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Psalm 25 grabbed hold of me a few days ago.
I’ve read and reread it.
Listened to it several times.
Searched for songs based on it –
– and had already decided to write about it verse by verse when, today it came up as part of a homework question in a book I’m reading along with some friends.
Here is one of my homework answers 🙂
Continue reading “Psalm 25 for reals”
Once upon a time there was a girl who repented, and determined to never again fail her Lord in the manner of presuming upon His later forgiveness.
Problem was that her white knuckled determination to do the right thing became its own heavy yoke.
She forgot her Jesus wanted to share His strength to her so she soldiered and she soldiered until one day –
– she couldn’t.
And then she saw Him waiting to share. And she let Him.
Now her repentance says something like:
“Oh Lord I’m sorry.
I can’t undo [ – fill in the blank -] and I can’t not need your blood regardless of how I try to put things right, or work at living right.
Whatever you say now… I want to do.
I want to hear you.
My resolutions and determined ways of pleasing you might even have made me miss what you were saying.
My resolutions and determined ways of making sure I didn’t disappoint you were a distraction – and a weight you didn’t mean for me.
Oh Lord, thankyou for waiting.
I want to hear and be where your Life Words are”.
🚫 AntiLight
🚫 AntiFreedom
🚫 AntiTruth
🚫 AntiLove
What if you took out a piece of paper and a pen?
What if you look inside and then wrote down the lies you tell yourself?
How do you recognise lies that live in the dark?
Continue reading “Lies”
Which kind of “why” is your friend asking?
Grief?
Frustration?
Dead end?
Desperation?
Statement?
Curiosity?
Desire?
I was reading through some old journals when I came to something beautiful I’d written down – that Rod had said a little over a year ago – in reference to our eldest son who is due to graduate Shalom House on Saturday this week.
This is the quote – “Cal is in an oasis which will become a garden…”
Continue reading “Oasis”
Hey there! Just letting you know I havent fallen off the planet during Covid! What an odd time it’s been for all (at the mild end of that spectrum) and for me, the slow down of life was rather wonderful, and part of that has resulted in much thought about what to maintain from the slow-down, and what to put back in place.
The bulk of this post is in graphics form, and was prepared for a discussion in a small gathering of friends as things began opening up again and it was discovered that some of us felt a bit rebellious about the previous level of busy-ness. (The ladies that came were those who commented within a specific thread on my Facebook page). I had been going to add explanatory notes between the graphics but have decided you can use them as your own thought prompts, rather than me stepping them through – because things other than time management are primary on my heart today so that is my time management choice to honour that 😉
I remember the headlights cutting through the rain and fog and I remember screaming. I remember waking up to ambulance lights flashing intermittently through the night and hearing my name called. I remember the pricklebush under me and a vague annoyance that no one would move me off it.
Continue reading “A time to shed”
When the nurse showed me the speci-jar containing the gall stones they’d removed – they were exactly the colour of gravel with similar shapes in graded in sizes as they’d nested alongside each other as they grew for many years… the size of conkers all the way down to a dehydrated pea. When our kids teacher brought hers to school for the kindy kids post-surgery, they were all pea sized and gravel coloured. When a friend had hers out – they were chick-pea size, faceted, greenish/brownish, similar sized – and pretty – like beads!
Would I have worn them?
Continue reading “Body Jewellery”
I’m not much of an outdoorsy person nor much of a pet/animals person so spending time on an uncles farm as a kid had very clear boundaries of interest/tolerance to me. I was always happy to go see cousins but one of the main functions of the farm was the pig shed which to me had an aromatic ‘do not cross this line’ force-field around it which I neverevereverever could pass though. Even eating bacon (which I love) beyond a certain thickness has associative memories of steak-thick bacon at breakfast on the farm = pig shed smell/bacon origins, that I cannot cross to this day.
Continue reading “From Offence to Fragrance”