Quiet Thoughts
The Night Bus Ride: Finding Peace When the Road...
The bus hissed as the doors closed, and she slipped into a window seat, hugging her coat around her. Outside, buildings blurred into smudges of light, and the deep hum...
The Night Bus Ride: Finding Peace When the Road...
The bus hissed as the doors closed, and she slipped into a window seat, hugging her coat around her. Outside, buildings blurred into smudges of light, and the deep hum...
The Candle Maker’s Daughter: Finding God in the...
The shelves were lined with candles in every colour and shape: tall tapers, round votives, gentle floating candles, and thick pillars that glowed for hours. Some flickered brightly, others shimmered...
The Candle Maker’s Daughter: Finding God in the...
The shelves were lined with candles in every colour and shape: tall tapers, round votives, gentle floating candles, and thick pillars that glowed for hours. Some flickered brightly, others shimmered...
The Mirror I Couldn’t Face: When Seeing Yoursel...
Her reflection felt like a stranger she wasn’t ready to confront. She tugged at the fabric on her shoulders. She turned to the side. She sighed when she caught the...
The Mirror I Couldn’t Face: When Seeing Yoursel...
Her reflection felt like a stranger she wasn’t ready to confront. She tugged at the fabric on her shoulders. She turned to the side. She sighed when she caught the...
The Light Yoke: 7 Steps to Finding Rest When Pe...
Leo, a meticulous antique restorer, was driven by a crippling sense of perfectionism. He was currently working on a complex, 200-year-old grandfather clock mechanism—a symphony of tiny, interlocking, hand-cut brass...
The Light Yoke: 7 Steps to Finding Rest When Pe...
Leo, a meticulous antique restorer, was driven by a crippling sense of perfectionism. He was currently working on a complex, 200-year-old grandfather clock mechanism—a symphony of tiny, interlocking, hand-cut brass...
The Chair Across from Me: Finding Grace When th...
The rain fell softly outside as Elena sat curled up on the edge of her sofa, her gaze fixed on the chair across from her. It was his chair —...
The Chair Across from Me: Finding Grace When th...
The rain fell softly outside as Elena sat curled up on the edge of her sofa, her gaze fixed on the chair across from her. It was his chair —...
When the Light Turns Red: Finding Faith in Life...
The traffic light ahead flicked from yellow to red just as she reached the intersection. She sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. It wasn’t only this light that...
When the Light Turns Red: Finding Faith in Life...
The traffic light ahead flicked from yellow to red just as she reached the intersection. She sighed, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. It wasn’t only this light that...