On ten years

Ten years ago I arrived in a coastal Scottish town, a cobbled-street windswept place at the end of the road. It’s full of small cottages with low doors and soaring ancient ruins – all in the same deep grey rock. The wind sweeps across the sea from Norway and the golf-pilgrims arrive from America and…

Stretching into myself

I had a long afternoon coffee & chat with our pastor yesterday afternoon. He gave me feedback on my two sermons this summer, we chatted over ideas and plans and dipped in and out of some theology. As we were wrapping up, he asked me how he could pray for me. And as I thought…

with bare feet

On Saturday, in a room with way too much wood panelling, but a perfect view out onto the castle in the rain at the top of the hill, I stood up and spoke. I spoke to forty women about embracing their place in God’s story, about looking back at our lives with new eyes to…

a decade-long dream coming true

When I was about fourteen, I joined our church’s youth group. It was a joint youth group with another church and we met once a week, in the living room of the young youth leader, sitting on bean bags and an old sofa, to talk about Jesus and the bible and eat dozens of slices…

on my one word for 2013

Brave had such a profound impact on me during 2013, that is was nearly a given that I’d choose to repeat this new practise – choose a word, just one word, that I can anchor myself around this year, that will orient my steps and my thoughts and my decisions. I like lists too. A…

busy does not equal stressed

Writing for 31 days straight just about exhausted me. I had so much fun writing the Embrace Expat Life series, but when day 31 rolled around (just a few days late) I felt a wee bit empty of words. But that very day my wonderful man took me away to the rural depths of France…