As my eldest has stretched out of last season’s clothes and into her new phase of way more emotional and situational acumen than I thought possible. And as she has stretched me to my limits with her emotions, her defiance, her very-normal-four-year-old behaviour I have found my guilt grow apace. Guilt at how I handle…

As I scrolled through the momentous Cape Town marches I halted at an image of a poster… It read: “We can’t breathe” That black ink etched onto a piece of cardboard gave voice to my churning heart: I can’t breathe! You see, fear sneaks in and snakes it’s way around my emotional airway, Edging out…

In this season of toddler-dom, tantrums and sticky kisses, I walk away from moments with you feeling distracted hurried rushed… This is a season of distracted conversations and hurried goodbyes. It’s a season of split-attention and wandering topics. The season of “sorry, I’ll be right back” and the season to repeatedly ask “will this ever…

Broken humanity Bruised and beaten Wallowing in self-righteousness and drowning in ignorance. Until one day Jesus stopped… As Jesus walked along the timeline of history What he saw caused him to stop. His Father’s compassion and steadfast love Overflowing to a broken humanity Jesus stopped… He came to this earth – a depraved generation Jesus…