Memoir of a time in a town: Blue, yellow, red


March 2018

My heart is breaking.

I am going to miss this place so very much.

These big blue skies. A massive happy expanse stretched out high above, day by day. Bright, brilliant and blue. So very blue.

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Memoir of a time in a town: A parched land


September 2017

The winter here seems so long; the ground so dry and bleached.
I am not used staring at yellowed grass and dormant plants for so many months on end.

I suppose it is no coincidence that, in this harsher landscape, I have first seen and felt the harsher side of life.

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Memoir of a time in a town: Flourishing



(A six part series on our recent time in the country)

February 2017

This town has been a refuge: a place to stop and be; a place to grow and gain bearings; to be reconciled to God and to each other; paving the way for new beginnings.

It hasn’t looked like that: day-to-day it’s just been a long, hard slog. Sickness, injury, infertility, isolation.

And yet, here, in this strange hideaway, here we have not diminished but truly, we have grown.

Though it feels as if we have failed – again and again – there is an undeniable prevailing and potential perhaps for flourishing here, yes, even flourishing. For, God’s Holy Spirit is remarkable, to be sure!