Weβve all heard the expression, βtoo many cooks spoil the broth,β right?
ZoΓ« broke my heart one afternoon.Β Two of her wee friends had decided that she wasnβt worth including that day.
βLucy and Emily* said I was boring,β she told me, in a defiant tone, but with eyes that searched for reassurance, and her upper lip still quivering with rejection.
It felt like someone was stabbing my heart (Iβm sure all you parents have been there!), but I tried to keep my response lighthearted.
βWell, what do you think? Were they right?Β
βNo, because Iβm not boring.β
βAh. Well thatβs that sorted then! It didnβt feel nice, but you know itβs not true, right? So you donβt need to worry about it anymore.β
That seemed to satisfy her, and off she bounded, her happy self again. But she still relives that moment every so often, with the same sadness filling her expression as she remembers.Β
The moment when there wasnβt room.

Have you ever felt or been told there wasnβt room for you? That people didn’t know what to do with you? That no one noticed you? That no one thought you were worth inviting?
ZoΓ«βs wonderful teacher has a great rule for her class that I think we could all do with living by.Β
βWe are all friends here. We donβt have to play together, but thereβs space for everyone to play.β
Thereβs space for everyone to play.Β
What a great rule for all of lifeβs classrooms: our families, our communities, our churches, our organisations and our workplaces.Β
What if there was always room?
- Room to develop
- Room to grow
- Room to celebrate each otherβs strengths
- Room to allow for mistakes and weaknesses
- Room to be real without being judged
I often dream of a world where thereβs always room. Where thereβs always space to play.Β

A world where another personβs beauty and talent does not mean an absence or lessening of your own.Β
A world where no one feels threatened, belittled, compared, left out, or rejected.Β
A world where everyone is friends; not in a claustrophobic, possessive way, but in the sense of a willingness to welcome others into the space we inhabit.
That world we will see someday in full colour. Jesus said, ‘In my fatherβs house, there are many rooms.’ Thereβll be room in heaven for all of us to live, laugh, love, worship and serve.Β
But for now, letβs look around.Β
- Who can we give space to grow?
- Who can we encourage?
- Who can we invite in?
- Who can we include?
- Who can we celebrate?
I know Iβm an idealist. But maybe itβs realistic to hope to witness fewer moments in this life where there isnβt room.Β
H x
*The names used above are substitutes for the real ones.


Totally inspired by this. Iβm thinking in retrospect β for she gave birthday to her son in a feeding trough, in a manger because there was no ROOM for them in the in.
Years down the live this king still seeks a room in the heart of me . … I stand at the door and knock if any one opens the door of the heart I will come in.
Iβm wishing like you to see a world where there is always room first for Him then for one another .
That beautiful space to
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space to grow
encourage
invite in
include
celebrateβ
Lord start with me.
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Praise, I think we are on the same page here. There may not have been room at the inn, but the King of glory handled it majestically.
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Hi. You won’t remember me but I remember you as one of the bridesmaids at Rebekah Robinson’s wedding with my daughter Alice.
My friend Jayne Rossborough sent me your beautiful song Sanctuary which I passed on as a blessing to my sister in hospital.
Checked out the blog and love it!
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Hi Gladys! I do indeed remember you π and beautiful Alice too. Thank you so much for this lovely encouragement, on both accounts. Great to connect again, and I didnβt realise you knew Jayne! Small world. You can follow the blog and get posts straight to your inbox twice a week if you want easy access to the content β€οΈ
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