Church – Wearily Hopeful

‘My’

It happened a couple of times a few months ago; I was talking to someone at work and I referred to ‘my team’. Each time I said it it, it felt false- like I was striving for position and status. I stopped immediately, but it still feels uncomfortable recalling it. If pressed, I now talk ofContinue reading “‘My’”

Christmas

This picture is one of the pages of scrawl that I made for Christmas Day: nothing in it made it into the final edit. It took a long time to put what I did together, but the space to think, write, pray and wrestle with my demons was worth it: to me at least. Overall,Continue reading “Christmas”