Why Make Monday Blue?
We talk about Blue Monday as if it’s a given, as if Mondays are meant to feel tough. Let me ask you something: can you remember when you started thinking of Monday as blue, or when you made it your…
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When Good Intentions Are Not Enough
Please allow me to write as if I am having a conversation with you. Lately, I have been sitting with a difficult thought: that our hearts can be in the right place, and yet things and people can still be…
Born Into Dependence, Again.
Born Into Dependence, Again. One of the hardest things I have had to unlearn is the expectation that someone will always be there with me – and more imprisoning still, there for me – whether in guidance, help, provision, or…
The High Cost of Free Time
A thought crossed my mind, and I decided to follow it. There may be something to it, or nothing there at all. But I just wanted to share it with you before Q2 kicks in fully. I’ve been quiet on…
Same Body. Same Face. Different Man.
Same Body. Same Face. Different Man. There are many encounters in life that are just simple. You see someone, you recognise them, and maybe you greet them. The moment moves without strain because the mind and memory agree. There is…
When Hope Meets Grace
There are lives that move in straight lines, and then there are lives that must be broken open before they can become whole. Mine has been the second kind. There was a time when I thought certain things only became…
Nothing is new under the sun.
I had a moment recently that I think many people who are building anything ‘from scratch’ eventually face. That statement contradicts the title. Doesn’t it? I know 🙂 But journey with me. So, I was doing research: listening, reading, trying…
Words Build Worlds
Words are not cheap. They’re creative power. A statement can name someone into strength… or shrink them into silence. Words can turn a home into a refuge or a battlefield. Words can build a culture of courage or of fear.…
Less Me. More You. 🤲
For the last twelve months or so, I’ve been building. Or, if I’m being honest, as I sit here in my workshop, I’ve mostly just been stacking weight. When I first received the vision of Omosa – through one of…
The Foundry
Every 2nd Thursday, we gather because every steward who builds something of eternal weight knows the reality of the dark. If you look closely at the blueprint of any lasting legacy, you will almost always find a valley. A wilderness.…