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. 

A heartfelt reflection on the span of eighty years compared with eternity, and how our choices shape where we spend forever. Gwen reminds us that five months of prayer and church in a lifetime is not enough — true life is found in a living relationship with Christ, who offers us everything as joint heirs with Him.

A reflective Thursday Brew with Gwen about her 1978 writing class — faith, free will, and why God allows suffering. A testimony of how everyday encounters can strengthen faith and inspire writing.

‘Where is my boob?’ I looked with consternation as my granddaughter Natalie pulled a pair of bras from the shopping bag in which she had brought me a set of clothes. I had spent two days in hospital with a gastro bug and felt that to go home fully clothed rather than in pajamas and dressing gown would help my self-esteem considerably.

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.

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. 

Do you want to be beautiful?  Then be a friend. You will not wear the sash or the tiara, friendship is not part of the criteria...

Yesterday, Sunday , we celebrated Palm Sunday.  It was the day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey.  Crowds gathered to see him and a

The story, Oliver Twist, had a character called the Artful Dodger He was well versed in the art of evading capture and hunger...

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