When I was seven, my family moved to Essex, where my dad became the pastor of a small Evangelical church. In that congregation was a woman who had recently been widowed.
One day, when I was seven or eight, I was at her house playing with her children…
As I sit down to write to you this month, the theme that has been stirring in my spirit is that of peace. Oh, how we need it at the moment. A day does not go by without hearing yet more news of division, anger, war, or conflict. It can feel almost too much for the soul to bear at times, can it not?
I don’t know about you but I have been inundated with emails over the past few days offering me quick fix solutions to help me enter 2026 as the “best version of me possible”.