The tension had been building for months. At first, I thought that it was a hormonal surge, then teenage angst; the inevitable rebellion of a 17-year-old against anything that resembled authority. But, as the moodiness escalated and the arguments intensified, it became clear that something more was going on. Our eldest child was alternately sad and withdrawn or angry and aggres....
Our story began in Norway, the land of the midnight sun. It was a chilly afternoon, the leaves on the trees were exploding with colour and we were about to meet our little girl for the very first time. She was almost here, where she belonged; in our embrace and in our hearts. My entire being was focused on the life that was about to surface, the little girl I had been waiting f....
I was eight when my mum got sick. Watching her battle stomach cancer was devastating. It was the 1970’s and her cancer treatment was harsh, aggressive and ultimately unsuccessful. I was only 11 years old when she died. Six weeks later I started high school. It makes me sad that I have very few memories of my mum other than her illness. When she died I felt like a part of me d....
My friends and family know that I am not one for being the center of attention. I much prefer to be the wallflower and observer. However, when you pray for God to give you platforms to share your story for His glory, when there once was a time you didn’t believe you even really had a story to tell, and He opens the door for opportunities, you say yes and step in. My word ....
From an early age, my dreams for the future involved two things; marriage and motherhood. As the third eldest child of ten, I grew up with strong maternal instincts and plenty of opportunity to practice my parenting skills. At five years of age, I made the decision to follow Jesus, after responding to an altar call given by my father, at the church he pastored in Launceston, Ta....
