Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I shall not be shaken. My salvation and my honour depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your… Continue reading 9 truths that quiet my soul in quarantine
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A Different Perspective
How I miss the days before social media. I feel that I need to insert an obligatory 'yes, it is a great way to keep in touch with people and it has other benefits and I am probably not going to delete my accounts'. The very fact that I am able to share this blog… Continue reading A Different Perspective
Ropes, rocks and resurrection
Have you ever participated in a tug of war? I think the closest I have come to a tug of war is pulling a Christmas cracker in the hope that I will get the joke, the gift inside and the bigger bit of cracker. A full on tug of war is a 'sport that directly… Continue reading Ropes, rocks and resurrection
Unfollowed but not unfriended
I enjoy social media. My favourite has to be Twitter - I even have a Twitter picture on my wall (my bedroom wall, not Facebook wall... when did a wall become something more than a wall? I've said 'wall' to much). Twitter is my guilty pleasure and it is a fun time waster. I like… Continue reading Unfollowed but not unfriended
Two questions I don’t like to answer
In the culture that I live in, there are two questions that I have struggled to answer in recent years. I know that people don't ask these questions to be malicious (I don't think...), but these are common questions that get bounced around often in social circles. Let's kick off with... 'What do you do?'… Continue reading Two questions I don’t like to answer
Crying out for a new song
Can you hear my cry? It feels as if you are silent. Do you notice the anguish of the ones I love? It looks like they have been forgotten. Do you look on as one challenge piles onto another challenge, and then turn your face away? It seems as if you may be preoccupied whilst… Continue reading Crying out for a new song
A Rubbish Story
On the desk where I do most of my writing, there is a pink table-top waste bin. It was a gift. Who else has been given a bin as a gift? At face value (and yes, it does have a face) it didn't look like much. However, this bin is a daily reminder that value… Continue reading A Rubbish Story
What Goes On Behind Closed Doors
Are there people in your life that you feel you can share everything with, warts and all? Like a tree in winter, can you expose your branches of heartache, sin, fears, doubts, thoughts and everything in between to that person or group? If you have an accountability partner, do you tell them absolutely everything in… Continue reading What Goes On Behind Closed Doors
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