Dear Sebby, It’s been a wee while since I have written to you.  Probably since your birthday.  I know I should have written sooner. But I have not forgotten you. I think of you daily. Usually it brings a smile … Continue reading →

Today as I walked by the river, I saw a tree weeping He looked at me with big brown oval soulful eyes Lonely and isolated he stood slumped in a corner I questioned: What is missing from this Tree’s life? … Continue reading →

Do I have peace and joy today? On a changeable day, I ponder and wonder At how marvellous You are Never forsaking, always there, full of grace But angst and turmoil seem my daily battle Not much peace and joy … Continue reading →

Are you happy? I want to know… What brings you joy and peace? What is it that makes you feel alive? You ask me: Am I happy? I am happy when I am following my callin I am happy when … Continue reading →

Dear Life-Partner, I haven’t written in a while. I have moments where I write more than other days.  And it seems like I am going through a relatively quiet period where I am not writing as much as I would … Continue reading →

Have you ever noticed how life seems to speed up the older you get? I feel like I have so much to do, and yet there is so little time sometimes.  Its like a speedometer. So when I was one … Continue reading →

I feel very incompetent.. like suddenly I have become stupid and that’s a scary thought… a simple process does not click with my brain and I am sitting there unable to see what the problem is. I feel like I … Continue reading →

I start working tomorrow after nine months of not working.  I wasn’t idle either.  But I wasn’t really working in an office environment. It was more working for the glory of God’s kingdom in the first part of my time-off … Continue reading →

My mind often wonders and marvels at life’s issues.  Well. If we can say that life has issues.  I used to question who I am. What is the purpose of my existence? Why was I chosen to live just over … Continue reading →

Nine years on – I am a broken woman fragmented back together, I bare my scars.  I live to tell my battle wounds.  My emotional wounds.  When I moved to the UK for the first time I was stupid and … Continue reading →