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I’d had a miscarriage about 3 weeks before I stood at the edge of a gorge in Queensland marvelling at its beauty. Up to that stage, the miscarriage had been the hardest thing I’d ever known, and tears were never very far away. (This was 20 years ago almost exactly).
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Been thinking on Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
An idea I’ve not actually done with Teen Team at church was to ask them each to bring a collection of items that represent themselves, their personalities, attributes, interests. The kinds of things they’d want their children and grandchildren to know were important about them.
Continue reading “Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh #1”
The most agonising sorrows I’ve ever felt have been for others… a little of me in there too, but mostly others. When I watched a particular message by Michael Card, and heard this song for the first time, my heart sang with relief to know my sleepless nights were because my heart had a taste of the sorrow of Messiah… the man spoken of in Isaiah. To know this sorrow was how He felt for me… incredible.
I know the roundabout of sorrowing for another and feeling like the specifics of the Psalms don’t fit my cries, but when I learned that lamenting is worship, at least when addressed to the Father, it felt so purposeful instead of so very fruitless.
Prayers are eternal. Not a single word ever dissipates into nothingness.
So once again, if anyone’s headed for a sleepless night, know that addressing our sorrows to Him is very much prayer… and very much worship when we know and trust His heart for us.
I love this song by Kristen Getty – but I love her reading at the beginning of this clip even more.
A snippet:
I have cried upon the steps that seem
Too steep for me to climb,
And I’ve prayed against a burden
I did not want to be mine.
But, here I am and this is where
You’re calling me to fight,
And You I will remember
Through the watches of the night
Last words are so important.
When my Grandma died, her last words were to Grandpa.
Continue reading “Last words”
Choose the correct answer. Then choose the one most likely for you to do.
And when they heard that The Lord was concerned about them and had seen their misery, they
a) bowed down and worshipped… (Exodus 4:31) … or
b) sat down and spat it big time saying “if you were real you’d never let anything bad happen and I’d be happy all the time therefore you’re not real” – never realising the madness of actually addressing such a figment of imagination. (Extrapolations 1:1)
Important Note: Extrapolations is not an actual book of the Bible. 🙂
Each of our names shows something about ourselves, our relationships, our gifts or quirks. I am Heather to most but Mum to some, Aunt to more, Hon to one, Mrs to many, Fred to siblings, Frazzle to brother, Bruce to a few from way back when, Heath to the other, Mumsamoo to oldest offspring, Boss to third, Mummy to smallest. Each is true but none is complete.
God is My Refuge and my Strength but that is not all.
He is My Redeemer but that is not all.
He is my light but that is not all.
He is my Song but that is not all.
He is my Comforter but that is not all.
He is a Consuming Fire but that is not all.
He is my Everpresent Help in Times of Trouble but that is not all.
He is Truth but that is not all.
He is the Rock but that is not all.
He is Creator but that is not all
He is The Husband of the widow but that is not all.
He is Father to the Fatherless but that is not all.
He is the Father of Lights but that is not all.
He is the Hope of Israel but that is not all.
He is Jehovah Jireh-Nissi-Ropheka-Tsidkeenu-and they are not all.
He is my Saviour, Healer, Judge, Friend, Maker, Lord most High and Holy One.
And I’m still getting to know Him.