Could you imagine life without music?
Continue reading “Eternity song”Proclaiming His Death – to whom?
I got curious about the word ‘proclaim’ when it leapt out at me during a Communion service some years ago so I did some thinking and searching… This section was where my attention was grabbed:
Continue reading “Proclaiming His Death – to whom?”Before she was known
Miss T has to take an object along to talk about in her Communication group next week. Sounds a bit like telling ‘news’ but couched differently for older kids. 🙂 She told me she was planning to take either her snow globe or Remy the rat from Ratatouille. Both were presents from her globe-trotting biggest sister Loon. Well OK – Lauren.
Continue reading “Before she was known”Tilly
Oh Tilly
How did I know you but – Not?
How did I look in your smiling eyes
And not see the pain behind?
How did we talk so long and so deep
But still not deep enough?
It is for freedom
I have been thinking a lot about the difference and overlap between the need for redemption and the need for forgiveness.
The transaction at that fateful tree, transferred the birthright of all Eves children from the Kingdom of Light, to the Kingdom of Darkness when she believed and acted on the persuasions of an upstart Prince – over the presence, blessing and promises of the King of All.
Continue reading “It is for freedom”Would I die for you?
If a child of yours needed a kidney, or bone marrow, and yours was a match, you would do it wouldn’t you?… Recently in a bit of a health scare for a child of ours (make that a health issue in which I got scared – it doesn’t take much to go from 0-10 in my scale of potential for disaster) I found myself thinking – if I could take this for them, instead of them – I would.
Continue reading “Would I die for you?”Mother of all the living
What do you see in this picture? It isn’t my style and wouldn’t have caught a second glance from me except for its title and secondly, for the expression on each of the faces. Each of these things pulled me deeper in.
Continue reading “Mother of all the living”Gran’ma and her prayers
I only have one memory of spending one on one time with my Gran’ma. I have heaps and heaps of wider family memories, but just the one with her by myself. I must have been in primary school at the time as I was left with her for the day while I was sick and Mum had to go do something. I was looking at a piece of her handwriting and noticed the differences between her style of cursive and my own. I loved the old fashioned ‘f’s’ and ‘t’s’ and ‘r’s’ in particular and got her to show me how to form them. She sat so patiently with me and showed me over and over and over how to do them, until I got the flow of it and from that day forward, I started incorporating what she taught me into the way I wrote. The extra curls and swirls were much more artistic than the way that I knew.
Continue reading “Gran’ma and her prayers”The mind and heart of a babe
I first recognized that a baby knows it has a spirit when watching our first little one be fascinated by her hands as they floated by her face at just a few months of age. These foreign objects? What are they? Where did they come from? What are they to do with me? KNOWING the true ‘me’ is inside.
Continue reading “The mind and heart of a babe”Last words
Last words are so important.
When my Grandma died, her last words were to Grandpa.
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