Digital photography has changed the way we snap our photos.  My wife takes photos, many photos and I cry, ‘The cost, the cost, the cost!  What about the cost of film and development?’  But she laughs, and says, ‘This is the digital age, don’t you know.’ and continues on her way happily snapping.  If the snaps aren’t good she just deletes them and that is that. 

Visiting Culloden Battlefield became a profound spiritual moment that changed how I see the world. A story of grief, ancestry, and God’s quiet presence.

Margaret grew up in Adelaide and followed God’s call through nursing, midwifery, and the outback. From needle arts to outback tours, she and her husband Quentin built a life of love, faith, and service—rooted in family and God’s enduring goodness.

This may seem like something very small, and not at all worthy of commenting on, but often I think progress is the accumulation of tiny, little triumphs and not so much the great, magnificent trophy.

Maureen, not her real name, discovered that a diamond was missing from her engagement ring.  Maureen was very upset. The loss was so great it felt as if her left hand had been cut off. Maureen and her husband turned the house upside down...

The election maybe over but we are still being bombarded with the jubilation of the winners and the angst of the losers.

Over a pie, honey log cake and custard slice, I and my family sat in a café after church, discussing the sermon we had just heard. The question arose about revelation of truth, that moment when a camera flash went off in the mind and you thought, wow!

Let me begin by painting you a picture. I came from a broken family. My mum and dad divorced before I was four. I lived with mum while my older sister went with dad. I saw dad once a year for two to three weeks, and that is the only contact I had with him up to eleven years of age...

Around this time, every year, I write an email to myself and schedule it to arrive sometime in April, usually after my birthday.

A secret Life… It seems everything has a secret life, even plants. A curious scientist is needed to unravel those secrets. The gardener may have certain suspicions about the secret life of plants, trees and water. We never document those suspicions thinking they are granny's tales and fearful of being considered crazy.

These past couple of days I've really had to knuckle down and push past a fear barrier of mine. The new gym I've been attending has been a bit busier over the school holidays/Easter break, and I don't deal well with - er - people.

Please, ‘Do not let your heart be troubled, trust in God, trust also in Me.’ accept John 14: 1.  Jesus was speaking to the hearts of his disciples knowing he was soon to die.  Christ knew that he was not only going to die but would conquer death forever, opening up the promise of eternity for all who would believe. 

When I was a little girl there was a prayer I prayed – over and over in my journals. I prayed that God would teach me to live a life learnin