16 Aug To my strong, exhausted friend.
Dear you, I see you. ...
Dear you, I see you. ...
I struggle to articulate the discoveries I have been making about my faith, in part because what I believe cannot easily be squeezed into language. It cannot be condensed and compressed into words, black and white on the page. I am only ever able to scratch the surface, if I am lucky. Even if I had all the time in the world I would still remain unable to articulate the breadth and depth and complexity, the clear and pure simplicity, of the faith I am discovering. This was not always the case. I used to find my faith far more straight forward. For every question there was an...
I haven't written for a few days. Life kind of took over. Sometimes best laid plans have to be put to one side to deal with the important stuff of real life. Last Thursday was my 37th birthday. It was a fine day, I caught up with a few friends, and received some lovely gifts. Last Thursday was also the day I said goodbye to my Nan. My Mum phoned at about 3:30pm, as I was finishing coffee with some friends, to say it looked like the end was close and I might want to make my way over to see Nan sooner rather...