I got a Concertina for my birthday
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”
“Cast all your anxiety on Him because he cares for you.”
“It really doesn’t matter what you do with us, Lord. Just have your own way with our lives.”
I learned some time ago there’s a difference between crafts for fun and crafts for work.
What I always thought was a journey between mum and me has all along included a third person, who is constant, who is on our side and who has a plan for us that far outweighs any idea or dream we could make up for ourselves.
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.
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
“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if, one only remembers to turn on the light” – Albus Dumbledore, a great wizard, and perhaps in another life, a Salvationist.