The Stuff That Stuck

Over the last few posts, I have been attempting to convey how and when the invisible cloud began to lift; how I went from one pretty dark year or so, to the light I increasingly sense now, with little more than a retreat in between. There are some big, obvious factors in this; namely, our…

Welcome to My World (Part 2!)

So, where were we? Oh yes. In my previous post, Husband had just dropped the title-worthy line, “welcome to my world!” Thus winning an argument we were having about one of the apparent struggles of ministry. (It really is worth reading that first if you are going to commit to this one…) Anyho. He won….

An Up-date

A few nights ago, I had an itch to write. However, so much has happened and developed recently that I couldn’t quite remember where I last left off. And so I read back through my last few posts instead. And wow… I got a shock! Things got a little dark back there, huh?! So. I am pleased to say,…

The Friendship Factor

Right before we left residential college, our spouses group enjoyed an away day with a guest speaker; a lovely lady who had been married to a Vicar for a long, long time and had come to share her anecdotal wisdom. Whilst useful in parts, the main thing that stuck with me about this interview, however,…

Sur-Thriving Church

I remember the big, bold letters catching my eye as I did the obligatory scroll before bedtime. “How to Survive Church with Toddlers!” It claimed. ‘Ooooh!’ Thought I, as I clicked away hungrily. ‘This should be good!’ It wasn’t. “There’s no snacks!” I called to Husband, brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “Ten whole tips on…

Laugh. Cry. Write.

Over this past year, my WordPress account has gathered an awful lot of dusty posts. Stories, musings, and miscellaneous happenings that I deemed relatively noteworthy, but just never found the time note. More recently, these sad and forgotten pages have been replaced by mere titles, and lately even photographs… Snapshots of marked moments that will hopefully, one…

Identity Spice(s)

When I started this blog, I quickly discovered that I wasn’t the only one who felt the need to write about life as a Vicar’s wife. Some fellow bloggers were enthusiastic; others reluctant- or even resentful; and others perhaps a little indifferent. It seems there are all sorts of ways that one can approach this…

Retreat

I’ve not had much luck with retreats recently. In January, Husband booked me a spa day for Christmas with a set date and time. (Admittedly, this was not a time I would have chosen, as Tiny was still very Tiny; meaning that I actually spent a quarter of the day in a used hotel room,…

Great Expectations 

When our daughter was born, I was more than ready to finish work. So it was a terrific surprise when unemployment turned out to be so hard to adjust to. Not because I missed the workload or the pressure, by any stretch of the imagination; but because I am what John Ortberg calls an approval addict; I care what…