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When Your Teen Says “Mum, That Word is So Cringey”.
What do you do when your child finally asks the big questions… and your heart starts racing? Fifteen years ago, one Sunday sermon quietly convicted me in a way I’ve never forgotten. The pastor said we cannot simply “outsource” the hard conversations with our children. Yes, “it takes a village to raise a child” has…
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Can I Know God Personally – Even If You’ve Been a Christian for Years

Maybe you grew up in church the way Alex did. From Year 10 he was the reliable guy in the youth band – the one who turned up early every Friday night to set up the sound desk, tune the guitars, and make sure the click track was running smoothly. He coordinated the roster, encouraged…
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Losing My Title, Finding My Identity
What happens when you lose the titles that once defined you? For six years I stepped away from my career to raise our children and support my husband’s dream. This is the story of how God met me in my insecurity and taught me where my true identity lies. There was a season in my…
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A Mother’s Day Letter to My Daughters: Raising Arrows for God’s Kingdom
This Mother’s Day, my heart is grateful as I look at my three girls. Raising them is one of the greatest joys and most important callings God has given me. This letter is from my heart to theirs. A mother’s blessing, my prayers, and the things I long for them to remember always. Start children…
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What To Do When A “Godly” Person Isn’t

Sometimes the stories we hesitate to tell—the ones laced with disappointment, doubt, or quiet heartbreak—are the very ones God uses to light a path for someone else. When we open up about the times we trusted a spiritual leader only to feel let down, or the moments we questioned everything we once believed, we give…
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Overcoming Challenges: A Visit in the Quiet

One morning, after receiving a gentle referral from the care home staff, I walked down the corridor to visit an elderly resident who had been declining every activity offered—group sing-alongs, craft sessions, even short walks in the garden. They said she spent most days in her room, withdrawn and uninterested. I knocked softly and stepped…
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A poem : Held in the Quiet

When the questions rise like fog at dawn and answers stay wrapped in tomorrow’s hush,when your hands tremble empty of what they used to hold,and the heart whispers, “Lord, am I still useful at all?” Rest here, beloved.The One who spoke stars into placedoes not grow weary of your breathing.He gathers your sighs like scattered…

