Oh hello again. Happy New Year.
My parents done good. As one of the few who have first-hand experience of being raised by them, I stand by the truth of this statement. Yesterday marked a rather significant day in my life, one which was probably pretty memorable for my parents. So in honour of the fact that they have never given … Continue reading 22 Things My Parents Taught Me
You may not remember but about a year or so ago I wrote a post freaking out about a bunch of dizzy episodes I had, coupled with a frustrating lack of hearing. Well, praise God, it's not Meniere's syndrome. The downside is that I am still not allowed a dog but the upside is that … Continue reading Four Months With Dana
"He calls everyone brother, it's so weird." "I hardly know her and she calls me brother." "I find it so weird that he calls people brother, we're not American." I'd never heard a man call another man brother in real life until a good few years after God brought my family into the Reformed church. … Continue reading In Defense of Brotherhood
There are a lot of memes going around about this year. Memes about this year going around, that is. Some of them are actually quite funny. No one can deny that it has been a rather peculiar year for everyone. So in light of all the sadness, strangeness, and semi-unexpected nonsense going on this year … Continue reading Onwards and Upwards
The year has gone by so fast and yet again we seem to be approaching Christmas far too quickly. K.A. has been a bit higgledy-piggledy this year I'm afraid but despite not having a (theoretically) regular challenge each week as I have attempted in years past, it has been far more regular and actually far … Continue reading Advent Series
Old women slammed doors on eternity. We paced the streets, handing out gems to the blind and deaf. The preacher raised his hands and called us to Christ.
I'm not a big one on lyric-sharing. There's something so... I don't know... girly? about it. The coffee drinking instagramming, I-can-play-three-chords-sorta kind of girly. But anyway. I wrote this and it's in need of a little refinement. It has a tune and everything. So I though I would share it because music makes me feel … Continue reading Grace (a song)
The Rebelution is no longer just a teenage rebellion against low expectations. Because we are rebelutionaries, we rejected the Neverland nature of our generation. The inevitable yet desirable has happened: we have grown up. And everything has changed and nothing has changed since we first began to walk the Rebelutionary Road
It's sort of snowing outside but it's warm in here. The table is slightly wobbly. They all are, it's one of the quirks of the place and the reason we usually sit on the sofas in the corner. Savinni's is my favourite. It has been since I first came to Dingwall all that time ago. … Continue reading Partly Accident, Wholly Grace (testimony part 2)