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
Satan whispers, “Don’t worry about that sin, that pattern, that temptation. It’s no big deal.’ Then when you fall for it, he shouts, “You’ve blown it! What a wretch you are! God won’t want to hear from you now, not for another fortnight at least. Not till you’ve made it all better.” But you can’t make it better. And the whispers start again. … ‘Stuck eh? Well what do you expect? Sin is in your genes – unavoidable, no matter how …Read More
My alarm rings and I’m up like a shot. Well, a slow shot. I’m excited about the day ahead and the challenges that God has in store. I’m confident of His goodness, open to His leading and flexible enough to roll with whatever He has planned. It’s gonna be a glorious day. … The alarm really goes off and this time I’m not dreaming. I crawl out of bed, croaking for caffeine. I’m daunted by the day ahead and all …Read More
