When life rains on you
The tide is out and the water lies perfectly still under the heavy, grey air, as if waiting, surrendered, for the blessing to be given. One drop and then another,…
A prickly waking
Curled unseen tight-packed glory whispers. Stretches. Bursts prickled grave clothes. She wakes thus to Love. Slowly. Spines tight-clung to her edges. 'Take off the grave clothes and let her go."…
What He whispers through the poppies
Today it's poppies that speak in their simple, extravagant beauty. Love: “the resolve to make the loved one great.” (J.I.Packer) His love is a love that weaves beauty into the…