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The delights of holding the ‘Missionary’ title

And the real shortcomings of that word too.

Learning to walk a line true to my faith and how it can be expressed in the culture around me as a living every day and ordinary mission overseas.

The source

The words are akin to old friends, faintly resonating with faded sermon points and plastic chair discussions, steeped in theology lectures and justified talk-points. This weary book has seem many days and it’s battered cover shows the scars of it’s...

Decorative Windows

It’s Easter Saturday and in a spare 10 minutes I grab my materials and toss them on the corner of the bed – a chalk marker, a pile of inch paper triangles and a glue stick. It takes 2 tries to get the wavy line right and I run out of triangles. It looks...

Little hands for lent and holy week.

I must admit I have rather a fondness for seasons of preparation, the church year, and the slow approach to an event that merits more than just a days examining. For many Advent is exactly what I’m describing, but for others Lent holds an equally dear place in...

A decade in my heart : 10 years a missionary

It’s mid February and I’m cleaning garden furniture as my son draws a rainbow waterfall on the concrete. Today is unseasonably balmy. Today is also 10 years since I stepped onto Serbian soil for the first time, landed to a much cooler February where the...

Under the cloud

“And the cloud of the Lord was over them by day, whenever they set out from the camp” (numbers 10:34) “Under a cloud” first conjures images of being in poor standing for me, having wandered from outspokenness to offense, in...

A word of power

For the last few years I’ve joined in with the idea of choosing a word for the year. It’s been an interesting that often the meaning the word starts out with isn’t at all what it means to me by the time summer and autumn have given way to winters...

Modern Women of Faith – An interview

The lovely Erin from Ragamuffin Royalty interviewed me by e-mail a few weeks back. She asked me to share a bit about life here and how God has shaped my journey. I walked into the interview not really knowing what she was looking for and received a list of questions...

Nowhere remains the same

When I first came to Serbia foreigners were a boast – I was asked to simply turn up at times so they could show that a British girl had come to them. There were other foreigners in the city, NGO volunteers, exchange students, and travelling ministers, mostly...

Family Prayer Journal

I’ve always found myself rather bad at putting my desire to journal regularly into practice. Prayer pages are something I feel more confident with. Boxes of prayer, lists and notes, words and images that remind me to lift specific circumstances throughout the...

When you can’t Acclimatise : beyond Sacrifice or Solidarity

I was still green, the early days of marriage and the struggle of the unfamiliar dynamics of life as a foreigner shadowed my movements. I was meeting a foreign friend and another foreign lady for tea in a city where coffee was the beverage of choice. I remember it was...