Inspire Comic Strips

Youth GroupJeremiah 1:7

For the young believer who can say it easily online and goes quiet at school, this refuses to grade the silence and hands back the fact that the sending already happened.

The Corridor Is Not a Test

Messages

A Nap and Something to Eat

A Year Where Nothing Moved

The Guest You Have Never Been

He Said Her Name Twice

The Back Row Is Not the Cheap Seats

You Set Your Own Alarm

You Still Say the Name

The Corridor Is Not a Test

Every Service, and Almost None of Them

The Size of the Thing You Still Hope For

The Seat Nobody Fights You For

The Language Your Heart Prays In

The Room You Have Never Sat In

You Are Not Being Kept for Later

The Prayer That Got Shorter

Where the Underlining Stops

Nobody Was Holding Auditions

The Warmth Goes Off at the Roundabout

The Family That Means To

Nobody Thanks You for a Warm Room

The Place You Say You Go To

The Word for Still Being Here

She Thought He Worked There

Every Saturday Night, the Same Conversation

Your Mouth Gets There Before You Do

The Fridge Door Runs the House Now

The Face People Make

Nobody Showed Me the Shape of It

Two Seconds With Your Eyes Open

The Hope You Keep Under Your Breath

The Other Key

The Question You Stopped Asking

He Had His Answer Ready

Somebody Was in My Seat

He Made Himself a Little Shelter

Four Is Not a Verdict

Fluent in the Room, Quiet in the Car

He Only Asked for What They Already Had

They Were Not Even Mean About It

Doing the Whole Thing Twice

Fine, Thanks, and You?

The Advice I Have Never Taken

Twenty Years in Your Own Handwriting

Gone Before the Car Park

Seven Days and Nobody Said a Word

The Small List

Three Hundred and Fifty Ordinary Years

The Ten Minutes in the Car

Bored Is Not the Same as Gone

Everybody Comes and Nobody Suggests

Sorry to Bother You, But

The Hour She Went for Water

The Answer That Came for Somebody Else

Eleven Years and Never the Last Ten Minutes

Ruth's Hands at Four in the Afternoon

The Story You Could Tell in Your Sleep

Eleven Years of Fridays

Both of Them Are You

The Tin Was Never the Ticket

When Hope and Habit Look the Same

Somebody Has to Do the Cups

The Song You Can Sing Without Feeling It

You Asked a Real One

The Best Part Is Before Anybody Comes

By the Time You Sit Down

The Prayer You Have Worn Smooth

Breakfast Was Already Cooking

The Thing You Stopped Mentioning

The Ceiling Tile You Always Find

The Lunch Was Already in the Crowd

Two Sets of Everything

The Line You Never Typed

You Came on Your Own Again

The Amen Arrives Three Seconds Late

The Place You Still Lay

The Extra Leaf in the Table

Nothing Untrue and Nothing New

You Know Which Gate Sticks