My daughter, Diane, found a picture of a patchwork quilt and loved it, many years ago. The feature of the quilt consists of twelve crocheted squares, twelve inches square. Diane did not crochet but I did and so I made the squares for her.

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.

Set against the vast Australian outback, Gwen’s short story follows Jacki, a girl raised in secrecy by a boundary rider. When tragedy strikes, her hidden identity unravels, leading to a powerful moment of survival, revelation, and hope.

Click went with my camera. I waited, expecting the bird to fly off, scared by my presence and the camera click. Instead, the New Holland Honeyeater hopped onto another flower.

‘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 taxi pulled up before the Maid and Magpie Hotel. The cab door open and David Anstey alighted. ‘Don’t worry too much, mate. It will work out for you,’ the cab driver said as he handed David some change.

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!

They looked at each other, mother, and daughter. The mother’s eyes filled with pain, in the young woman’s eyes regret, hope and joy...

Photography of Birds by Gwen Leane

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

I am very excited to announce the New Release of Gwenneth Leane's newest edition to the KML Publishing catalog: Messages for the Minute!