We aren’t so different

This week has been a momentous one in our household. Our almost two-year old has started going to a local playgroup. Without me. Yup, I leave him there. For 3 hours. Now, this may not seem momentous to you but it is pretty life-changing for all of us. It gives me the gift of time. It gives our rambunctious kid a chance to socialise. And it opens up our lives to a new experience. The settling* in week has been fascinating. {*settling in seems to be terminology for said child causing mayhem for a couple of days and then being fully indoctrinated into the playgroup system and refusing to come home with their parent. That's my experience, at least). One of the best parts for me has been that our boy is the only white British child in the playgroup. Each day, an assortment of children happily arrive who represent the world. All here in Newham. And I love it. I love that he has the...
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#inLENTional: Reflections from Lent 2017 – Holy Week

It has been a while since I fully committed to Lent. I've given up the occasional luxury or tried to develop a more disciplined life. This year, I was feeling compelled to consider giving up social media. It is a wonderful resource but also a drain. I haven't yet learned how to use it without feeling a bit exhausted by it. So, this year, I decided to use social media to help me be more disciplined. To write each day throughout Lent and to look for what God was teaching me. It has been a really helpful process and I felt so much more engaged with the build up to Easter. I'm not suddenly a transformed social media darling but I am definitely feeling more positive about how it can be used for good. Here are my reflections from Holy Week. Hopefully I will collate all of them but for now, these are the days leading up to Easter Sunday. #inLENTional Day Forty: So,...
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Enough

This post is for me. It might be for you too. I will be glad if it is because I won’t feel so lonely. Over the last few weeks (actually months) I’ve been fighting some feelings. Feelings which creep up on me unawares. Sometimes they are the first thing I think about. At other times they grab hold of my heart as I put another load of washing on and sigh at the never ending job of ‘being tidy’. Occasionally the feelings scream in my face like a drill sergeant, regularly (and most often) they are a quiet whispering, Voldemort style, my own form of Parseltongue which grips my gut and squeezes until anxiety builds and I feel myself succumbing to their message. What are you doing with your life? What are you contributing? Why are you here? You are not enough. Recently, I sat around a table with a group of women who I have known since I was 19 (I’m loathe to...
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