We’ve all heard how no one sits on their death-bed wishing they’d spent more time at the office, landed a bigger deal, spent more time on their own, watching sports, being upset, being angry, just being. Everyone will agree regardless of their faith, that they would expect someone to wish they had spent more time with the ones they loved and loved them.

What a year, some epic down points but also some magnificent highlights. We lost a baby, but we have been blessed with watching our son grow and grow. From new words, to personality developments, to potty training and big boy beds. My beautiful wife is still my best friend and importantly my favourite person. Jesus is still my Lord and Saviour and continues to blow us away with His grace and favour. What a God!

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The Stranger

I received this from from my good friend Russel. Something that will challenge every Christian home, or atleast should do.



A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger
who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated
with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my
family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were
complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad
taught me to obey. But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us
spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

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