The wonder through the rain, murk and general gloom of this dark December day:

Talking about hope in small group this morning, musing on light in the dark, what Joy really means and praying for our crazy world. Delighting in the God who raised up the voice of a woman in a time when no-one else did, enjoying a God full of tender mercy.

Productive work chats, deeply glad of the people who have joined our lovely team recently.

Voting. The wonder at least of having a voice, of not being born over 100 years ago and the freedom to live out the value of being a woman.