There’s a table in my apartment. It’s a picnic table turned dining table, painted blue and teal and pink. It was made by my husband and some church friends. There are names scribbled underneath it of those who have shared a meal around it, and just months after the table was made there are already… Continue reading Table, Tea & Hospitality
You’ve been taught over your lifetime that to be beautiful is to be the same. You’ve been taught that to deviate is to disappear from worthiness. You’ve been taught that your value is formed by the size of your waistline and the smoothness of your skin. You’ve been sold a lie for the sake of… Continue reading Beautiful You.
You, who has a voice that lingers in the back of your mind. You, who has echoes of words that wreaked havoc once upon a time still bouncing in the chasm of your consciousness. You, who has a weight to bear that you would wish upon no one else. You, who finds yourself dragged again… Continue reading Hope.
There are places that make your heart beat faster and your lips curl into a smile. It’s as though the joy and the memories are trying to take over and for that moment, you’re back to who and what you once were. Sussex Inlet is one of those places for me. There was an old… Continue reading The One Where He Asks a Question…
Each Wednesday this year I spend the evening at a church in the city. It’s a healing service. We sing, and we sermon, and we pray. We pray because we have a good father who loves us and who hears our cries for help and hears us even when we cannot find words to say.… Continue reading Sydney to Orlando
A sixteen year old girl with marks on her arms read some words late one night. They were posted on MySpace of all places, and reading them shaped so much of her life from then on. She was beginning to think that perhaps God was for her, not against her. She was beginning to consider… Continue reading To Write Love On Her Arms – Ten Years
Apparently I write on special days lately… But it’s international women’s day and here are some thoughts about church. “My dear,” he whispered gleefully as he leaned close to his daughter, “There are so many things you could be. You could explore the world and tell tales, you could raise a child to love as… Continue reading Oh, the things she could do!