A couple of months ago, I was packing up at the park with Rosa when this other mum started a conversation with me. I could clearly see she had a purpose behind the conversation, and I was curious to see where she was going with it. To be honest, I figured she was a lonely mum looking for connection so imagine my surprise when she finished the conversation up with an invite to her church. I graciously explained that I was already a member of a church and left, and as I drove h

Some of my best memories involve food. I grew up in a large family where it was common for major celebrations to include in excess of 40 people. Coming from an Egyptian background, celebrations involved tables groaning with food (you needed to have enough of every dish for each guest), loud music, laughter, and my grandfather sitting on the deck in the backyard smoking a Shisha. My summer's were filled with time on the beach or in the pool and I am definitely blessed to have

"I confess the sins we Israelites, including myself and my father’s family, have committed  against you." [Nehemiah 1:6] That glaring breach Broken down walls are a powerful visual metaphor for guilt. How so? Mirriam-Webster's dictionary defines guilt in two core ways: "the fact of committing a breach of conduct especially violating law and involving a penalty" AND "feelings of culpability especially for imagined offenses or from a sense of inadequacy." In these two definitio