My parents done good. As one of the few who have first-hand experience of being raised by them, I stand by the truth of this statement. Yesterday marked a rather significant day in my life, one which was probably pretty memorable for my parents. So in honour of the fact that they have never given … More 22 Things My Parents Taught Me
This was never not going to be an awkward conversation girls. As a rule, I don’t really talk about dating and relationships but I was thinking back to a conversation with a friend in which we were joking about methods of shutdown that girls use and it made me realise that among all the myriad … More Building Up and Turning Down
You may not remember but about a year or so ago I wrote a post freaking out about a bunch of dizzy episodes I had, coupled with a frustrating lack of hearing. Well, praise God, it’s not Meniere’s syndrome. The downside is that I am still not allowed a dog but the upside is that … More Four Months With Dana
“He calls everyone brother, it’s so weird.” “I hardly know her and she calls me brother.” “I find it so weird that he calls people brother, we’re not American.” I’d never heard a man call another man brother in real life until a good few years after God brought my family into the Reformed church. … More In Defense of Brotherhood
There are a lot of memes going around about this year. Memes about this year going around, that is. Some of them are actually quite funny. No one can deny that it has been a rather peculiar year for everyone. So in light of all the sadness, strangeness, and semi-unexpected nonsense going on this year … More Onwards and Upwards
** Sorry that I haven’t written in a while, it’s been busy and I’m a little out of practice** My parents never intended us to end up in the church we belong to now. We went to visit and were unwittingly spellbound by a depth of teaching we’d never known to be possible. Sure, … More Why I Love the Church That Raised Me
One of the things I love about the genealogy of Jesus in Matthew is verse five. This random woman pops up, not even Jewish. Not only was she a gentile though, she was a prostitute originally too. But there she is in the family tree of the Messiah no less. Her name is Rahab.
Old women slammed doors on eternity. We paced the streets, handing out gems to the blind and deaf. The preacher raised his hands and called us to Christ. … More Real Life
I’m not a big one on lyric-sharing. There’s something so… I don’t know… girly? about it. The coffee drinking instagramming, I-can-play-three-chords-sorta kind of girly. But anyway. I wrote this and it’s in need of a little refinement. It has a tune and everything. So I though I would share it because music makes me feel … More Grace (a song)
I have a confession to make. I don’t want to say it out loud because then I have to admit that there is something going on. But I know fine well that I need to learn not to be so proud so here we are.