I wasn't just making shrines. I was also offering up prayers.
Those who have remained living in Christchurch have been shaken hundreds of times since.
They have had to learn to live with instability.
Solid ground turned to liquid and we learned a new word.
This has happened in my life, not just once but several times. Maybe it's happened in yours too.
Prayer for Christchurch, four years on
May the stones of faith be reinstalled.
May the heart find its own resilience.
May a new order emerge, stronger than the one before.
May there be healing and holding.