I go to church every Sunday, but today I didn’t go. I didn’t go this time last year either, or the year before. I have friends who go to church every Sunday but have chosen to stay at home today. I know people who have lost children who won’t go to church today. I know people who have are single…

Waiting is hard. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for Christmas. Waiting for time off work. Waiting for lie-ins. Waiting for the turkey to roast. Waiting for family to arrive. Waiting for your dad to wake up from his post-dinner nap on the sofa. Waiting. As I learn more about the Anglican Church calendar – doing my bit as a future vicar’s wife….

It hits me suddenly, straight to my heart, then there’s that sick feeling when the room is spinning and finally a lingering sadness hovering over me, shrouding each conversation until I leave. I drive home, alone, venting my anger at any driver or cyclist who doesn’t adhere to the highway code and any traffic light daring to turn red. When…

As I sit here, my toes sliding into the sand, the warmth of the sun on my face and the gentle rolling waves playing in the background as the soundtrack to my day, a tear rolls down my cheek. I realise that I am alone and that I really do need to face the reality of what has happened. As…