Interview with TWR

By April 26, 2017 Blog

I did an interview with TWR which aired on Sunday. If you fancy a listen, click below: Image source Share…

Helping those who grieve

By April 18, 2017 Blog

let them choose how they want to express it. If they want to talk and talk and talk; fine. If they don’t want to; or need to try and move on, then that’s fine too. They have no control over losing their loved one; so let them handle this the way they need. don’t pretend it hasn’t happened. You don’t have to have perfect words; or even good ones. But acknowledge their loss and their pain. Speak to them if …Read More

Glemma Podcast

By April 11, 2017 Blog

Glen and I waffling about my new book, (part of a series called The Evangelist’s Podcast, where he interviews folks about their faith). Plus bonus material on the antibacterial merits of garlic.   Share…

Shame-less

By April 6, 2017 Blog

A few days ago, I was taking Ruby for a walk. It was mid-afternoon and she was building a tower of pebbles on the beach. My phone (which had been off all day), buzzed with an urgent question from my publisher. So I tapped out a two sentence reply. In the time it took me to type, Ruby ran behind me and tripped over the pebbles. It was my fault.  I’d taken my eyes off her and she could have been hurt. …Read More

New Book!

By March 29, 2017 Blog

When I first became a Christian, I expected that all of my issues would be straightened out and I’d be sorted. But they weren’t – and I’m not. Which made me ask, am I really a Christian? And if so, why am I still so messed up? That’s the theme of my second book, coming out in April.  It’s called ‘A New Day,’ and it’s for messy Christians.  People (like me), who struggle with hunger anxiety control shame anger and despair. As with A …Read More

Walking with the worried

By March 21, 2017 Blog

Over the years I’ve struggled with anxiety. At its worst, it’s paralysing, leaving me unable to think or move or breathe. Simple tasks feel fraught with danger and overwhelming significance.  Little tasks, like chores feel overwhelming. Ask me what’s wrong and I can’t explain. There’s a list of trivialities, but nothing to explain the sense that everything is breaking. So how can I help myself? And how can I (and others like me), be helped? Take me seriously: but not my fears. Anxiety is like a whirlpool …Read More

We will miss you

By March 13, 2017 Blog

We were drowning; and no-one knew what to do. The doctor said he couldn’t help. A pastor with more than 20 years of experience said ‘this is too much.’ We felt like giving up; like we’d gone beyond hope.  But where the experts failed; ordinary Christians stood in the gaps. Folks like Mike and Heather Ovey; our tutor and his wife. Week after week they invited us into their home and listened to us and prayed with us and made us feel …Read More

Project Justify-Me

By March 10, 2017 Blog

Guest post from Glen… Tuesday night, 11:30pm. After 5 hours at A&E, Emma and I were putting a screaming toddler to bed. The doorbell went. “Who could that be?” asked Emma. Somehow I knew. Clarity pierced through the cloud of tiredness, set-upon-ness, and noble sufferer-ness that I’d been nurturing all evening. Suddenly I realised I was guilty – of a crime that, without the doorbell, I’d have blithely ignored. But with the bell came instant conviction. And rest. You see, …Read More

What Lent means to me

By March 2, 2017 Blog

I have mixed feelings about Lent. Part of me wants to throw myself into it with super-human resolve. Part of me fears I’ll do exactly this. I have a long history of eating disorders, depression and perfectionism.  Ask me to fast for 40 days and I’ll do forty-one. Tell me to do 40 press-ups and I’ll do 400. I’m all about a certain kind of ‘self-restraint.’ But it’s nearly killed me. You’ll tell me, rightly, that this is not what …Read More

Gritty Love

By February 22, 2017 Blog

Real love is not in the grand gestures, the dazzling diamond or the flourish of flowers. It’s not a stunning white dress a first dance or a heart carved into wood. Real love is not wet-eyed sentiment; a puppy or a perfect child. It’s messy and painful; not scented or neat. Real love is wiping up Weetabix and changing dirty sheets. It’s a series of tiny moments a hand on the shoulder serving, even when you’re tired It’s a smile – but also a …Read More