I’ve gone months without internet at the flat (hence the reason for being so behind on updating this thing). Now that we have it again, it’s almost overwhelming. What? I can use the internet whenever I want? Imagine that!

Where do I begin? I have been learning so much. God has been really speaking, surprising me with out of the blue encounters and words like…

WATCH ME BLESS YOU

in the middle of a folk music concert. And there’s so much more. But I’ve been wondering lately, about this whole missions thing as a writer/artist. It feels strange sometimes that this could be called missions. But it is. Why is it?

because while I hope one day to make my living off my writing, I also hope even more to ignite change with my writing, to see people waking to their potential, their dreams, their destinies.

I keep feeling this ridiculously strong desire to belong here even more. I don’t want to be an outsider forever. I am praying for a way to belong, to become Scottish, really. And the only way I can see that really happening is marriage. But I also long to write for BBC, to write shows for the public and really make an impact in Britain as a storyteller… Britain, then the world.

Is it possible?

Not by my own strength. But boy am I praying. I am fighting. Feeling my warrior awake through words, creativity, faith and the discovery of a hope thought long lost.

This is madness.

We’re developing a film to shoot in October. And I really think that will be the start of something. Well, every day seems to be the start of something lately.

And not just another day. But the start of this life, the real thing. Destiny and desire fulfilling bit by bit, breath by breath.

God of wonders, do your thing.