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Living in the desert (A Praying Life)

How do you respond when the reality of your life is so different from your hope? Miller argues that Christians are to be different – it is possible to thrive in the desert, in the tension, pain and mystery, because God is with us. We see the huge chasm between hope and reality, and somehow walk in the middle. Prayer is the key to survival when you are in the desert.

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What I’m Into (Jul 2014)

Jon had prepped the boy before the service by explaining what would happen: white dress, songs, vows, rings, and that there was a part in the service where the whole congregation would join in. “When the minister asks, ‘will you, the friends and family support them…’ that’s when you say ‘we will’, as loudly as possible,” he told the boy. These proved to be fateful instructions.

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I am from {She loves synchroblog}

I am in the middle of a few days of feeling completely wiped, but this synchroblog from She Loves magazine was too irresistible, so I have indulged in some gentle therapeutic writing, to give you an idea of my family background. The template can be found here – try it, it’s fun!   I’m from […]

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On penguins and parenting

It had been about four months since our lives had been irreparably split open and we were on the sofa together, watching TV.   It had been four months since I gave birth, since the exertion of labour tipped my illness into ‘severe’, since the world outside had become closed to me; friendships paused, visits […]

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Not right now

I was going to write a (slightly overdue) supercool Blogoversary post. But I can’t do that right now.   At some point I shall probably write about my experience this week of being rushed to A and E (Emergency Room) in a cool ambulance while they tried to work out if I was having a […]

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One Book

What is your favourite book?   I remember ‘Each Peach, Pear, Plum’ – the first book I carried home from school on the bus at the age of five. I left it on the bus and there was no end to my distraught tears. I loved it because it had a whole cast of characters […]

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On becoming an honorary introvert

I have a confession: I am an extravert. Let me paint you a picture of a typical dinner with friends at our house.   My introvert husband gets the dinner ready. I say, ‘Now, don’t just stay silent the whole time like you usually do, you need to make an effort.’ Jon reluctantly acquiesces. Then […]

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Halfway up the stairs

I remember sitting on the stairs, halfway up the stairs, in my childhood home. In a family that was bouncy and exuberant, full of colour and noise, it was important to me to spend some time half-way up.   There I would sit, bony knees touching my chin, hand resting on the white paint of […]

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