On Tuesday, 23.05.2017. I woke up, read a FB message, checked the news and cried. Continue reading “After the Manchester bomb: Our Manchester”
The link popped up a few times on my Facebook feed, so I watched it. Once my eyes had dried, I figured I’d re-blog it here for both of you. I was going to tell you where the fun happens, but it’s only just over 10 minutes long, so I reckon you can spare that long – it’s anyway better than 10 minutes of cats stuck in boxes. Continue reading “Does God still heal today?”
.. not a migrant. If you are fleeing for your life, and risking the death of yourself and the child you are carrying, you are a refugee not a migrant. I am a migrant. I chose to move to Finland with my family. I had a job ready and waiting for me. Continue reading “If you are in a leaky rubber boat you are a refugee ..”
There is something about my kids stuff. I find it really hard to clear it out. When we moved to Finland, sorting out the stuff to go to the charity shop was really, really hard. The small plastic yellow chair with the smiley face in the back? Had to get a friend to take it away for me! Continue reading “I will never leave you or abandon you.”
Dare you not to cry!
Monday 4.11.13 is not a day that I want to repeat in hurry. It’s been a couple of weeks now and last week was just too busy to be able sit down and put something together. Continue reading “A puppy called Courage”