Can I be newly anything aged 37? They say that life begins at 40 But I'm not feeling too sure and I'm having my doubts Will I be accepted on the wards? Will I hack the pace? Will I know how to be, Mature me? Not a has-been who's past it, a second-rate choice But a middle-aged...
As I pace the wards, hemmed in by the 'Walls of Work' and the shabby bay that needs more than a lick of paint, out of the corner of my eye I see a frustrated, tired patient scowling. I find myself asking the question: can hope be found along the...
'For what I am about to eat May my heart be truly thankful' Lord, my heart is beating fast - Please can you lead me beside still waters In this heartbeat of 30 stolen minutes. My mind is jumping and leafing through all the tasks that need to be done And I feel panic rising Standing on the...
Liturgy for waiting for birth, O holy and awesome creator Abba Father, papa Thank you for this time for these precious hours and minutes Given to us, to give to those, who you have made. To mother and to child In the dimmed lights of a birthing room Or the cluttered homeliness of...
I love Jesus' disciples and their raw humanity. With their flaws and failings. I love that they are chosen by Jesus; hand-picked by him, in spite of their wonderfully relatable lack of vision and focus. I can hear Jesus' exasperation as he finds them sleeping for the third time and...
Is it just me, or does each shift currently feel like entering a war zone? Steeling yourself before you dare set even one foot out of bed, dragging your body shower-wards weighed down by a heavy backpack of dread and clumsy hobnail boots? There's new chaos. New flaming arrows. And whilst...
We don't tend to cry in public. It's just too raw. Too honest. Too embarrassing for words. This was the battle I had one Sunday, sitting shoulder to shoulder, hemmed in before and behind, by my church family. Rejoicing in our Lord Jesus. Blasting out his praise with gladdened hearts...