Looks Like Work or Looks Like Glory

I stood in the line at Costco. I was buying a handful of things, including a big 10kg bag of flour which was in my shopping cart as it’s a bit heavy to lift onto the belt. ‘Is this yours?’ the cashier asked the lady in front of me. As I opened my mouth to…

The Life in Life Group

On our one and only flat windowsill in the house I have tiny pots of seedlings. Shoots are springing up, but the chili seeds are very slow. There’s not been a sign of any life until this morning.  When I pulled up the blind this morning there was the first little shoot in one of…

Hope for the World

In an hour period listening to the radio this morning while I did some housework and then loaded up our advent calendar with chocolate, I heard of disillusionment with big business, loss of faith in governments, threats of increased world unemployment, worries about tyrannical leaders, breakdown of treaties between countries and fear of world war in…

Hope in the Shape of a Rose

We have a small rose bush in our front garden. It was given to us as a house-warming present over six years ago.  Each year, until this one, and to my amazement, it has come alive again after the long cold winter and bloomed all summer long. This year it didn’t. I’m not certain why – I’m…

New year, new beginnings, new hope

Something strange happened on the last couple of Saturdays. As we sipped our morning tea and coffee (me tea, Tim coffee) Tim asked, ‘What shall we do today?’ Not such an unusual question, but Saturdays are not often like that for us. For the past I don’t know how long Tim has worked at the…

A little street life

I think we could call this, ‘the day the street woke up’. A bit of warm weather, the merest whiff of spring, and everything and everyone comes alive. The day started with sunshine coming through the window. I love that on a Saturday when the day is ours, and with a quick bleary-eyed glance at…