The new year comes to us, ready yet or not. While we may prefer to burrow deep into the old. The new year comes, with untold stories to unfold. And dreams that might bear fruit, if we’re bold. To open the door to infinite possibility. To recall what a blank canvas can...
Should we not give ourselves, that which we would not fail to feel for another? Compassion. Understanding. Willingness to suffer, alongside. So sit with your sorrowing self. Hold your own shaking hand. Feel the strength that you can impart, from one palm to the other....
If ‘Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul’, then too many knocks and trials can tend to make it fall. And for a moment we can wonder where hope has fled, when the dark clouds shield the sun, and our dreams die unrealised. When our 'Plan A’s' become...
Without love, who would I be? It does more than cover a multitude of sins. It puts up a mirror. It shows me the self that, in Him I’ve always been.The person whom, without love, I could never believe myself to be… Without His love reminding me, of the beauty he sees...
Why are we so afraid to lose? To surrender back to Him what has always been His.Is it because we think we will not care in this certain way again? Or is it that we’re afraid there will be a day, that we don’t remember them; and it will then be clear, that it was only...
Time moves on, while we wish we could hold it still. Expand it to retrieve each precious morsel. But nothing still holds its worth. Its value in the passing, and the measuring of its gift. Held in freeze frame,it would only stagnate and shrink. A still pool reflecting...
Jesus, our way to the Father, a path alight with his love. Paved with unconditional acceptance, inlaid with promises from above. Come walk the way to the Father. The journey, though it’s not far at all, asks from us trust and vulnerability. It needs us to open a door....
The clouds. I watch them change. From pink to purple, to yellow, to silver. And I notice that, whatever their hue, though they may change to grey, and reflect the sombre shade, of my heart. I still see the blue, behind them still. And the blue. The blue remains....
Can we capture the love of God As a smile is caught on camera? Can we capture the light of God As a moth is confined in a jam jar? Can we capture the flood of his great mercy, Or rein in the fullness of his grace? No more than we can draw boundary lines around an...
There are songs in the night Which the light of day cannot reach It takes sorrow of soul to touch that deep There is peace of spirit That joy cannot bring It takes loss to still the heart’s constant stirring There is humbleness of heart Only gained through pain And in...