ANYTHING but that

living water

We just borrowed a book from the library (how good is the library?), Me and My Nan by Amana Rainger and Simone Abel.  I’ve written the entire book below as a poem:

Nan came to meet me to take her to her flat.
I ran on to the bus stop.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
We went to the shops, and Nan stopped for a chat.
I hid round the corner.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
We walked by the river and I shouted, “There’s a rat!”
I thought it was funny.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
I knocked on the front door with a rat-a-tat-tat!
Nan dropped all the shopping.  She said, “Don’t do that!”
We had ham for tea, but I don’t like the fat.
So I hid it in the plant pot.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
I dropped the ketchup.  It landed, ker-splat!
Nan spilt her tea.  She said, “Don’t do that!”
Nan watched the TV.  I played with the cat.
He ran up the curtains.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
I went to the bedroom, and tried on Nan’s hat.
It made me giggle.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
I went into the garden, with my ball and my bat,
But I stood on the flowers.  Nan said, “Don’t do that!”
So I got out my book, and I sat on the mat.
I tried to be good.  Nan said, “Yes!  Do that!”

Sorry it’s a bit long but I think that emphasises the point more.  Do you wish that this Nan were your Nan?  I know I don’t.  But also as I read this book over and over again to my repetition-loving son, I wonder if I’m a bit like this.  Do you ever get to the end of the day and feel like all you’ve said to your children is, ‘No!’ or ‘Don’t!’?

Even worse than being a mum like this Nan, is the uncomfortable notion that I actually think God is like this.  I feel like the rest of the world is having a lot of fun, and I’m only allowed to do a few things, which are the grown up equivalent of ‘getting out my book, sitting on the mat and trying to be good.’  Just keep your head down and don’t do anything bad!  If this is how I live, is it any wonder that my friends don’t find Christianity attractive?  They don’t want to give up all the fun they’re having in order to worship a God who restricts their freedom.  Of course, it’s not entirely my fault that they think that, but it’s good to wonder whether I’m reinforcing that idea by my attitude.

So is God like Nan?  Not according to Genesis 2:

Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed.  The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil…

And the Lord God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.” 

God made all kinds of trees – an abundance – that were pleasing to the eye and good for food (I underlined that in case you missed it). Beautiful and delicious and abundant.  But there was a dangerous tree in the garden, and God warned Adam not to eat from it.  So God is not a restrictive parent, but one who lavishes us with wonderful gifts, for our enjoyment and for his glory.  The abundance of beauty we can enjoy gives us a glimpse of His generous, beautiful character.

But just like when the serpent uttered to Eve, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”, so Satan still lies to us now.  I need to keep remembering that God is the opposite of this.  He gives me freedom, and life in all its fullness.  I am free to enjoy the life he’s given me:

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
    surely I have a delightful inheritance. (Psalm 16:6)

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:13-14)

If my view of God is right, then I will pass this on to my children, both in my attitude towards God and in the way I interact with them. So often I find my default answer is ‘no’, and then afterwards I think, ‘Well, I suppose we could…’  I’m not saying we should give in to our children all the time or let them set the agenda, but I hope you can be encouraged to think about how to show our children that they are free to do anything but sin.  Some children are forever trying to do things that will harm them (drink bleach/run into the road/chew electrical wires), and some children are like fountains of messy and energetic ideas (‘Let’s paint our bodies!  Let’s make a chocolate castle!’  ‘Let’s do something with charcoal!’).  So you have my sympathies.  It’s a tricky business, this parenting.  But I know that if I genuinely enjoy the freedom I have in Christ, then that’s an excellent start to teaching my kids about it.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go and stop my baby eating stones again…


Look Out!

Birthday balloons from our church family

What is church like?  Recently in our Sunday service, we used some verses from Romans 12 to help us confess our sins:

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.  Be devoted to one another in love. Honour one another above yourselves.  Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervour, serving the Lord.  Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.  Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practise hospitality. (Romans 12: 9-13)

This is what God wants our church family to look like. So it seemed appropriate that we should use these verses to say sorry to God and repent of the ways we’re not like this at all.  Two things stood out to me the most: verse 10, ‘Be devoted to one another in love.  Honour one another above yourselves.’  Since becoming a mum, I’m sort of learning how to do this better inside my home.  I am devoted to my children, and most of the time I think I do put their needs above my own.  As parents we make sacrifices for our children – it’s part of the package.  But a lot of the time, I’m so busy thinking about what my children are up to now and what shopping I need to get and I must remember to pick up that prescription and I need to remind Mike to fix that lamp and wow is that the time and I need a cuppa… that I don’t have the time or the capacity to look outside of my immediate family and see who else is out there.  Or do I?

When I read that verse, can I just focus on the needs of my husband and children?  Honouring them above myself is enough to be getting on with, surely?  Well that brings me on to the other verse that stood out to me: verse 13, ‘Share with the Lord’s people who are in need.  Practise hospitality.’  Is anyone in my church family in need?  Of course.  In fact, the more I get to know them the more I understand their needs.

God uses the church to bless us in so many ways, and I learnt a new one recently.  As we carry each other’s burdens and share in each other’s sorrows, it sometimes helps to put our own problems into perspective.  A friend in my church is trying to come off strong painkillers because they make her very tired, but as she began reducing her dose, the pain was too much so she had to revert to the high dose.  She has to choose between pain and tiredness, and so she chooses tiredness.  We are praying for healing for her, but in the meantime she is facing the possibility that she’ll have to take these drugs for the rest of her life.  As I prayed for her and shared in her sorrows, I was humbled.  I hate being tired – it gives me a knot in the pit of my stomach and I feel so sorry for myself.  But why am I tired?  It’s because I have three beautiful children, who are bloomin’ hard work all day and who often wake me up in the night.  What a lovely reason to feel like a zombie!  And one day I expect my children will stop waking me in the night and I’ll be trying to drag them out of bed in the morning, and I won’t have to change their nappies anymore, and they might even do a bit of cleaning and cooking for me.  So as I thought about my friend’s predicament, it did make me thankful that my tiredness is probably temporary, and is a bi-product of the blessing of being a mother.  However, if I hadn’t listened to her and prayed for her, I would never have realised any of this.  I’d be feeling just as sorry for myself, and I wouldn’t be supporting my friend at all.

I hope you have a church family that is loving and supportive, I really do.  Because if we’re all putting each other first, then nobody will be neglected:

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. Philippians 2:3-4.

Imagine what church would look like if we really lived this out!  If I could forget myself and look to others, then I would be imitating Christ.  And what about my children?  If all they see is me putting them first and ignoring everyone else, they’ll happily carry on thinking that the world revolves around them (an attitude they were born with).  But how wonderful it would be if they saw their parents putting others first:  if we said ‘no’ to certain treats so that we could give money to some friends who need it more; if we invited a lonely pensioner to join us on our family day out.  This would show our children that we’re following a Saviour and Lord who didn’t look to his own needs, but who threw down his rights and looked up to Calgary.

Of course, sometimes we will feel like we’re so swamped that we can’t possibly listen to someone sharing their troubles, let alone help anybody.  But here are two suggestions if that’s the case:

  • Could we do less at home in order to have the time and energy to serve the church family better?  We all have different capacities, so some of us can bake our daily bread, make our children’s clothes, host a Film Night once a fortnight for the youth group and feed a different elderly person each night of the week.  But some of us can’t, and so sometimes I need to accept that yes, while it might be nice if I could reupholster that chair, it’s better if I just stick a throw on it and go and visit my sick friend in hospital.  Or maybe we need to get a shop-bought birthday cake this time so that I can help out a friend who’s just given birth.
  • Could the church family help you so that you can help them?  It’s good if our church family knows that we’re not actually machines, and sometimes we are frazzled and need HELP!  Perhaps someone could hold your baby for you on a Sunday morning so that you can keep tabs on your toddler and be less exhausted by the end of the service.  Maybe you need to organise a babysitter once a week so that you can go for a walk and a chat with your husband, and then feel more able to counsel a friend.  Little things that help you might enable you to help others.

I need to focus more on how I can honour my church family, rather than all of the reasons I’m too busy/tired/preoccupied to do so.  As a family, we (the Brookses) are in a great position to bless people in the church.  For example, we could have someone round after church for lunch, since another mouth to feed probably won’t make much difference.  Or I could siphon off some dinner and pop it round to an elderly lady’s flat so she doesn’t have to cook for herself tonight.  We could commit to pray as a family each Monday morning for someone at church who’s lost their job.  The kids could make cards to send to the church’s mission partners in Rwanda.  I probably can’t do all of these things, but I can pray that God would give me opportunities and help me to rejoice in them.  I don’t want to be self-centred and ungrateful; I want to lead my children on the path to self-forgetfulness and contentment.

God to the Rescue

Pharaoh masks – they always want to be the villain.

Your children might be breaking up for Easter today, or maybe, like my daughter, next Friday.  I’ve been thinking about how I could teach the children leading up to Easter, a bit like I did at advent when my brilliant friends gave me their Pre-School Bible Overview Advent Calendar.

I haven’t ironed out all the creases yet (I’m speaking metaphorically of course, I don’t actually iron), but I thought I’d post this now so that you might be inspired to come up with something yourself, or maybe even pinch and tweak mine (the metaphors are coming thick and strong now).

I bought some Bible sticker books by Miles Kelly (My Bible Sticker Activity) from, and they’re really good so I’ll use those as an activity each day.  But if you don’t have the same sticker books, I’m sure you can Google craft activities or just print off a colouring sheet for the relevant Bible story.  Or maybe you have a Bible activity book with a suitable page that hasn’t yet been filled in – I hope so!

Here goes, please find my little teaching outline below.  BPSB is the Big Picture Story Bible by David Helm; BB is the Beginner’s Bible (from the Good Book Co I think?) and JSB is the Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones.  Sorry if there are bits missing or it’s unclear – I have another week to work on it but wanted to post this today in case your children are off next week.

Each day we will hang up a plastic egg (we have loads left over from a church egg hunt) with the day’s message written on it (using an address label probably, nothing fancy) in order to keep track of what we’ve learnt, and to make it a bit festive.

Theme: God to the Rescue

Day Message Story / Lesson Activity (from Miles Kelly My Bible Sticker Activity books)
Monday 14th God rescued Noah from the flood BPSB p. 58-65 / God punished the world and he saved Noah + family. (You might need to give background here, i.e. start from the beginning (creation and fall) on the days leading up to it) Noah’s Ark p.22-23
Tuesday 15th The Passover: God rescued his people from death BPSB p. 114-129/ God’s people killed a lamb so that the lamb would die instead of their sons.  God rescued his people from death by giving them ‘the great sign.’ (Again you may need to give a bit of context) Moses and the Princess p.20-21
Wed 16th The Red Sea:God rescued his people from Egypt. BB p. 111-115/ God rescued his people from the Egyptians by parting the Red Sea. Moses and the Princess p. 22
Thurs 17th David/Goliath: God rescued his people from their enemies. BB p. 173-180 or JSB/ God rescued the Israelite army from the Philistines by sending David to defeat Goliath. David and Goliath p.20-23
Friday 18th Jesus came to raise the dead Lazarus BPSB p. 338-352/Jesus came to rescue people from death Colouring sheet (or Jesus and the Fishermen p. 8)
Saturday 19th The Cross: God rescues his people from punishment. p. 368-p. 373 (or just p. 373) Jesus died the death we deserve for sinning against God. The First Easter p. 18-20
Sunday 20th TheResurrection: God rescues his people from death. JSB: God’s wonderful surprise. God has rescued us from death by raising Jesus from the dead.  Because he rose from the dead, we will too if we trust in him. The First Easter p. 21
Monday21st New Life: We can be rescued from sin and death by believing in Jesus. BPSB p. 414-423 (Pentecost)/ When we put our trust in Jesus, our old self dies and our new life begins, with God’s Holy Spirit living in us. (This is clearly a tricky concept for pre-schoolers, but it’s worth a go!) The First Easter p. 22-23

A slightly ridiculous time-sensitive post


If you’re new to this blog, please don’t take this post as representative of the whole!  Usually my posts have more of a point and are easier to understand – I hope.

The clocks went forward last night.  This usually means that  you lose an hour’s sleep, because if you usually get up at 9am on a Sunday morning, you have to get up at 8am (which has now become 9am).  I remember this being an issue when I was younger – I would spend the next week feeling tired, thinking ‘I want my hour back!’

However, we’ve noticed something since having children, which has taken a few years to grasp but I think we’re there now.  When the clocks go forward, we actually don’t lose an hour any more.  We might even gain one.  Let me explain:

Our children are our alarm clock.  They usually ‘go off’ between 6am and 7am.  Let’s call that 6.30.  This morning, they didn’t wake up an hour earlier just because the clocks changed.  They didn’t know the clocks had changed.  So they woke up at the same time, which is now 7.30am.  So if anything, it feels like we’ve been given a lie in!  And better still, even when we put them to bed tonight at 7pm, which will only feel like 6pm, they will probably wake around 7am or even later, because that’s the time they’re used to waking up.  (Have I lost you yet?  Probably – sorry).

So I suppose one thing to take away from this is that in Autumn when the clocks go back and everyone else we know gains an hour’s sleep but we feel we’ve been cheated out of an hour’s sleep, we can remember that in the Spring, the opposite happens and we sort of gain an hour when everyone else is losing one.

Yes, having children does make everything topsy-turvy – and sometimes it’s for the better!

Learning to say “Thank You”



The God of Small Things

The climax of God’s glorious creation – plus some trees and a lake.

Have you read ‘The God of Small Things’ by Arundhati Roy?  It’s both excellent and horrifying.  I highly recommend it unless you are in any way sensitive to violence, or are hormonal in any way.  I for one wish I’d never read it, but not because of anything to do with the quality of it.  But I’ve just borrowed the title for this blog post because sometimes I wonder, is our God actually the God of Small Things?

I’ve already mentioned that we recently had our church’s weekend away.  We were staying in a big house in the countryside, and the weather was amazing.  Amazing for England in March, i.e. sunny and breezy and a bit warm.  For one of the talks we sat outside in the sunshine (because our Pastor is fun!).  There we were, in the grounds of this house – trees, lakes, fields as far as the eye could see.  These things make your heart sing, don’t they?  God is awesome – in the actual sense of the word.  (Northern English people don’t say ‘awesome’ when they mean ‘pretty good’).  A friend of mine has just been to the Isle of Lewis (Scottish Island, really far away) and he was telling me how the beauty of God’s creation is crying out to you about God’s glory all the time when you’re there.  And that’s a biblical view, isn’t it?  Romans 1 says ‘For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities… have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made…’  (See also Psalm 19)

But do you know what shows us God’s glory more than a mountain?  The crowded bus stop near my flat.  The homeless man who sits outside my Doctor’s surgery.  My husband’s bed-bound grandfather.

‘So God created mankind in his own image,
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.’  Genesis 1:27.

The trouble with the city is, it’s full.  It takes half an hour to drive the three miles to my friend’s house, because there are other people in the way.  Where we live, you can rent a spacious 1 bedroom flat for £350 per week – because there are too many people and not enough space.  It’s hard to get your child into nursery, because the nursery is full of other people’s children.  The city is crammed, bulging and bursting at the seams, with people like you and me.  And that’s the glory of the city.  This is not a post about the city, though – maybe I’ll write one some day but while Tim Keller is around there seems little point in me trying to say anything worthwhile about the city.

Every person you’ve ever seen is made in God’s image.  And because of that, we have a responsibility to treat them with dignity and to value them above other things God has created.  That’s why the Bible says it’s OK to eat meat, but not to kill a person (Acts 10:9-13; Gen 9:6).

So as parents, what can we take away from this?  Often our role seems insignificant compared to other people we know.  You might have friends who deal with large sums of money each day, or who run successful businesses, or who create beautiful music or art or food.  You might have friends whose daily challenges include prescribing people the right medication, or rescuing people from domestic violence, or communicating the gospel to prisoners or gangsters or politicians.  I have friends who do these things.  And what do I do?  I get my children dressed.  I help them with jigsaws.  I grill fish fingers.  I hang the washing out.

Some friends of ours had their first baby this week. The father, a Doctor himself, texted me to ask if I knew what to do about the baby’s chapped lips.  I didn’t really know, but I tried to reassure him that it would probably be OK.  My husband and I were reminiscing about those first few days and weeks, in which your world shrinks.  Suddenly everything is about this little life, and how to sustain it.  ‘She’s pulling a face, is she OK?’ ‘He can’t get his wind up!’  ‘Is she meant to be cross-eyed?’  These things are all terribly important to you.  But do you ever wonder whether they’re important to God?  Can God really care if this child has dry skin or not?  Does God want me to care about that?

There’s one child born every minute in the UK.  Can God really care about each one of those children?  Or in other words,

‘When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?’ (Psalm 8:3-4)

God is so big, and the world is so magnificent, so am I just losing track of what really matters?  As I pray about my daughter enjoying nursery more, or my son having tantrums less, or my baby suffering less with teething, is God really bothered?  The psalm goes on:

‘You have made them a little lower than the angels,
and crowned them with glory and honour.
You made them rulers over the works of your hand;
You put everything under their feet…’ (5-6)

God does care, because he’s chosen to make people in his image.  Your children matter to him, because he’s made them to be rulers over his magnificent creation.  God has made them, and they’re amazing.  They’re corrupt, oh yes, but they’re glorious.  In fact, the corruption is so much worse because of how glorious they are.  No wonder it’s so hard to bring them up right.

I heard a brilliant talk last year on Psalm 23 (‘The Lord is my Shepherd’).  The preacher used the example of Aron Ralston who got trapped down a ravine and had to cut his arm off to escape (made famous by the film ‘127 Hours’).  He was asking us if ever have ‘canyon moments’, where we feel completely stuck and helpless. Maybe it’s an illness, or financial problems, or addictions.  And then he said something like, ‘Or maybe you’re just facing an afternoon with a colicky baby…’  I was so relieved when he said that because, as I told him afterwards, I was sitting there thinking ‘Oh, I had a canyon moment the other day in Marks and Spencer’s.’  I have had serious problems and frightening times in my life of course, but usually the day-to-day struggles I have seem a bit unimpressive.  They involve the minutia of my children’s hearts. And, worse still, my own heart!  And I can end up wondering whether I’ve lost all perspective.  Sometimes I do lose perspective of course, but if my day has been difficult because I’ve spent it with three willful, beautiful, cruel, generous, sinful, glorious children, then that’s OK!  God knows it’s hard, and his glory is there in the middle of the mess.   I don’t need to go to the Isle of Lewis to see God’s glory in creation, because my flat is full of it.

And how can I respond to this God who cares when my discipline method fails again, or my daughter surprises me with her kindness, or my baby crawls across the room for the first time?

‘LORD, our Lord,
how majestic is your name in all the earth!’ (Psalm 8, v 9).

Dickens on Kids

Order! Order!


I went on our church’s weekend away last weekend.  It’s only the second one we’ve ever had, and it was absolutely smashing.  Not flawless, but certainly a little foretaste of the new creation.  God’s community; God’s word; beautiful weather.

We were learning about God from Genesis, Chapters 1 to 3.  I expect you’ve read those chapters, or at least have an idea what they’re about.  You may feel you’ve ‘done them to death’ (not the ideal expression), but we can always learn more from God’s word.  And as my circumstances change, I find God graciously teaching me new things from familiar bits of Scripture.

As you’ll know if you’re a parent (or ever speak to one), much of what you do when you’re caring for children is repetitive.  Phyllis Diller said ‘Cleaning your house while children are growing is like shovelling your driveway while it’s still snowing.’  My children follow me around the flat, undoing the work I’ve done.  Yesterday I did some cleaning, and for a few minutes the kids’ bedroom and the living room were clean and tidy, so I took photos.  I sent the photos to my husband to show him what I’d achieved, because I knew that by the time he got home the work would have been largely undone.

Other times, you do manage to create order in a little part of your home, but it goes pretty much unnoticed.  You tidy a shelf in a cupboard, or you sort out your husband’s sock drawer.  You may (as I do) feel you’ve won a little victory, but that moment of triumph makes no difference to the pile of washing up there is still to do in the kitchen.  Sometimes you can feel that your hard work just seems to have been wasted.

So what does Genesis 1 have to say about all of this?

‘In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.  Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.  God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.’ Genesis 1, 1-4.

Before God spoke the light into being (feel free to ponder that mind-blowing fact for a moment or two!), the world was formless.  Like a lump of clay that hasn’t been yet fashioned into anything, it wasn’t any use.  Not only that, but the ‘darkness’ and ‘the deep’ are symbolic of chaos.  Chaos is not funny in the Bible; it’s not a word used to describe messy play or pancake day.  It’s dangerous.

So what does God do?  He creates order.  He separates.  Creating order and structure are good things to do; they’re godly things to do.

Depending on your personality and gifts, you might love order and structure, or you might not.  God has made each of us different, and that should be celebrated.  I have friends who run their homes with military precision, and I have friends who just ‘go with the flow.’  And don’t worry, I’m not saying that Genesis 1 commands you to go now and organise your child’s bookshelf or make a cleaning rota for yourself.   What encouraged me was that God separated the night from the day.  So even when we separate our day up, we are doing a good thing.  “It’s breakfast time!”  “It’s bath time!”  “It’s quite play time!” (Worth a try?)  So if you’re a bit of a ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ type parent, then please be encouraged that as you structure your day you are behaving a bit like God, in whose image you’ve been created.  And if you spend a lot of time organising things and creating order in your home, but nobody really notices, please remember that God appreciates order.

I probably should mention, that there is a challenge or here to us, too.

Some of us might be tempted to find our refuge in organisation.  These are the mums who, on maternity leave, felt their world was falling apart because they no longer had any structure to their day.  Structure feels safe; structure makes us feel we’ve achieved something.  This is my tendency, although by organised I do not mean tidy.  I like to have my admin sorted, but picking stuff up off the floor is a different kettle of fish.  So I need to remember that whether my day has structure or not, God is my refuge; God gives me significance; God satisfies me.

Others of us might rather not have order.  We feel stifled by structure.  We love spontaneity and we don’t like to plan.  I suppose for those parents, it’s good to remember that God actually is a God of order, so it’s not something to avoid as though it’s going to trap us and make us feel powerless.  I recently heard someone say that she felt that planning was a bad thing, because if you don’t plan you rely on God more.  I will now resist the temptation to write 2000 words on why I disagree, and instead will just say that in order to be good stewards of the time and money God has given us, we probably do need to have some structure and planning in our lives.  Even if that just means writing a shopping list today for tonight’s tea.

(An aside: my husband is from an impulsive, spontaneous family and I am from a plan-ahead family, and thanks be to God he has kept us happily married for eight and a half years!  We are learning, by God’s grace, the benefits of each other’s way of doing things!)

Have you noticed that your kids love structure too?  My children certainly know when it’s breakfast time!  Whether you’re a demand feeder or a Gina-Ford-Handbook wielder, your day will have structure.  And in my days as a secondary school teacher, I saw how much the children I taught felt safe in a structured environment.  For some of them, school was the only place where they knew where they stood and what was happening next.  So the next time you tell your children that it’s lunchtime soon, or bedtime was half an hour ago, or that we don’t get undressed at the dinner table, I hope you’ll remember that you’re blessing your children, and you can thank God for that.

Book Review Alert: ‘Compared to Her…’

Hello friends, sorry I haven’t written in a couple of weeks.  I have at least one post swimming around in my head, but haven’t had the time or energy to get it down in a coherent way.  In the meantime, though, please hop over to Good Reads if you’d like to learn about a brilliant, short, Biblical, short, helpful and potentially life-changing book.  Oh and I should tell you (because I know if you’re a mum that this blog post might be the first thing you’ve had time to read in about eight days) that it’s nice and short.  Hope to write again soon!