It was a normal Sunday, by all accounts. Sometime in 2011. The 6pm service at church.
Read MoreI know that a lot of my extroverted friends struggle to understand my introverted nature.
Read MoreWhen the trials of this world buffet And despair is close at hand When betrayal, lies and fear Clothe my every move, my every waking thought, I will cry to you, O my God.
Read MoreI am a Christian, and often, I do not understand.
Read MoreWhat do you say when words are all you have, but words are not enough? Words that put names to your feelings but offer no respite. That give coherence to your questions but offer no answers.
Read MoreFreshers' Week: A week of strangers, small talk and strange places. An extrovert's dream. An introvert's nightmare.
Read MoreYou are running. Running fast, running free.
Read MoreIt hurts. Don't lie to yourself.
Read MoreGood Friday, darkness reigns. Easter Eve, and there is but silence. A seemingly never-ending silence. Mourning. Weeping. Frustration. Confusion. More Darkness. And ever more silence.
Read MoreI struggle to speak honestly of Good Friday. I struggle because, so often, I long to see it only in the light of Easter Sunday.
Read MoreHi, I’m Nell. Alianore, if we’re being overly formal (that’s pronounced ‘Eleanor’, by the way). I’m a blogger, author, speaker, and occasional over-thinker. An introvert who likes to talk. A theologian, on a good day. A Christian, a storyteller, and a friend.
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