This week I have literally put into practise what I preached. As the days passed, our son’s health continued to deteriorate and each day James’s words echoed in my mind.Read More
Some days are postcard perfect days. Then, every so often the weather turns. Unexpectedly, we walk out our door and we are confronted with hostility. Often, in these moments, if we look we can find hidden paths.Read More
Prayer has not always been at the top of my priority list. Oh, I would use it when I needed it. I would treat it as my Monopoly ‘get out of jail’ card. If I had a fight, or I was broke, or sick... and I felt trapped, unable to figure it out, I would whip out a quick and frustrated prayer. Then I would go on my merry way, simply hoping for the best. In all honesty, my expectations that I would see my prayers answered were feeble.Read More
I wonder if he felt the ache of the betrayal and rejection that was about to descend? The unfairness of the greatest moment on earth. I wonder if he hoped one would stay? Just one would hold true. His humanity would desire it, his divinity would surpass it.Read More
For a garden to flourish, the gardener must be alert to the seasons, and work within that season to gain the most from it. At times we can rebel against this, wishing it were summer when it is winter. However, we miss the significance of the moment, and our significance to the moment, when we ignore the present.Read More
I have witnessed the church move in beauty and grace, fulfilling its purpose on this earth in the most divine manner. I have also witnessed it in the deeps of despair – lost and wandering in such a way that the world seems more enticing.Read More
In this baby is proof that God’s word is true and can be trusted. In this baby is certainty of hope that every prayer ever offered up has been heard and that there is a solution on the way. Peace is possible, restoration ready, and reconciliation waiting, all because of this baby.Read More
I did it. I opened my mouth and the words came out as fast as a bullet leaving the chamber of a gun. And I knew I never should have cocked the trigger, but there I stood, my self-righteousness the smoking gun of evidence to my failing.
It would be easy to justify myself; deep down I meant no harm. The words erupted from a place of hurt and disappointment. It was an unhealed wound that loaded the weapon. I can be forgiven for that, can’t I?Read More
My son is six and he is determined.
He is determined to do life his way. For example, when we are crossing the road and I ask him to hold my hand, he will immediately fold his arms, stick his chest out and walk across the road without a glance my way.
One day, when I was at my wits end, I said to him (ok, maybe yelled) “Why can’t you just OBEY ME?”Read More
I could see her eyes dancing as she began to imagine the explosions of colour that she would apply to the flat, lifeless, black and white markings. With each stroke of her colour-filled tools, creation would be born, life breathed, as she coloured the spaces between the illustrator’s designs.Read More