I come from a very musical family. All my siblings and I play an instrument, if not two or three, and have done so since we were little. It’s something I’ll always be incredibly thankful to my parents for giving us the opportunity to do (and, yes Mum, for forcing us to practise). My main… Continue reading The Most Boring Piece of Music Ever (and why I love it)
I love reading the Young Adult genre. Sure, it’s aimed at people younger than me but so many of them are written in such a way that people of all ages can enjoy them. They’re stories of characters who are just coming out from under the umbrella of their parents and learning not only who… Continue reading Book Recommendations – Young Adult
I’m really good at being hard on myself. I think a lot of us probably are. My best is rarely good enough because I’m always wondering if somehow I could have given more/tried harder, even those days when I’m lying on the floor too exhausted to even get up. It never even occurred to me… Continue reading Give Yourself Some Grace
I grew up in church. I was seven days old the first time I went and attended every Sunday, usually more than once, from that point on. It didn’t take all that much thought. Sunday equals church. And I loved it. Then life changed, as it does. Among other things, I moved a fair distance away… Continue reading Why Bother with Church?
It’s funny the things God uses to teach us – little comments kids make, songs on the radio, a poignant line from a movie, pain. One of my biggest God-lessons lately has come from a cake. Yep, a cake. Last year’s birthday cake, to be exact. I cried my eyes out over this particular cake… Continue reading Cakes, Bakes and Expectations
Cereal is my friend in the mornings. School lunches are not. Not that I hate making lunches or anything but, well, between the nut-free rule cutting out my kids’ favorite spreads, the Queensland heat knocking out a bunch more options and plain fussiness knocking out the rest, finding something (read that as anything) to put in the… Continue reading Five Loaves, Two Fish and a Mom (who was probably sick of making lunches)
I never set out to be a writer. When I was asked as a child and all through my teens what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same – a missionary. I can’t remember exactly when God first planted that dream in my heart but I remember, vividly,… Continue reading 3 Things I’ve Learnt about God-Given Dreams