Last week was my birthday. I turned 35. Three years ago I knew I would be celebrating this birthday in a new home. I remember working out dates in my mind, realising how old I would be when Dave finished vicar training and we’d move to begin work in a church. I remember the impatience of having to wait a…
Being a bit of an extrovert (read that as a raging extrovert) I quite enjoy meeting people. However, whether it is my age or something else, I have begun to really struggle with small talk. Let me give you an example. I was at a party not long ago and after the initial introductions to a very pleasant lady we…
Recently, I went on holiday with my oldest friend. You know the kind of friend, the one who is really like a sister, well, you bicker like sisters at least. I never thought I’d say this but one of the highlights of the trip for me was the soundtrack. The best of Dolly Parton. My BFF decided that we should…
Today I’ve been thinking about a Christian celeb by the name of Vicky Beeching who came out as gay in a national newspaper this morning. It got me thinking not because it’s unusual but because it’s so very usual. The life she had been living prior to today sounds like hell. She lived one life and felt another. It was…
Today marks nine years of marriage to my beloved bride. I could fill a book with thoughts and feelings dedicated to the remarkable woman who bounded down the aisle before the music had chance to play on 13th August 2005 and kickstarted the biggest adventure of my life so far with vows, rings and barbecue and a bouncy castle. But…
Apparently, the best way to survive a fall from a great height is to spread your arms, close your eyes, and relax your whole body. Yesterday I asked some ladies from church to pray for me. I asked them to pray for healing. I asked them to pray for a family for us. As they prayed, I held out my…
In June, Saltwater and Honey turned a year old. Where has the time gone, eh? A dream of an idea became a reality. From darkness came light. There are few other things in my life which fill me with more pride than being a part of this project. I’m a big fan of looking back and reminiscing about good times,…
Saying sorry is really hard. It is not something I’m good at. It is not something I do often. I’m really good at thinking I’m right. All the time. In our home it has become a bit of a joke – “Can you even say the word?” And I’m worried I can’t. Because sorry means I did something wrong. It…
Recently I’ve been baffled. I discovered that some of my nearest and dearest think I’m strong. This is certainly not a word I would associate with myself. Ultimately, I’d be fooling you all if I claimed I was a strong person; I cry {a lot} I get angry, with small trivial things & massive life changing things I find it…
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…