A N Z A C

This is a photo of my Grandfather. He was an Anzac. His name is written in one of the Anzac books that line the entire outer inner corridors of the Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne, Australia. You get your name in there as one of the men and women who fought in the First World […]

He cares for even the birds

Sometimes I think I need reminding of God’s bigger picture. And as I write this it is obvious that I/we need reminding of this more often than we should, but in the messiness of life, God is so patient with his children. Especially me. What I am coming to realise is that in my own […]