Author: Rod Marshall

One of the positives from being incapacitated and not finishing the restoration upstairs was that I had some money left to employ someone to finish off the re-glazing of the doors of the French windows in our dining room. Earlier this … Read more

I suspect that most of us have a predisposition to want more in life. Presently, I want more time to work. I had a minor surgery last month, and as a result, I am still not finished with the refurbishment that I undertook over two months … Read more

Recently, I wrote about how God healed my body quickly while renovating my bathroom. Praise be to God! Now it is my turn to find that this is not always the case. After doing too much cleaning on the caravan roof, my body gave up and … Read more

From years of water leakage, the floor of my upstairs ensuite bathroom was rotten under the shower. I removed the ceiling, walls, and floor, and the room became an empty shell with a toilet. I have now insulated the ceiling, replaced the … Read more

Life in the garden is always on the move, seen and unseen. Animals lie dormant and then wake up, seeds are sown and come to life, and caterpillars change into butterflies and deposit their eggs. Meanwhile, a text message tells me that a … Read more

Recently, I was in town to visit a shop to get a repair done in the arcade [shopping centre], but I was a bit early, so to pass the time, I went elsewhere in the mall to find a well-known discount store to see if there was anything of … Read more

In my early years, errors of judgement and traumas of life evoked strong emotional responses in me. Oppressive forces latched onto and hid behind the sin, guilt, and shame. These were external entities that were seeking to damage and … Read more

For nearly eight years, the seal between the double glazing on two of our windows has been broken, and condensation has progressively clouded the internal side of the glass and our view into the garden. Also, the old style of window is a … Read more

My wife Caroline recently reminded me of a story given to her by her dad, Kirk, when she was visiting him in the hospital. It was about one of the other patients who was in the same ward and how he had come to be there. Apparently, the … Read more

Recently, I sat in church next to my eldest daughter, Hannah, and her daughter, Anastasia, who was sitting on her mother's knee whilst eating with her hands. I thought, *I am glad my time has passed to get involved with those sticky … Read more