A strong marriage is the strength of your life.
There are many children masquerading as adults – Simply because someone is chronological 45 years old, has a professional job, is married and has three children, doesn’t make then an adult.
It is Christmas eve and I’m starting my reflection as I watch my younger two sons play. Usually, by this time, my goals and strategy for the year ahead are usually being prayed about and put unto paper but this time it is a little different. I am the midst of life-changing internal work. I
Nausea and vomiting aren’t pleasant symptoms. It is 2am in Kuala Lumpur and from my hotel room on the 33rd floor, I have one of the best views in the city of the Petronas Twin Towers. But this only serves to remind me that I am thousands of kilometres from home and how alone, unwell
One year ago I had an accident which abruptly halted my life. In reflection, it has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Pre-MRI. Ruptured biceps tendon on my left arm — November 2017 Day 1 post op. Ready to start my rehab…also, I don’t fancy strong opiates (too much clean living) 28/11/17.
My heart is in turmoil and my soul aches. My resolve is being tested. The broad statements that are being pitched on social media and shared across the world deepen my sorrow for my fellow man. #metoo #sexual misconduct #pornography I’ve fought with thoughts of defending my gender but have balanced this with deep sorrow
Imagine losing your house, the place that you purchased with pride and so meticulously maintained. Picture yourself facing the innocent faces of your children, searching for the words to explain your explicit behaviour. Look at your prized possessions, the toys that brought you such pleasure to use and connect with your inner child-like freedom. Now
I can’t believe it has been three years since my first post on The healthy GP where I reflected on the five things that my sons needed from me. Since then: We had another boy! (Benjamin) I’ve changed the dynamics and focus of my work (Aged and Palliative care) Kylie started to study and run
A wife who is truly loved by her husband is beautiful. She is beautiful because she radiates confidence in herself. The countenance on her face shows the character of her husband, the words he uses around her, the way that they resolve differences, the small actions of love he deposits everyday and the way that
The midwives called me Dad for the first time, when caked in vernix and crying because his safe haven had been so abruptly removed, I cut my son Samuel’s umbilical cord, welcoming him into the world. I tentatively called myself a Dad, when Samuel cried uncontrollably in the middle night, I stood helpless, not knowing