What does our writing reveal of us? By Claire Musters
Photo by Miriam Espacio from Pexels I recently attended my grandmother’s funeral, partly for my mum’s sake as she is now housebound so was unable to go to her own mum’s funeral. What saddened me most was seeing how few people were there; just me, my sister, cousins, aunt and uncle. No friends. Now that could have been due to her age, as she was 95, but deep down I knew it wasn’t. She hadn’t really had many friends, and had been a difficult character for as long as I can remember. I think some of us were there more out of duty, and love for our parents, than because of our fond memories of her. The stark lack of people revealed much about her character, sadly… At the start of this week I was reading Acts 6:8, where Stephen is described as a man full of God’s grace and power. It made me think: how would people describe me? I contacted the book group that I run and suggested each one of us humbly ask God what he would say about us – and accept th...