A Time for Everything

A ‘time to tear down’. That’s what it felt like as I roughly cut the branches of the bush I’d been tending for years. When we moved here eighteen years ago, the 22’ x 9’ open-plan front garden, which separates the house from the road, was newly planted and beautiful.

Later, we added some conifers which had been grown in my parents’ nursery. I loved their year-round greenness and the structure they gave to the garden, but they were overgrown and blocked the view from our kitchen and living room and kept out the light.

Marriage: the need for help

The question won’t go away.

It’s years later, and I still worry that there may have been people in the church who were struggling – men and women. No help was offered to them.   

Easter Sunday Struggle

‘Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!’

Easter is my favourite Sunday.

But not this year.