Desire, Destination and a Next Step (part one)
I feel itchy.
Not the kind of itch that sits on your skin, annoyingly begging to be scratched. It’s the kind of itch that is present just enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s invisible, so scratching it is almost impossible. It’s uncomfortable enough to keep my attention, to keep me feeling discontent enough to not forget the itch. I long for it to be gone. To soothe the discontent. I just can’t seem to find the right salve. But I know the discontent is a symptom of the deeper dis-ease of desire. My soul is hungry for change. I just don’t know what change that is….
It's been awhile....
That’s an understatement.
Life has evolved and morphed in so many ways. Both good ways and challenging ways and I’ve been learning to settle in to a new norm, a new pattern, a new dynamic.
Lesson Three: Who am I to think I can get away with my disobedience effecting only me?
In really simple terms, my disobedience cost me more because the sandwich I purchased was $7 versus the cost of a coffee for $4. It cost me more because there were a number of people eating lunch close by when I went to give Graeme his sandwich who would have seen Graeme’s rejection of my offer, versus earlier in the morning no one being around (there’s also a lesson to be learned in doing things in secret for the glory of God versus in the open for the praise and adoration of men).
Why I Wrote Single Me...
I wanted to take some time, in light of the impending release of this book, to share with you why I wrote “Single Me.”
Hey Single Girl, How'd You Go Yesterday?
Hey Single Girl,
How’d you go yesterday?
Was it as hard as you thought it would be?
I Went To The Beach Today...
Death is painful and hard. It brings despair and tears, brokenness and hopelessness. It is full of fear. It signifies the end of something or someone. There is a lot not to like about death.
A Response To Covid-19
There is a lot of information swirling, much like the steam from my coffee, about Covid-19. There is no denying it’s presence. Some of the information is helpful, some of it is not. And I won’t deny that I have been judgemental towards some people’s response to the information that we are being fed. I have been surprised at the way we so quickly defaulted to a “every man for himself” after the unifying experience of the bushfires. How quickly we can turn on each other.
The Archives: How Daring Is Your Faith?
“Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”
In that command is a challenge, a question- do you trust me enough? Do you believe that I have come to bring good to your life and not to harm you? In those eight words, Jesus dares us to have a faith that is bigger than the circumstances we see around us. He dares us to believe that the great I Am is who He says He is.
Could You Leave Me With A Scar?
So when I look at this scar and I see beauty and ugliness. I see love and pain all in one image. The pain of scars serves as a reminder, but we get to choose what it reminds us of…
Feel The Fear...
“Feel the fear and do it anyway.” Every time I read this phrase or say it out loud I envisage a breath being drawn in and then exhaled right where the word “and” appears. It’s as though this word is the turning point. Things change, right there, in “…and….”.
Feel The Fear...
“Feel the fear and do it anyway.” Every time I read this phrase or say it out loud I envisage a breath being drawn in and then exhaled right where the word “and” appears. It’s as though this word is the turning point. Things change, right there, in “…and….”.