Category: Christian life
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The time a homeless man gave me money
I’ve had enough of hurting, I’ve had enough of crying so today, let’s go back to 2008 and re-visit a memory that makes me smile, ok? I had moved back to Perth (woohoo) while still married to my first husband to go back to Uni. We’d searched like maniacs for an apartment for me and […]
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Sarah from the bench
The entire week had been full of sunshine and rainbows. The end of winter was GLORIOUS in that it was bright, not hot (woohoo) and such lovely weather for going out and about in the sunshine and cool breeze. My favourite weather. I agreed to meet my new friend Chris for lunch at his work. […]
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These are a few of my favourite things
I’ve cried EVERY SINGLE DAY since my Dad passed away and I can’t keep blogging about my grief. Although I feel it every day – a heavy rock on my heart, reminding me my Dad is GONE and I will NEVER see his lovely face again…I need to at least try to write about something […]
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That’s my story, not yours
I was walking out of the bathroom on the 2nd day of my new job – and squinting because without my glasses, I couldn’t distinguish which office was mine from the row of identical doors along the hallway. Then I heard it. “Janet?!?” my name said in part disbelief, part surprise but mostly in question. […]
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An imperfect Christian
August 23, 2018 My friend Jack said to me the other day that he’s amused with me calling myself a Christian because I’m one of the cheekiest people he knows. “You’re not very religious, Janet” I know. So I thought I’d address that in today’s blog. Lucky you, eh? I am in Christian in the […]
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Doing great
December 20, 2017 I get scared to say it, you know. I get scared to say “Actually, I’m doing great” because I feel like ‘life’ will overhear me and think to itself “is that right?” and give me a terrible illness or put me through a really hard time just to prove me wrong. It’s […]
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The balance
December 13, 2017 The other side of my messy blogs of late…is that I’m doing great. I love my job. I earn a small fortune every week ($800 – probably not loads to you, but to me, omg I feel like a millionaire) and I’m continuing to lose weight. I love my PT sessions. I love […]
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This is the last time
I found a book of poetry I wrote in my late teens/twenties. One poem really stood out to me and as I read the words, I remember who it was about and how I felt when I wrote it. Heartbroken. Friend-zoned and gutted about it. Here’s my poem – written when I was 27. “This […]
"I get knocked down, but I get up again" 