A little under a year ago I sat on top of a hill looking out over the surrounding Ugandan towns and villages, and cried with the weight of all I’d seen and heard in the last two and a half weeks. My mind thought back to the incredible leaders and visionaries I’d met and listened…
I read Micha Boyett’s new book Found: A Story of Questions, Grace, and Everyday Prayer in just under two weeks, when Cara came to stay carrying an advanced copy with her, and graciously let me borrow it from her before she’d finished so that I could soak up the words. I took pages of notes…
I had lunch recently with a lovely friend who goes to our church and is in a minority. Ours is an international church so in many ways we’re so wonderfully diverse. But we’re also mostly white, mostly straight and mostly well-off. And so I sat and listened hard. Because I wanted to hear what it…
My whole life I’m surrounded by this great cloud of witnesses, who teach me, who inspire me, who encourage me, who challenge me. I’m thankful for my mum, who taught me about commitment to something you believe in, even when it’s hard and even when no one acknowledges your efforts, who modelled for me generous…
This has been my week of writing and thinking about our life journeys, the path we take. On Monday I wrote about mourning the path not taken, and yesterday I guest posted at Hilary’s blog about owning our own path and escaping that constant comparison with those around us. Tomorrow you should come back here…
A friend just pointed out Google’s logo today, celebrating Amelia Earhart’s 115th birthday. So in her honour today, I’m reposting my favourite quote of hers. Let’s let this one brave woman inspire us to bravery… Photo source: Nasa website, photo from the Smithsonian Institute Archives
