Ruth Clemence

writer & blogger

Tag: Jesus Christ

  • Take The Plunge, Friend! :-)

    Flicking through the news headlines on a smart phone, or scrolling through my Twitter feed, I come across a world that has access to an unprecedented level of information like never before. We have an ability to write a tweet, a Facebook status or a blog post and it can…

  • 50 Ways To Live Life To The Full…?

    Do you think you are living life to the full? How do we determine what factors contribute to us living a ‘full’ life? According to an article in the Daily Mirror, there are 50 steps to happiness. A spokesman for the research stated that the experiences we have and our…

  • The ‘F’ Word

    Is Ruth really going to write about the ‘F’ word? She really isn’t that good, saintly Christian we depicted her as! What an awful choice of word! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Wash your mouth out with soap! Christians shouldn’t swear! Have you repented? Friends, I am…

  • Blogging or Flogging: When Did Blogging Become a Crime?

    As a blogger and a writer, I cannot help but feel a little on edge at the rise in violence against bloggers and writers who exercise their human right of freedom of speech. I write about my Christian faith and I have the freedom to do that – at the…

  • Grace in the Incision

    I had an operation today. It was a minor day operation under general anesthetic. I feel pretty tired, but I didn’t sleep very well last night. This is the third operation that I have had and it’s not pretty. Basically, I have had a pilonidal sinus that has kept getting…

  • Choosing Good News

    Is anyone else in disbelief, shock and sadness at the persecution and suffering of those being afflicted by terrorists at the moment? My heart actually aches. It grieves with those that have fallen at the hands of the wicked. It hurts alongside those that are mourning because of the imprisonment,…

  • Somewhere in the Middle

    All it takes is a trigger. One comment. A thought. An image. Sitting here on my own day after day I have become vulnerable, isolated, low. In these moments of my day, all it takes is a trigger. Then that familiar feeling of sadness and anxiety creeps in. Yesterday was…

  • Stars and Street Lights

    You know that expression ‘you can’t see the wood for the trees?’ Well, when I walked home the other night I came up with my own idiom (sort of). ‘You can’t see the stars for the street lights’ Laugh if you will. I suppose it does not make much sense…

  • Words

    For the first time in a long time, I have no words. But yet I am still compelled to write. I spent a good 45 minutes staring at an empty post which was eagerly anticipating my familiar tap of the keyboard. Today, no words would come. I started writing a…