I was 13 when my dad died suddenly and I had an encounter with God. It was that dramatic, really, and it began me on a journey which took me through medical school, anaesthetic training and practice, marriage and motherhood, retraining for church ministry, church leadership and now pastoring students in a theology college. In all of those seasons of life I have experienced God’s grace, which is hard to define really, but you know it when you see it in those unexpectedly joyful moments of transcendence; in the sun shining through the raindrops (take that literally or metaphorically – both are wonderful); and most powerfully in the sense of being utterly accepted, loved and forgiven.
Here are some of my blessings:
- my wonderful husband of 33 years who still makes me laugh and think
- two tall, handsome sons and a beautiful daughter-in-law, all of whom follow Jesus
- a bunch of friends who love me and some people whose lives I’ve seen God change in remarkable ways.
I live in the south of England but remain proudly Scottish. I love the Bible, believe it is the Word of God and try to see the world through its lens, but sometimes run out of understanding. Those are some of the times I hear the whisper to keep remembering grace.
I comment here on things big and small which make me think, and try to think those thoughts biblically. If I get it wrong, am harsh or hasty, I hope you, too, remember grace.