It was cold, the night it happened. A breathless chill hung low over the fields like a choking mist, colder than she’d ever known. She…
It was cold, the night it happened. A breathless chill hung low over the fields like a choking mist, colder than she’d ever known. She…
They call me a prophetess. I sometimes wonder if I’m worthy of the name. My life hasn’t been a sparkling example of God’s power, because…
Andy Frost’s book is centred around the idea that every life tells a story and that we are all searching for an underlying narrative in…
Today I’m delighted to welcome Andy Frost who has recently written a fabulous book called Long Story Short. I have just finished this book and…
I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in…