“There is no one like you, Lord, and there is no God but you, as we have heard with our own ears.”

1 Chronicles 17:20


I awoke this morning, softly crying like a child, wondering how I would carry on. Greece only a couple of weeks away – the holiday we had promised our children. How could I possibly cope so far from home? Is there a way out? What would happen if I were left alone? How would I cope with what might happen in my head? Oh, but Lord, I can’t deny our children this trip!

Writing will have to be the answer. Writing will pull me together and draw me to you. Writing, my connectedness to you and all that’s true. My security. My best medicine.

Thank you, Lord, for being my constant.


You are the only constant I have,
the only one I can trust,
the only one I can count on.

You do not lie or pretend to be someone you aren’t.
You are what the Bible says you are and I believe.

You are good, and you are gentle and kind.
You love in a way no earthly person could.

You encourage us in what we do
when we give and when we join with you
to make the world a better place.

You will give us the courage and strength we need to live
and to follow you.

Thank you, God. Thank you, my Lord.