We wear our years of trying to conceive as a badge of honour, proudly displaying to our fellow infertility comrades for how long we have endured the hardship; keen that none should forget how deep the scars run, how much we have sacrificed, and for how many months or years our arms have remained empty. … Continue reading Badges of Honour
The journey out of grief is a sticky one. Grief takes time. There's no quick fix. No shortcut. No getting around it. If I can pass on any pearls of wisdom in dealing with the tricky stuff of life it's to reach out, reach out, reach out. I unashamedly lean in hard to the faith … Continue reading I am not Saint Helena!
"I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. … Continue reading He will live with them