Blessed Feast of St. Valentine, friends. Martyr, and patron of people with epilepsy. For those of us whose bodies seize, shake, and exhaust us, faithfulness is not abstract. It is learning to live honestly in a body that does not always cooperate. St. Valentine, pray for us.

Reading Letters to Malcolm this afternoon. Lewis is at his sharpest when he refuses sentimentality about prayer — honest about distraction, liturgy, habit, and doubt. It’s theology done in correspondence: precise, practical, unspectacular, and deeply serious.

Offering Compline this night for those who are realising they outgrew something they once prayed for. May God bless what was, and guide what comes next, and grant you rest.

A few people have asked for my thoughts on General Synod and LLF. I’ve sat with it, prayed about it, tried to find something clear to say. I don’t have much to offer. I’m just… sad.

Offering Compline this night for those who are staring at the ceiling, bargaining with sleep. May God turn the bargaining into surrender, and give you rest.

I’m loving the range of audiobooks on Spotify. No idea if they’re new or if I’ve just been late to the party — either way, I’m very happy about it.

Offering Compline this night for those who are listening to the hum of the house and feeling everything at once. May God steady what rises, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are ending the day without closure. May God hold the open edges, and give you rest.

You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted.

Offering Compline this night for those who are hoping sleep will do some of the healing. May God bless the waiting, and grant you rest.

Reading the Spiritual Writings of St. Charles de Foucauld this weekend. It’s not about doing more for God, but remaining with God where no one is watching, and staying long enough for love to take flesh.

Offering Compline this night for those who are carrying tomorrow in their chest already. May God ease the weight, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are setting their alarm with reluctance. May God grant you rest that doesn’t feel borrowed.

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Offering Compline this night for those who feel slightly undone by the day’s end. May God gather what feels loose, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are running on resolve rather than energy. May God meet you where resolve ends, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who feel emotionally wrung out, with nothing left to give. May God receive what remains, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for the new Archbishop: wisdom, humility, and courage. For survivors: safety and justice. For queer Christians: belonging without fear. For women in ministry: truth not tokenism. And for the Church: repentance, healing, and grace.

Today is the Confirmation of Election of the new Archbishop of Canterbury. It’s hard—for survivors, for queer Christians, for those whose trust in the Church is fragile. And it’s good—the significance of a woman in this role, and what that represents. Pray for the ABC, we must.

Offering Compline this night for those who are laying their worries down, even if only for a moment. May God keep watch while you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who made it through the day by sheer persistence. May God honour that effort, and give you rest.

Happy Burns Night to all who celebrate. May your haggis be bold, your poetry dramatic, your whisky generous, and may nobody actually understand the Scots you’re quoting—and love it anyway.

Offering Compline this night for those who feel the world pressing in from every side. May God make a little space for you to breathe, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those sheltering from conflict—in homes, hospitals, and borderlands. May God be a wall of safety around you, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are tired of being careful with themselves. May God offer you a gentler way to rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are holding a memory that arrived uninvited. May God keep you safe with it, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who turned the light off, then back on, because the quiet felt too big. May God stay close, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who are carrying tenderness they don’t yet know how to name. May God keep it safe, and grant you rest.

You don't have to worship where you're not wanted.

A week of interviews ahead. One on Tuesday that has my whole heart hopeful — it would be perfect. Prayers and interview tips welcome, friends.

Offering Compline this night for those who kept showing up, even when their heart wasn’t in it. May God honour the faithfulness, and give you rest.

Is this for sale somewhere? I’m a coach and part of my work is helping churches get better at “making room” — love that phrase, btw.

The final copy of my book arrived today. It grew out of my master’s thesis and the questions it wrestled with — belonging, dignity, and who the Church makes room for. It’s out in two weeks, and holding it feels both unreal and unmistakably real.

Offering Compline this night for those who have difficult conversations replaying in their heads. May God quiet the echoes, and give you rest.

Just finished listening to the audiobook of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, a few years after I last read it. Still uncomfortably apt for a world where control keeps getting mistaken for care.

Offering Compline this night for those who realised too late what they needed today. May God meet you where the regret rests, and give you peace.

Offering Compline this night for those who dared to speak a hard truth today. May God shelter you in the aftermath, and grant you rest.

I arrived in the Church of England bruised, convinced God had turned his face from me. It was there I learned, slowly, that he had not. And once I learned my worth is not conditional, not provisional, not up for debate, I realised I could not stay.

Offering Compline this night for those who are breaking in places no one can see. May God draw close in the dark, and hold you until morning.

Offering Compline this night for those who are learning to trust the night again. May God keep watch while you sleep, and grant you rest.

You don’t have to worship where you’re not wanted.

Offering Compline this night for those who are allowed, at last, to stop proving themselves. May God meet you without expectation, and grant you rest.

A year ago today I was clothed in the habit of St. Benedict. Much has changed since then, but the importance of that day has not. I remain always grateful for a community willing to walk with me as I become the person our good Lord is calling me to be.

Offering Compline this night for those who are holding on to hope by their fingertips. May God steady your grip, and give you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who changed their mind about something important today. May God bless the courage it took, and give you rest.

Perth snow is elite. Pretty enough to feel magical, polite enough not to cancel your plans. Lochaber, take note.

Offering Compline this night for those who spent the day caring for others and forgot themselves. May God now care for you, and grant you rest.

Offering Compline this night for those who have carried more than was fair today. May God take what is heavy, and give you rest.

Blessed (possibly Third) Day of Epiphany to those of us who’ve belonged to so many traditions that Epiphany is less a date and more a vibe.

Offering Compline this night for those who are bracing themselves for tomorrow. May God loosen your grip, and give you peace for this night.