Then He said to them, “My soul is very sad and deeply grieved, so that I am almost dying of sorrow. Stay here and keep awake and keep watch with Me.” *** I will not indulge to scratch the itch on insignificant toe; the prickle grows. To luxury should I demand to cling? I will …
Carpet, or floorboards? [Thoughts on making way for the beauty of doubt]
This post was originally published over four years ago [edited now only slightly for fluency and clarity], when I first ventured to put words to my thoughts about my questioning. At the time I felt like it was a really new thing, to question the faith of my youth, or express doubts about what I …
Margins
Whirlwind week, it feels like. Though I think my definition of ‘busy’ is absolutely eons behind some other parents’. Perhaps it’s just that trying to re-train my sluggish brain has been more taxing than I anticipated, but today, Thursday Morning, after less than a week being mindful of my 2014 themes I was already feeling …
2014
Please forgive the rambling below. I just had to get some words out. There are a lot of CAPITAL LETTERS, I don’t know what came over me. ***** Well, here I sit, glass of wine on one side and my gorgeous seven-month-old baby on the other, barely believing it is two thousand and fourteen already. …
egg
Earlier this week we had to kill one of our three chickens. Well, I say we, but it was Nathan who did it. Wringing an animal’s neck is not something I’m keen to add to my list of accomplishments just yet. She was attacked the previous morning in the early hours between five and six, …
Fire
This post is part of Addie Zierman’s synchroblog to celebrate the release of her book “When We Were on Fire”: “…a funny, heartbreaking story of untangling oneself from cliché in search of a faith worth embracing. It’s a story for anyone who has ever felt alone in a crowded church. For the cynic. The doubter. …
Ballast
I am a balloon drifting in-between limitless, frightening, untameable sky wild with possibility and peril. Firm, broken, fertile earth welcoming, anchoring, the comfort of gravity and a soft place to land. Drifting in the tension of elements heaving ever upwards away from safety to unknown (adventure?) and the gentle, forceful, weight of pure physics keeping …
Candle
Ten thoughts: i. Writing by candlelight is not nearly as romantic and inspiring as it sounds. ii. I am so very afraid of revealing myself. iii. I have a deep longing to be known – to have those I love know me fully. iv. The dim, flickering light makes it difficult …
Sorted
“Did you ever think you would have it all sorted by the time you were thirty?” So I asked a friend of mine a number of weeks ago now. I remember being in my early twenties thinking that thirty seemed an absolute age away (I know all you well-over-thirties are having a good chuckle at …
Pyjamas
When did you last go out in your pyjamas? I’m going to bet it wasn’t too recently, and if it was, I’m going to guess that it’s not a regular occurrence! (Totally open to being proven wrong on this point, and I look forward to hearing your amusing tales). I’m sitting here writing in my …
