Last week I made the worst mistake an artist/crafter/creative could ever make.
Is there a line between tasteful and sinful?
Friday I came home from hospital after a week of being on the covid ward. But Friday also marked a special day, 18 years of sobriety. I often wonder whether still counting the years is worth it, I mean, after all this time the chances of me wandering off for a bottle of vodka isContinue reading “18 years image”
Whether the story is about miracles, or giving what little you have or that we can feed the world if we all share, it’s a story worth telling.
I doubt, when Alge walked into that prison cell all those years ago he thought about the lives that would be changed by this one encounter, or that through the prisoner he was looking at, his work of being a prison chaplain would continue.
It always amazes me,that something as simple as an embroidered square of cotton can be part of a huge picture of blessings for women (and men) who we may never meet.
A few little things have happened recently that have brought back an old gripe of mine. That old feeling that as a Christian artist, one of the hardest hurdles is finding a sense of belonging in the church.
Turning sketches into flags
After the band have played the last note, the choir have sat down, the sermon done, the Amen said… the prayer shawl continues on and travels with the person in need.
I’ve known about prayer shawls for some time now, its a simple idea, knit a shawl while praying for a person, then give the shawl to the person and let the prayers and blessings you prayed into the shawl continue to bless. I heard that a local church held regular prayer shawl groups and IContinue reading “Rethinking The Prayer Shawl”