I can’t help thinking that this might be like heaven one day: welcomed in to the generous arms of our Father, rewarded with relationship and refreshment after the steep climb of life.

There’s nothing quite like speaking a person’s heart language to make them feel seen and known.

If we choose to vulnerably share our lives with those around us, we find shoulders to rest our heads on.

Grief can be complicated, but in the wrestling with it, I find I am usually able to come out on top.

New loss meets the sadness stored within us, is like the sudden eruption of a hippo launching from the water jaws wide open, threatening to swallow us.

Baobab look like they grow upside down with their roots on top. It’s this upside down feeling of roots suddenly exposed that I have become accustomed to.