I have a slippery memory. Memories of the good can slip away, but having a habit of recording the good can change our thinking in wonderful ways. My mother kept a red ledger book in one of the kitchen drawers, and it kept her. It kept her grounded in the […]
Sometimes I feel alone in the struggle, but when listen deep I sense a providence. A providence I can lean into. It was the strangest thing I have experienced in a dog’s behaviour. Our family once had a dog that leaned. He could come alongside you, cross his legs […]
When waves of anxiety come, I need to dive into the providence of God. To feel held, known, and loved. This summer, here in New Zealand, I have been going for swims most days. I have a beach quite near to where I live, and it’s a safe beach […]
