There are times when life is a whirlwind and we are whirling within it. Our days had been full of flurry and preparation and whirlwind and now we sat, waiting.
How to Find Your Muse
I believe that I have a muse, and that she lives in the shower.
I fear that what I have just written may put me firmly in the category of those who are utterly insane, or those who are arrogant enough to believe the world should be hanging on their every word. Or – more simply – ‘writer’, which is a combination of the two.
What I’m Into (June 2015)
Most of June was about recovering from the Madness of May, focusing on Compassionate Britain, and I didn’t do as much writing as I would have liked. BUT – excitingly! – She Loves Magazine, a wonderful Christian magazine with a heart for social justice, asked me to be a regular contributor and join the esteemed ranks […]
Slowly, then all at once
The Kingdom of God is frustrating, mysterious, slow, inefficient.
A little lower than the angels
For the times when we despair of humanity and ourselves, and think, ‘we can’t do this’, it is a good reminder to do as the writer to the Hebrews instructed the first Christians: remember Jesus. At those times when we feel frustrated, we need to be reminded that we don’t see it yet. We don’t see the ending, when goodness and order will be restored and the earth will be as it should. But we do see Jesus.
Permission to Fail
Whenever you feel a burning desperation to change the world, my advice to you is to get sleep-deprived and weak. Be so weak that you know your dream is impossible, and you will probably fail. Be okay with that. Turn off the logic and the fear, and give yourself permission to fail.
Something is better than nothing. Do that something.
What I’m Into (May 2015)
The boy, despite the fact that he was fully clothed and the sand was still damp from the previous night’s rain, ran full-pelt onto the beach and then flung himself down entirely into the sand
Love is in a Midnight-Blue Towel
For us it was my unexpected neurological illness that turned our love upside down. If love languages were inflexible things, we would have been sunk.
