Feel A Little Less Alone
What I originally intended to be a three-week break turned into a ten-month hiatus. The last time I wrote to you was 13th July 2018 – I’m sorry. There have been times I’ve come to my computer or started to make notes, and not followed through. But here I am. 17th May 2019, and I’m back…I hope. [Click title to read more]
Grief is a funny thing. It completely flips everything on it's head. I’m lucky to have had to experience it only a small number of times. These last four weeks, I have experienced the most intense grief I’ve ever felt. There are things I have learned and truths I have been reminded of that I want to put on record. Things that I want to share with you for your own experience, but also as a reminder and comfort for my future self should the time come when I’m revisited by grief. [Click title to read more]
Two weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about friendship. I talked about Aaron and Hur in Exodus, holding up the hands of Moses when he grew tired, calling for the Aarons and Hurs of the world to step forward and be counted. In the days that followed, whether my friends knew it or not, whether they had read my blog post or not, I experienced deeper than I ever have before what it means to have an Aaron or Hur holding you up. When I hit the publish button on Friday 25th May, little did I know what the next 24 hours, and the subsequent days and weeks, would hold. [Click title to read more]
In last week’s blog, we looked at what it means to stand for something – to believe in something so much that you’re willing to fall, even die, for it. This week, I’d like to follow that up by exploring how to take a stand. As we mentioned previously, taking a stand doesn’t necessarily mean shouting the other person down, or having a big fight. Not at all. You don’t have to be loud and aggressive to make a point. You can take a stand just as you are. Even the meek can take a stand that is powerfully gentle and sensitive, and yet have it make a difference. [Click title to read more]
I am a worrier. And I am an over-thinker. I’ve even been known to over-think about over-thinking. My mind, it seems, becomes most active at night. When I should be winding down to go to sleep, my mind starts to work overtime. I know for many my age, they are experiencing the same. If you’re older than me, I’m sure you’ll know better than I do, of worries that I am yet to experience. Could it be that by giving way to worry, we are adding unnecessary stress to our lives? That instead of being warriors for God, we are worriers? [Click title to read more]
I am in a period of waiting. I struggle to remember when I wasn’t waiting for something. You might be waiting too. Like me, you might be waiting for direction, for friendship, for the next step. But that next step never comes. You’re in as much confusion as you were yesterday, and absolutely none the wiser to what you’re supposed to do next. [Click title to read more]
I’m twenty-three and single. I’ve never dated, which means I’ve never had to go through a break-up. So, what could I possibly know about being broken-hearted? [Click title to read more]
Letters From A Pastor's Kid 