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Continue reading →: Two things can be true at the same timeWhen I was eight years old, our family moved to the US. For the next few years we travelled across the States (my parents were itinerant missionaries) before finally settling in San Francisco, California. When I was 12, we returned to the UK but around 11 years later, I was…
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Continue reading →: Beauty for ashes…a story of redemption.It’s been two years and five months since mum died and it’s taken us this long to decide how to scatter the ashes. As the days went by and a box of her earthly remains continued to keep its place on a (hopefully not dusty!) funeral director’s shelf, I felt…
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Continue reading →: When church goes wrong (and how we can fix it)I’ll always remember the heart-thumping anxiety and acidic nausea which swirled in my guts late one Saturday night as I hastily typed out a text. ‘I’m really sorry but I can’t make it tomorrow. We’ve got a bit of a family situation going on and I really need to be…
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Continue reading →: Beware of Christian scammers…A few months ago I watched the Tinder Swindler on Netflix. I sat there slack-jawed in horror at the incredible web of deceit one person was able to create. It seemed almost impossible to believe that anyone could fall for such outrageous lies but it reminded me of a few…
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Continue reading →: When your ‘no’ becomes a ‘yes’.March 17 2021 is a day that’ll probably always be etched on my heart. It was the day my mum unexpectedly went into cardiac arrest and died. I don’t remember much of that day as in the immediate aftermath, a weird fog of shock seemed to descend but I do…
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Continue reading →: Growing up in church…It was a cold, dark, starry night and I remember it clearly. I was a little girl being carried out of church draped over a shoulder, sleepy-eyed and being taken home ready to be turned into bed. It was our annual ‘convention’ at church which meant services every night for…
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Continue reading →: My mum went to heaven. This is her story.It was 9.05am (exactly) on Wednesday, March 17th (St Patrick’s Day) when my phone rang. I didn’t know then just how important that phone call would be. On the Sunday before, I had gone shopping with my mum. One of mum’s great joys has always been buying clothes and PJs…
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Continue reading →: When you’re being accused…Several years ago, I found myself in the middle of a battle that I didn’t ask for and certainly didn’t want. Without going into all the details, I found myself face-to-face with a ‘mud-slinger’ – the kind of person who (when they feel threatened) throws every accusation they can think…
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Continue reading →: Why are you standing there?Picture the scene: A group of friends had just been through the worst few months of their lives. They were tired, ragged, worn down, exhausted and yet also in complete shock and jubilation. Their best friend (who also just happened to be the Messiah) had been horrifically murdered by the…
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Continue reading →: Don’t be duped…In the late 1990s, I was living in the US and will never forget one sunny Sunday afternoon, chatting to a lovely pastor, who was full of grace and Godly wisdom. He also happened to be building a bunker in his backyard and was gradually transferring his life savings into…
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