There’s more than one way to do it…

I went to a church once that was really Not My Thing. The service had songs I couldn’t connect with, a simplistic, dry sort of preach which left me rather irritated and to cap it all, a style of service so alien, I didn’t know if I was standing up or sitting down. To be honest,…

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A little bit of a spooky story…

I believe in the supernatural. I believe God can heal, that angels are real and that God hears us when we pray. I might as well admit it and get that out there. After I scribbled the last blog (The first night I met him), I was chatting to my dad who said he’d smiled…

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The first night I met him…

I’ll always remember the first time I met him. It’s hard to forget. I was only small (maybe 4 or 5) and I’d woken up in the middle of the night, really thirsty.  There was a soft, warm glow of light shining under my bedroom door, coming from downstairs and so (ever the explorer) I…

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Thunder and lightning….very, very frightening…

So on Monday, I’m off to the London premier of ‘Noah’ – a film that’s caused quite a storm of controversy, especially in the US. I’ll reserve judgement/review until I’ve seen it, but let’s just say, I’m (so far!) looking forward to seeing what Hollywood will do to one of my favourite Sunday School stories.…

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We don’t keep secrets…

So, thanks to my friend/colleague (Frolleague??) Berni Dymet, I read a blog post this week on the subject of bullying. It was the story of Peter Pilt, a man whose family has experienced cyber-bullying, and in the post, he chatted pretty honestly about how they handled it together as a family. There’s been some awful,…

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Baby steps and sloppy kisses

Last weekend, I got to hang out with my godson. He’s nearly one, is taking his first few steps and cutest of all, his mum is teaching him how to give kisses and cuddles. He hasn’t quite mastered kisses yet…he makes ‘O’ shapes with his mouth and sort of smudges your cheek with a goldfish-mouth.…

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The thin girl within…

This afternoon I was having a bit of a clear out and came across some old photos; photos I’d prefer never saw the light of day again…specifically, photos of me in days past, heavier, fatter, unhappier. They say that every woman has an inner fat girl trying to fight her way out. In my student…

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Lessons from a naked statue…

Last year, we drove out to Crosby Beach to see the Antony Gormley exhibition, ‘Another Place’. If you haven’t seen it;  it’s basically 100 solid iron dude statues, dotted along the beach, all staring out to Sea, to ‘Another place’. The sculptor himself said;  “The seaside is a good place to do this….these artforms are no heroes, no…

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4.30 wake-up call

I was awake at 4.30am today (cheers jet-lag!) and as I was also (oddly!) full of energy, I grabbed a coffee and plonked self in front of the big window, to watch the sun come up at 6.20. The most beautiful sunrise I ever saw, was in Uganda about 8 years ago. We were there…

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Prayer….a weird and wonderful thing

A weird and wonderful sort of thing happened to me this week. I’m on holiday and I’m staying with some friends in a top secret, undisclosed location (sorry, hardly a State secret, I just always wanted to say that!!) But, I’m loving the sun, the crickets chirping away, the relaxation and the mound of brilliant…

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