God’s dream for us and for our children (PLUS retreat announcement, and book giveaway!)

you wouldn’t know it for the lack of flowers or perfume or jewellery, but my husband is a romantic, and two nights ago he grabbed my hand and my glasses and pulled me outside. he led me to the trampoline where he’d laid out our pillows, and our...

imperfect prose on thursdays: when you fight to illuminate hope

I am tired and too delicate for this world. It all seems to fly at me at once today, an assault of worldly concerns and it feels like just too much and I whisper for Jesus to come and come soon and all the while I feel like a hopeless lunatic just waving my arms as...