Winter sunlight streamed through old wooden windows onto the kitchen island around which we gathered. Farmhouse vibes in this church hall kitchen. Aprons on, to learn the art of breadmaking.  Warm water, the right yeast. Mix. Let it rest. Add salt and flour. And then the mixing and the kneading begins. Seeing our raw… Continue reading Process

We’ve been a household fighting the winter bugs recently. From the oldest right down to the youngest. And as typical it seems to be worse for everyone at night. The teenager woke me up, not so much to help, as wasn’t much I could do, but to not feel alone in his sickness. My seven… Continue reading Seen

As a child I loved Scratch art. When we'd randomly fill a piece of paper with different colours and cover it with black wax crayon. Then we'd scratch drawings from the black revealing the colour beneath. It’s got a lot more sophisticated today - pre-coloured and ready to scratch! In hard times, in challenging and… Continue reading Scratch Art

To be honest, most of my days are spent at a rushed pace. Rushing out the door to work, the same at the end of the day. Hurrying to finish one more task before starting the next. But I caught a glimpse of this title across social media - going at the pace of shalom.… Continue reading The Pace of Shalom

Resurrection Sunday when we celebrate that Christ is risen! This is the day that hope stirs afresh. Knowing that Jesus has conquered even the seemingly unconquerable - death. Not even death can hold power over us. Each time today that we declared “Christ is Risen! He is risen indeed!“ my spirit stirred anew with resurrected… Continue reading Christ is risen!

After the intensity, the heartbreak of Good Friday. The commotion of crowds watching the Crucifixion, the brutality and violence, Easter Saturday must have been eerily quiet in its stillness. In the aftermath, the sun still rising, people going about their daily lives must have felt jarring. Heaven was silent. No signs and the disciples left… Continue reading The sound of silence

Holy Week is such a journey of extremes. And while it starts the with the exuberance and praise of a crowd welcoming their King, the week quickly takes a brutal turn. Betrayal and violence, pain and death take centre stage. It’s tempting to rush through to Easter Sunday, to the triumph of life over death,… Continue reading The Hardest Day

Christmas is when God broke through. He broke through the silence that had lasted centuries. He broke through the impossible, to make a way home for us. The birth of Jesus brought hope to the world. Light where there was none. His birth of Jesus was the fulfilment of God’s promise of a Messiah. Through… Continue reading Christmas

For many feeling “christmassy” begins with the start of annual Christmas traditions. Advent calendars, visits to Santa or seeing Christmas lights. Christmas music and the tree going up and decorated. Favourite foods only experienced at Christmas time. If there is anything that makes me instantly feel in the Christmas spirit, it is belting out the… Continue reading Nostalgia

The other night my eleven year old told me that he loved me. He said after, “my heart just felt like I needed to say it.” Such a lovely spontaneous moment and thing for a mum to hear! It made me think too, that God must love to hear the same. To hear us say… Continue reading My heart needed to say it…