Fingerprints premium
As I wiped fingerprints from the kitchen cupboard doors, I got to thinking about why they bother me—why I feel the need to remove them at all. I don’t always notice them; in the rush of food preparation and mealtimes, I have plenty of other things to think about. But if I’m paying attention and the light […]
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Am I missing something? premium
Last month my daughter and I drove over 3,000 kilometres to Adelaide and back, to attend a family celebration. We could have travelled by plane – again – and it would have taken less than two hours. And yet I longed to pass through, breathe in and hear the wide, brown land that we normally miss when we’re cruising […]
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February 13, 2016
New things for a new-ish year premium
Hello friends! In God’s great kindness, I have had time with my family this summer, a much-needed rest and the luxury of head space which has helped me to think prayerfully about priorities for the year. So I’m making some changes, planning new things and tweaking others along the way. • By the end of February, I will […]
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December 4, 2015
Quietly, one Sunday premium
It was after church one Sunday when she slipped quietly into the seat behind me. I sensed that she needed to speak, and to be heard, so I excused myself from conversation with others around me. She began with an apology for missing Bible study the previous week. She’d planned to let me know before our group met, […]
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November 13, 2015
Truth or fiction? premium
As a child I loved to lose myself in the imaginary worlds created by my favourite authors of children’s fiction. I didn’t need to travel anywhere; just by picking up a book and reading, turning the pages one by one, I discovered exotic places, long-ago eras and distinctive characters who had adventures, dilemmas and abilities […]
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Running on empty premium
The other day I drove to a friend’s house. She lives some distance from me and since it was a brisk shining day and I wasn’t running late, I chose to enjoy the warm light and the drama of capricious spring clouds darting across the sky, allowing my mind to slow down—to stop rushing. Somehow, this […]
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October 9, 2015
Mess, massage and metaphors premium
I don’t often have a massage, but I had one for an hour a few days ago. And as usual, I remembered why I should have them more often; somehow I always forget how quickly Harry finds everything that hurts. Harry is a middle-aged masseur who, while short of stature, is big on strength and he pushes, prods and probes […]
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September 24, 2015
Of capitals, books and gods premium
Occasionally I get paid to be a pedant. That’s pedant, not pendant. It means I get paid to notice small errors and inconsistencies in language usage that others don’t notice or aren’t bothered by; a useful habit for an editor, but an annoying one in just about every other way. Just ask my kids. If I were a […]
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September 18, 2015
Letters to Emma #6 premium
This is the sixth and final post in a series about grief and my experience of it after the death of my husband Paul 4½ years ago. Each post is written as a letter—a letter to Emma. I’ve done it this way for two reasons: visualising an audience of one has helped me to write about what […]
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