘shake me up Judy’. Most days it seems that my energy connection has been pulled out. Most days I need back-up.

  • Your root self

    I’m reading Matt Haig’s The Midnight Library at the minute and there’s one phrase that has stuck with me: the main character always holds onto or returns to her ‘root self’.

  • Better than a grand gesture

    As the flurry of preparing for Mother’s Day rose and subsided, I stopped to think about it; what gift can be bought for someone who has lived, sacrificed for and defended us our whole life?

  • There’s another in the fire.

    For many years now, I’ve been reassured by the Bible story of Daniel’s friends, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. They had an incredibly tough time, getting thrown into a blazing furnace. Before that happened, they said that they believed God would rescue them but even if he does not they would still believe. That even if…

  • Sometimes the cake

    Turns out just fine. I don’t know about you, but I set out every day expecting things to go wrong. And then I can say ‘I knew that would happen’ or ‘of course’ or, worst of all, ‘I told you so.’ How Eeyore of me.

  • The Lost Things

    Almost a year ago, I introduced you to my book, The Lost Things. Some were interested enough to get monthly instalments of the story. That’s done now, so I’ve released the entire book on Amazon for you all. While a tantalising chapter with a cliffhanger ending might do it for some, I have learnt that…

  • Sometimes it’s the imperfect things

    That tell the most interesting stories.

  • Like little pieces of the sky

    I was listening to Rich Mullins at the weekend for the first time in years. One of his lyrics registered with me, ‘So may peace rain down from HeavenLike little pieces of the skyLittle keepers of the promiseFalling on these souls, the drought has dried’.