Easter contemplative colouring


I have been busy drawing some brand new Easter colouring designs which I am excited to share here as free printables.

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We use the designs here at home, enjoying time colouring in and talking together responding to the words. I know some have been used in schools, youth groups and church small groups. Thank you for your feedback, it’s an encouragement to know the designs are being useful – and enjoyed!

This week we have also spontaneously made an ‘Easter joy’ garland for the kitchen from some artificial flowers that we unexpectedly acquired. I had some wooden heart cut outs waiting in the wings for the right moment too so they have come our to join in. We thought about hope-full words that help us describe the wonder of the gift of Jesus’ death and coming alive again. Words like: rescued, forgiven, love, peace, joy, saviour…


Easter Joy garland


The garlands came together quite quickly, lots of the flower stems were wired and could bend and twist around the previous one. Some needed extra wire around them to keep them in place, but not many. Then I simply attached some string on either end (I made it in two halves) so I could hang it up on our existing hooks that I use for all kinds of bunting throughout the year. The wooden hearts were easily coloured with sharpies, and I hope to tie them into the garland with some Easter coloured ribbons when we’ve finished – in time to help us celebrate on Easter Day.


We usually plan an Easter egg hunt in the garden too, and this year I have come across this lovely idea on ‘Bless this mess please’ for an Easter Day walk and scavenger hunt looking for things that are visual and tactile reminders of the story.




comfort zone


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In our household we talk about retreating to our ‘caves’ – the little cosy, personal spaces that are our escape places to retreat to and shut the world out of. They are not actually dark, or particularly cave-like at the moment but they have been at times; tents, dens, hidden corners under beds – even under sofa cushions, duvets or in kitchen cupboards at times. Safe ‘dark caves’ are actually really important. We need times where we can relax, guard down and know we are safe and all is well even if only for a short time.

Being ‘out of your comfort zone’ – being in situations, or doing tasks that are really challenging for you can be so tiring. I have been reminded of it this week. It was my turn to lead the singing at the toddler group – something I have been doing in different toddler groups for years yet still very out of my comfort zone! Without fail I come away from those few minutes feeling tired and drained. Context is everything isn’t it, I have sung with my own children, nieces and nephews since forever. How different it feels in a room full of expectant little ones – and their carers.

Yesterday I had a big out-of-my-comfort-zone day. It was an RE ethical debate for the year 10’s at secondary school, and I had been invited (and had willingly agreed I might add!) to be part of the panel giving my views on abortion, euthanasia and faith schools and then ready to answer questions afterwards. Exciting, invigorating, inspiring questions and insights from the students alongside shaking hands and legs and racing heart! I was in need of a darkened room once it had finished! But felt pleased to have taken part. Having the chance to explore different points of view, different faith beliefs and the complexity of these tough ethical questions is so vital. I’m always so thankful that these kinds of debates were always opened up for us around the table at home growing up and that we were always encouraged in finding our own thoughts and listening to the viewpoint of others.

On days where shaking hands and legs, and a racing heart are a big part of the experience a safe retreat space is needed. I would hazard a guess this is a daily experience for many autistic people facing situations, contexts and tasks that are challenging day in day out.

I spent some time at toddlers enjoying studying the church ceiling with a little one who I suspect was escaping to a safe retreat place for a few minutes, away from the noise and happy bustle of the large group (T does the same sometimes – often through a camera lens). We can find retreat spaces even in the most unexpected. Different places giving us that much needed rest at different times. Our loving Father God knows we need these retreat spaces. He offers himself as a hiding place for us. His presence the ultimate safe space of retreat. And just like we fill our cozy caves with things that we need to calm, and refresh us, God our Father’s presence is full to overflowing with love, faithfulness, acceptance and peace for us.

‘..hide me in the shadow of your wings’ (Ps 19:8 NIV)



‘Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,

and I will give you rest’. (Mt 11:28)

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
 I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress,
    my God, in whom I trust.’


He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. (Psalm 91: 1,2,4)

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DIY sensory scripture glitter frame


I have been seeing a lot of pictures around that have an inspirational quote in the background and room for a heap of free flowing sequins and glitter in front. They’re great, quite mesmerizing. The sequins make a great soft sound as they move around, are quite responsive to your moving of the frame. And there’s the fun of covering the words and revealing them.

I began wondering about the idea of putting together one of my own (or maybe a few) where the words are from the Bible. It could be reflective, perhaps even meditative. So I chose a cheap box frame making sure it was the kind with a gap between the picture and the glass/perspex. I went for a soft green and then headed home pondering what words.


Andrew suggested ‘my cup overflows’ from Psalm 23, imagining the glitter ‘overflowing’ from a cup as it moved around the frame, great idea so i grabbed my pens and paper and started to play with the words. Eventually ending up on warm primrose yellow paper, and put together in a design with words from Lamentations as well which began running through my mind as I drew.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. (Lam 3:22 NIV)

In many translations this verse emphasizes the way that God’s mercy and love last forever, as the next verse goes on to spell out ‘they are new every morning, great is his faithfulness!’. But it is this particular translation that I must have learnt as a child, and I love the way it speaks of the power and strength of God’s love and mercies – they are gutsy, rescuing.

Once I was happy with my design I then had a happy half hour with B sifting through our collections of little pots of sparkly, stick-on things in the craft box picking out gold, bronze and some little sea glass green beads. The frame needed some hot glue to seal the ‘box’ part against the perspex so the sequins can’t slip out, and again to seal the back once I was happy everything was in place. All that’s left to do is enjoy, and be reminded of the love and mercy that flow from God making my life full-to-overflowing, blessed. And that those very verses come from a book of lament, and a psalm about walking through the valley of the shadow of death needing God’s protection!


Ideas for using the sensory scripture frame:

  • simply as a quiet reflection focal point, calm space to listen to what God is reminding you about.
  • as a memory verse, cover and uncover sections of the design (or whatever verse you have used) trying to say the whole of the verse each time.
  • with a design like mine that doesn’t have the full verse written out, use it as a starting place for going on a treasure hunt for the full verses together. find the words you do have and look them up. Read the verses before and after.
  • one of the verses I have used is picture language; think about the meaning of the metaphor. Get a cup and fill it to overflowing with water, rice or cereal. What happens when it overflows? Do we usually pour stuff into something until it overflows? When would we? Does that same kind of ‘overflowing’ process ever happen in our life? How could God ‘pour’ something into our life as if it were a cup that could overflow? And what would he pour in?

counting chickenpox

Ah well, what would a half term holiday be without chickenpox! I don’t know what we would have done without the constant need to count spots (‘pox’ as T prefers to call them), the application of creams and lotions, the extra bath times to try and keep the itching manageable – not to mention the all night itching entertainment!


When A had chickenpox for the second time he was in reception class, and we made a chart and recorded the number of spots everyday and how many of those were new. Then his class teacher would get a phone call with the new numbers each day – a whole class project! Somehow the counting made us feel a little more in control.


T had heard this tale told many times so of course a chart had to be drawn up. She went the extra mile and wanted different parts of the body counted separately and recorded to see the spread. Interestingly she saw that it seemed to spread down one whole side of her body and then concentrate on the other side. We have seen how the number of new spots was really big for the first three days and has then (thankfully) subsided getting fewer every day since. Yesterday we ‘let her out’ for the first time since getting to the holiday apartment we are staying in, and we had some fresh air and a short walk to the shop for some more distractions.


Being kept inside, and not at home with all the usual toys and ‘things to do’ has involved quite a bit of energy and resourcefulness. Baking, drawing, jigsaws, magazines, minecraft, sims, making paper dolls and playing hide and seek with them; making a plastic drink bottle doll using colourful plastic shopping bags to cut clothes out of. People watching from the window, bird counting in the trees near the window. We have made pulley systems to move small vets and their animals up the mountain (stairs) and back… and up and back… We have crocheted little jackets and scarfs for the little family of rabbits she brought with her, and read (and bought more supplies) lots of fairy books. We have taught T how to play happy families, and have had a go at a game we picked up here called ‘WoBally’ which has proved very funny.

Last night as T was yet again very distressed getting off to sleep she was saying in desperation she didn’t even know a big enough number to be able to count her ‘horrible pox’. Swiftly followed by ‘What is the biggest number Mummy?’, so we had a discussion about how no matter what new name for huge numbers we could ever come up with we could always then add 1 more! In our reading last night we were allowed to explore how huge numbers can be and how we cannot even begin to feel in charge when it comes to knowing the grains of sand, or the number of stars in the universe – but that God does! And what’s even more amazing is that the number of times he thinks of us in love and kindness is an even greater number!! What an encouragement..


Pleased to say she’s on the mend… though she is tired out and the spots are determined to stay itchy as they scab over and heal. So for the last couple of days we are hoping to all get out together to explore, walk by the river, visit a museum and have a film night before we head back home.


looking for joy


Looking for joy can sometimes feel like looking for signs of spring in winter, or signs of new life in the desert. Anxiety, depression, stress, sleep deprivation, lack of self care, niggly illnesses all add up to a kind of numb weariness that continually ebbs and flows. A physiological vicious cycle.

Lent is good – it’s not just me taking time to visit the desert and acknowledge that desert times are a part of faith-filled living. 

Some weeks I ask myself what does joy look like – I often think it must look different to me than for others. I struggle with it to be honest. It seems over-demanding, too energetic, in my face; too bright. How can a word, a concept evoke that kind of avoidance within me? How can such a tiny word make me feel so inadequate, so full of failure. As a Christian I know I’m supposed to have an endless supply of joy, yet I am not good at taking hold of it or holding onto it, or perhaps sometimes even spotting it in the first place, and other times fear gets in the way of even going near it – whatever it is!

 ….the Lord made the heavens.

 Splendor and majesty are before him;

strength and joy are in his dwelling place.

Ascribe to the Lord, all you families of nations,
    ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. (1 Chronicles 16:26-28 NIV)

The one definition of joy that I have felt I can grab hold of I came across on social media of all places: ‘Joy is peace dancing’.

Peace that passes understanding, that does not depend on my circumstances or ability to achieve it. Peace that is a gift from God, the gift of being accepted and belonging with God who can carry the weight of the universe – and me – in the palm of his hand. Whose love is stronger than death itself, who can handle all that life can throw at me. That peace – dancing. That may not look like the joy that the world talks about but to me that resonates deeply. That joy is moments of quiet rest in the safety of the hollow of his hand, looking into his face and smiling back, and letting my heart dance, free in his presence. Here joy is not a demand, or something to find the energy to achieve, it’s simply present and tangible and without expectations. And maybe from here I can get more practiced at spotting this joy as it spills out of God’s hand into our lives – he is a God of miracles after all!



drawing by T this week which showed me joy

“May we shout for joy over your victory and lift up our banners in the name of our God.” (Psalm 20:5)

Looking for joy in the barren places does have it’s advantages – when I spot it, grab it and hold on for dear life before it slips away – it holds a beauty and God-giveness precisely because it is so very unexpected. Like the wonder of crocuses and snowdrops standing tall and confident of spring despite the snow and howling wind.