There’s a word I’ve come to know more deeply over the years—lament. It’s a word we rarely use. It’s not the same as complaining. It’s not whining or despair. Lament is sacred space. It’s the act of telling the truth about pain and still, somehow, lifting it toward heaven. It’s the courage to say, “This… Continue reading Lament

Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry… Henry Hart Milman, 1827 Palm Sunday begins not with thunder or judgment, but with singing. From the dusty roads of Jerusalem to our sanctuaries today, the voices of many echo through time—shouting “Hosanna!” and laying down palm branches before the one who comes… Continue reading Ride on, ride on in majesty!

It’s that time of the year here, Autumn. It’s when I hear the sound of acorns falling from our tree. it is when our driveway and garden are strewn with hundreds of acorns. For me, this year, these falling acorns remind me of Lent. Lent is when we journey through the wilderness of our hearts,… Continue reading Fallen Acorns

Did you wake to the birds this morning? Soft sunlight filtering through the curtains? Or maybe, like me, you woke to something a little more… chaotic. They say parents of children with autism experience stress levels equivalent to combat soldiers. That might sound dramatic—until you wake to the garage door going up, the front door… Continue reading Redemption in the everyday – {Lent}

Recently Church has looked different to what we are used to. With Oscar’s sensory needs, he wasn’t coping, so at present one of us attends with the older boys and the other stays home with him. On Sunday, church for Sunday was different again. It wasn’t in a building with pews and a sermon from… Continue reading Communion of a coffee and a croissant

Sometimes, the journey of Lent toward Easter feels akin to the journey of the hobbits to Mordor—harsh, unrelenting, devoid of light. Life too can feel like this - a long road, the weight of it heavy. Like the barren lands of Mordor draining Frodo and Sam of their strength, we too can feel spent. Yet… Continue reading Your hope held me still

In an open letter to parents of neurodiverse children, the author wrote this: “To the parents still finding their way, still learning how to grieve and love in the same breath, still waking up every day to fight a battle no one else can see.” To grieve and love in the same breath. It is… Continue reading Grief & love in the same breath – {Lent}

Now there were some Greeks among those who were going up to worship at the feast; these then came to Philip, who was from Bethsaida of Galilee, and began to ask him, saying, "Sir, we wish to see Jesus."John 12:21 It’s the desire of so many people, to see Jesus, to His know His love… Continue reading Sir, we would see Jesus

What are the stories, the testimonies of your life, that when you retell them, you feel your own faith rising. That in the retelling of them you once again touch heaven? Your spirit is stirred as your mind remembers what the Lord has done. In Psalm 77:11 the psalmist declares, “I will remember the deeds… Continue reading Remember when…

The week had been one of those where emotions hit harder than usual: deflated, overwhelmed, stressed, and sad…It was heavy after the back to school meetings with his OT and his teacher. Once again, I found myself in the position of letting go of some of the dreams and hopes I had for him -… Continue reading Enough