It happened when the kids were tiny – wee on the living room rug, sick on the sofa, poo in the corner (don’t ask), scribbles on the wallpaper, rips on their books.  And I don’t recall being that upset about it.  Maybe I was, and I just can’t remember.  It’s like when I used to…

Last night I read something my grandfather had written many years ago, and it confirmed a pre-occupation I’ve had for some time.  Reflecting on the healing of the man beside the pool of Siloam he wrote, ‘I look for God’s power in the smashing of the nations,  I see it in Your healing of the…

I never thought I’d be back in this place – waiting for a moment’s peace, a foot of space, a chance to sit down.  But it’s happening again.  The children are at school, my chores are done, I have the laptop in front of me.  So, what’s different? She’s wet, nippy, always close to my…

What’s this?  I’m posting my blog on a Tuesday, not my usual Monday.  Crikey. In fact, it’s a deliberate break from the same-old, same-old nature of my life.  Yesterday, as I was summing up my morning to someone, I stopped and looked at the text.  It was the same as nearly all the others.  I…

That must be one of my favourite speeches ever; the one that Sydney Carton makes in A Tale of Two Cities before he is killed.  My heart always lifts with the promise that the drudgery of this life will be left behind forever.  I love the idea of eternal rest when most days I’m plain…

and mean what you say.  I’ve no idea who first coined that phrase but it is one that rings around my mind a lot. Not that I do it, as my bad haircut will testify.  I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to convince myself that I meant it when I said the words I…

I discovered, not for the first time, that listening to somebody can benefit you as much as them (depending on what they’re talking about of course) .  Yesterday I was teetering on the edge of tears, and I had the sense to ask the person next to me how things were with them.  All of…

is still too much for most of us as we face an Everest of tasks – whether it’s simply a full washing machine, a counter filled with groceries needing put away, a house crying out to be hoovered, or, as for many, an overflowing in-box, an ever-growing list of tasks handed to us by the…

but I haven’t laughed as much in a long time.  It was my dad’s 80th, and we’d all gone to a four star hotel to celebrate for a night.  Mum treated all the girls to an afternoon at the spa, which was lovely.  But sadly being paired with my big sister was a recipe for…