I had been so deluded in my definition of the ‘things I just couldn’t live without’.

There are some aspects of ‘normal’ that I hope we never go back to.

God is not too small to deal with the challenges that autism brings.

The world has changed. The church and her mission has not.

The life-altering trauma of abuse doesn’t disappear overnight.

Being courageous isn’t the absence of fear; it’s acting even though you are afraid.

We must never turn a blind eye to the tragedy of abuse.

One of the loudest voices I listen to is my own. And that’s usually not a good thing.

My kids weren’t abandoned by their father, but he was absent even when he was there.

How can those involved in youth work in difficult communities shine the light of the gospel into lives so often clouded in darkness?