Before I say the hard part, I want to say the true part: I’m grateful. Not “caption grateful.” Really grateful. I am grateful because in seasons like this, gratitude doesn’t leave, but it has a clandestine way of just fading…
A journal entry inspired by the Facebook clip below. Watch then read my thoughts… It’s a bold claim to make that those closest to us often struggle to support our growth. This message was striking enough to prompt deeper reflection…
Hey everyone, I hope you’re all doing well and finding spaces to serve and grow wherever you are planted today. As you know, we’re always looking for new ways to steward what we have. Recently, I’ve been exploring the modern…
Hello there 🙂 You may remember that we dedicated February to love on this platform. Together, we explored the different loves – Philia, Eros, Storge, Pragma, Philautia, and Agape – and in doing so, we were reminded that love has…
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…
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. 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…
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. 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…
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…
