Just Stuff

When my boys were in Junior school, we lived only a ten minute walk away. I would wait in the school grounds with other parents for them until they ran or trudged out at the end of their day and then, having crossed a busy road, we’d walk along the leafy pavements home carrying book bags, PE kit, and cello case.

It was a familiar routine – as was the ensuing conversation:

“So how was your day?”


“What did you do today?”


“What sort of stuff?”

“Just stuff.”

In many ways, this blog is ‘just stuff’ – musings and poems sparked by common everyday experiences. But, like my boys’ school days, underneath the ordinary there is a treasure trove of feeling, learning, and meaning. And, as a Christian, I believe God is as interested and involved in the minutiae of our lives as much as any grand schemes.

Recently I reached a significant birthday and began to question God about the purpose of the rest of my life. I want to be able to look back on my life and know that my time and energy were well spent; that, having left thoughts of changing the world with a cure for cancer or an international peace agreement behind, I still made a difference; that my small world was better for my being in it; that my time was not wasted but each moment filled with life, God’s Life.

I want to know that my life doesn’t end up insignificant ‘just stuff’. Stuff matters. And my stuff is God’s stuff.

So here’s my small attempt at reflecting on the stuff life is made of, underpinned by the One who made both the life and the stuff.


(‘Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.’ Benjamin Franklin)


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