LIGHT IN THE WAKE OF A STORM The rain fell so hard today that the earth felt like it might wash away in one long flood of tears but when the dark lifted and the thunder drum gave up it’s final roll the last word belonged to the light for in the wake of the…
Tag: Moments
Loved.
Loved. ‘Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.’ 1 John 4:8 ‘We love because he first loved us’ 1 John 4:19 ‘love one another as I have loved you’ John 13:34 Read: Genesis 1:26-28 and 2:18-24 Some sickness is easy to diagnose, like blotches on skin or a fevered brow. …
God. Is. With. Us.
I love Christmas. The carols, the wonder, the traditions, the too-much-food-only-eaten-once-a-year. It is the time of year I most miss being with my family, the time when living over seas is most costly, not in money but in feeling, the feeling that comes when you are surrounded by those who know and love you most….
Imperfectly, Beautiful, Messy, Wonderful
There is a castle in my daughters bedroom towering over her toys. This castle began as a modest cardboard soy milk crate when my daughter was four years old and over the next four years was added to, and added to until it became a palatial expanse with cream painted walls and gold topped turrets;…
Human Eyes
A single moment passes so quickly, yet can change a life forever. I was in the back seat of our family car. I watched the world from here a lot in my early years. I used to love long car rides, the passing scenery mingling with my day-dreams, the open Australian sky, presiding over cities,…
A Small Corner in the Sun
One of the places I love most in all the world is here in Jamaica, in the small corner in the sun where the river meets the sea at Frenchman’s Cove. This is a place awash with memories of family moments. It is also the place where my four year old son first learned to…
The Human Moment
I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…
