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Telling the Old, Old Stories – in marriage and faith
This is what we do when we’re first in love – we gush about the stories of our love and make long lists of what we love about our beloved.
And when that love has gone on for many years – still, we tell the stories of our love.
We tell our love stories to remember our history, the path we forged alongside one another, the foundations and pillars that hold us together.
What are you waiting for? #thosewhowait Synchroblog
Details about the synchroblog and how to join in are below. Anyone can link up if you’ve written something on waiting. Alternatively, you can write a poem, like mine, based on what you’ve been waiting for all your life.
Tell Me a Story (Five Minute Friday #FMF)
Whenever I am despairing of life, it is the honesty of the Bible that saves me. I am that child again, looking into the eyes of the storyteller, stuck in the middle, but longing for that good ending I’m promised.
Announcement – Those Who Wait and Malcolm Down Publishing
Long story short: I sent him my book; he loved it, and on Friday I signed my first publishing contract! I’m overjoyed to officially announce that I’m partnering with Malcolm Down Publishing, who will publish Those Who Wait on Monday 16th October 2017.
Those Who Wait – Cover Reveal and 3 Announcements
So I commissioned the best artist I know (Jon Marlow, who happens to be married to me), and the best graphic designer I know, Laura Pasterfield (who happens to also be an ordained minister). They have captured the heart and feel of this book so well in this cover. Here it is:
God’s Endorsement (Five Minute Friday #FMF)
This is the only way to accept praise and criticism, especially of your work – with a light hand. Don’t swallow the opinions down: the good ones are too saccharine, the bad ones too bitter to digest. Hold them in your hand lightly.
Choose the Most Beautiful
I hoarded, as a child; I made collections. Stamps, candles, letters, memories.
As an adult I hoard memories, especially now I am chronically ill. When you are in the outside world, who knows when you can repeat the experience?
