Well… thank you. After posting my last blog, two things happened. Firstly, a lot of people found various more eloquent ways of saying “ditto”. Others, generally just that little bit older and wiser, found ways to say, “well… what are we going to do about this then?” Both of which helped me find the courage…
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When Ministry Sucks
I might be in the minority- or just early doors naiavity- when I say that so far, ministry is a privilege the majority of the time. There are so many perks to being a Vicar’s wife (and I’m not just talking about the house!) I love how open people are with me at times, how…
The Things I Do With Myself
Hello, loyal email and WordPress followers! Thank you for still being here. I have much to report, as you can probably imagine, but for now I thought it was time for a little life update. Five weeks ago, after nine years at home with bumps, babies and preschoolers; I graduated. By which I mean that…
A Journey in Words: Stars in Clay Jars
When I first started blogging 6/7 years ago, I did so very cautiously. I think I had this vision that I’d write something offensive, it would somehow go viral and I’d find myself in a tank full of pyrranas, unable to swim. So I set up anonymously on WordPress, disabled comments, spent a few hours…
Get Wisdom
It’s been a big week here in the UK. Unless you have been living under a rock, you will have by now heard that our beloved Queen, Elizabeth II, died peacefully at Balmoral on Thursday, after 70 years on the throne. Her passing brought more than a few tears: I was indeed a big fan….
Diary of ANOTHER Lockdown: Week 7
Thursday On Thursday morning I published a now-deleted post about the first 5 days of this half term week. It was a post I desperately needed to write, for those five days had been a fairly intense emotional and spiritual journey in themselves: raising questions about both ministry and marriage within ministry, as well as…
A Pandemic New Year (Week 13)
Saturday (Boxing Day) As you may have gathered from my previous post, Christmas Day (and week and month) is generally manic in a Clergy household, and this year has been no different. Which is why, as much as I love Christmas, I find that each year I am increasingly living for Boxing Day! For there…
The Big Needle
So this post is intended to be the promised follow-up to my previous instalment Needles and Haystacks (#1); an attempt to make sense of my messy mind and the glimmers of sense I think I might have found there. However, a few more days, weeks or months- who knows, is it still 2020?!– have passed…
Having a Crack
It’s Sunday afternoon. Creak. I’m sat in the rocking chair with the youngest all snuggled up, snoring heavily into a blanket. Her brother and sister are playing upstairs; the tune of their laughter harmonising with the much fainter sound of worship music seeping from Husband’s office. All in all it seems to me the perfect…
The Overflow
If you are a parent of any number of children, you will most likely have heard the phrase, “you’ve got your hands full there!” Several (hundred) times. A day. Personally, I don’t mind it. It’s not a tut, or a put-down; it’s a generally positive encounter with another member of the public, who takes the time…
Touching Cloth
An ordinary family’s last-minute dash into the eco-zone.
The Beaster Holidays
It’s been a while since I had a bit of a Facebook scroll, to tell you the truth. I deleted the app a while back in an attempt to go to bed three hours earlier and with a clearer head, but seem to have an innate desire to torture myself with other people’s selfies on…
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