It is now a month since we attended the funeral for Lizzie’s Uncle Derek, who was eighty-three when he passed away. And that is where my past crashed into my present in the funniest of ways. It is just over fifty years ago that I started work having left school at the age of sixteen.Continue reading “When the past catches up with you”
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The Universal Need to Grieve
I’m assuming it must be my age, and I feel privileged to be trusted at such a fragile stage of life. Over the last week, I’ve had two blokes, mates, ask if they can talk to me about their own experiences of grief. I’m no expert – who is? But I’ve had to learn theContinue reading “The Universal Need to Grieve”
Grandma
[NOTE: This piece was written by Abi, our daughter, on the first anniversary of her Grandma, my Mum, passed away.] It took me years before I learnt that the beautiful pieces of art around the house were painted by my grandma. She was an artist, an aspect of her I don’t remember much of. AndContinue reading “Grandma”
Now and Forever
15.44. It was bitterly cold this morning when I ventured out for a walk. But the sun was out and the wind had dropped. The beach was crowded with runners – crazy people! But I was alone with my thoughts and with My Papa and that is always more than enough for me. We talkedContinue reading “Now and Forever”
The Beauty of Winter
Winter as a child was fun! Living on a farm had advantages, we would often get snowed in for days at a time, which meant no school. Winter as an adult is not quite so much fun. Living on the south coast we hardly get any snow and when we do it is invariably goneContinue reading “The Beauty of Winter”
The Repair Shop
Nestled deep in the British countryside is The Repair Shop, where a team of Britain’s most skilled and caring craftspeople rescue and resurrect items their owners thought were beyond saving. Together they transform priceless pieces of family history and bring loved, but broken treasures, and the memories they hold back to life. [Taken from theContinue reading “The Repair Shop”
Training My Eyes
One step, two steps… climb higher and higher. Sometimes it is easier to look down at your feet. Sometimes it is easier to focus on each individual step. You can’t see the top or where you’re going. But you know you will get there eventually. Sometimes one foot in front of the other is allContinue reading “Training My Eyes”
The Secret Place
Psalms 91.1: He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I am writing this at the start of the third week of the COVID19 lockdown here in the UK. For most of us, we are confined to quarters, only allowed out of our homesContinue reading “The Secret Place”
I saw… but now I see
I saw the cold, inflexible dryness of correct doctrine… now I see a God who will not be restricted by what I believe. I cannot believe that I settled for cold and dry for so long, when the warm rivers of relentless love have always been there. I saw the barrenness of religious duty andContinue reading “I saw… but now I see”
I thought you were joking!
I’m a bit slow. It had been about two years, maybe three or four times a year; phrases like, “Shall we become foster carers?” “We could do fostering.” Only this time the thought stuck and the penny dropped: “You’re serious, aren’t you? I thought you were joking!” And so began the exploration. I needed time.Continue reading “I thought you were joking!”
The Papa Journey 