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The Mustard Seed Mum: When Patience Runs Out
As I sit to write, someone decided now was a good time to pull out the world’s noisiest leaf blower. It’s like an outdoor vacuum cleaner. It’s irritating. It’s persistent. It’s loud. And it’s getting louder – still. How long is this noise going to disrupt the street? Not only…
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Ruth’s Roundup – October 2021
When I get a moment (they are few and far between, but few is still something, right?), I tuck into a book, read an article, come across a thought-provoking message and think, this needs to be shared. Ruth’s Roundup is a post released once a month where I will share…
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What does time with God look like?
What does time with God look like? How can we know Him? Over the years, I have been the queen of excuses regarding the time I intentionally spend with God. I’ve said ‘life is busy, I don’t understand what I’m reading in the Bible, I’m too tired, I’m distracted’ and…
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Is there hope in suffering?
I saw an Instagram post from a Christian I follow who has entered remission from a cancer that she had. Like me, she has a young child and has not had an easy time. However, she recently returned to work as a nurse and was very understandably happy to be…
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The Mustard Seed Mum: Leading By Example
Do you have someone that you look up to? Someone that you want to emulate in some way? For me, it’s my Mum. She has modelled for me what following Jesus looks like as a wife and mother, even in the hardest and most hopeless of circumstances. She was the…
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20 Years on from 9/11 – What Can We Do?
It’s been 20 years since the attacks on the World Trade Centres in New York. I had just turned 10 years old and I remember coming in the house after school to pictures of billowing smoke coming from the twin towers on the TV. Sirens sounding everywhere. Tears falling from…
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The Mustard Seed Mum: When Grief Catches Up With You
I cried in a café. It caught me completely off guard. But that’s grief for you. It turns up when it wants to with no warning – and apparently with no tissues. As I was waiting for my husband to finish ordering, I sat down at a table with some…
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