To Paris, With Love.

It has been nine years since I walked your streets.  I still remember how enamoured I was with your glittering storefronts and charming street side cafes. How in your dirtiness, you remain beautiful. I have seen your sights, breathed your air, eaten your baguettes, basked in your gentle sunshine.  … Read more

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A Full Life.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt in the past fifteen weeks (and counting), it’s that a full calendar does not equate to a full life.

It was fine at first – I was managing nicely with all my work, project, and ministry commitments.… Read more

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