To Know Christ More • To Make Christ Known
When people ask what I do for a living, I have a bad habit of saying ‘I’m just a mum’. I even try to prepare myself to answer differently, but I always seem to sneak the ‘just’ in there. But there really is no ‘just’ about it. I am a mum. And it’s a very […]
Read MoreFiona is a dear friend and we have volunteered together on the Association of Christian Writers. Her encouragement and support during my pregnancy and in the following months of my son’s life have been so helpful. I caught up with her to find out more about her recently published book ‘The Diary of a (Trying […]
Read MoreIt was wonderful to speak to Dawn Holmes who wrote ‘Freed From Shame’, a book about addressing the stigma of mental illness in the church. I wrote a book review about her debut book here. She runs various talks and workshops with co-author Karen Todd – one of which was hosted by Bridge Books in Exeter. […]
Read MoreIn the culture that I live in, there are two questions that I have struggled to answer in recent years. I know that people don’t ask these questions to be malicious (I don’t think…), but these are common questions that get bounced around often in social circles. Let’s kick off with… ‘What do you do?’ […]
Read MoreSitting here at my nice new desk at home I feel like more of a professional writer somehow. I have a desk and everything. That’s pretty big stuff. However, actually getting down to writing something has become a struggle recently. I feel like there is a big chunk of nothingness in my mind and absolutely […]
Read More‘What if people think I’m nuts?’ I said. This was part of a conversation I had over Facebook Messenger with someone dear to me. She replied, ‘They thought Noah was nuts. They probably thought Moses was nuts. All the most awesome plans will have someone going….she’s nuts! You won’t know until you try!’ What was […]
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Sat at the keyboard, all I want to do is curl up in bed, pull the duvet up over my head and sleep. Before I fall asleep I would probably shed some tears. I cry – a lot. It’s part of me expressing that inward ache of deep sadness. Rather than yelling, I cry. Rather […]
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