I used to look at my bed longingly, with its soft pillows and warm fluffy blankets, like a long lost lover that I couldn’t wait to be alone with again. At the end of every day it was always there waiting for me, ready to ease me into a peaceful, restful sleep while washing away… Continue reading Rest


Bitter water. That’s what my name means. I’m not kidding. Bitter water.  Exodus 15:23 – And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah, for they were bitter: therefore the name of it was called Marah. It also means sad. Yeah. What a self revelation. Because quite literally…I am… Continue reading Bitter