It’s ‘Five minute Friday’ time, joining with Lisa-Jo Baker. She gives us 1 word, we write for 5 minutes flat – no backtracking or editing, throwing caution to the wind. Check out others’ five-minute offerings by clicking on the button below. This is my best five minutes on ‘Focus’ I can feel the tiredness creeping […]
Archive | September, 2012
Tuesdays are for honesty
Drumroll please… Next Tuesday, 18 September, I will begin a new guest-post series on my blog, God and Suffering: Our Story. I am so excited! I have asked some friends to be courageous in sharing their own stories of suffering, weakness, struggle. They will be telling the truth of what it felt like to undergo […]
Paul, Prison and Paralympics
I watched the Olympics medal ceremony, feeling a little tearful alongside the winners. It is amazing to celebrate with those who have achieved their goal, who have succeeded, who have conquered. But I felt a bit sad as well, as I recalled some of the goals that I had had to leave behind because of […]
Bits’nBlogs #4
Who are the cheerleaders in your life? It’s been a while… but it’s back! I really value those who cheer me on in my life, and I thought I would quite like to be a cheerleader for some others too. So here is a selection of some of the best that I’ve come across lately. […]
Gratia Plena
It’s ‘Five minute Friday’ time, joining with Lisa-Jo Baker. She gives us 1 word, we write for 5 minutes flat – no backtracking or editing, throwing caution to the wind. Check out others’ five-minute offerings by clicking on the button below. This is my best five minutes on “Graceful”. I hate watching home movies of […]
Church, have mercy
We crawl down to the vulnerable, the dirty, the ones in society who aren’t like us, who make us feel a little uncomfortable, because Jesus descended far deeper than we can ever get our heads around. I read Luke, and made an amazing discovery that totally changed the way I think. I’m really excited […]
The day that changed my life
I was seventeen, and alone, crying uncontrollably in the corridor. And I went to my French lesson anyway. ******* It was the end of form period and the bell had just rung for the final lesson of the day. “Tanya, could you stay behind for a moment?” my form tutor asked. I nodded, surprised. I […]

