I contemplated writing another post
to celebrate this beautiful season, the words chose not to come, and I’m not one who can write, just for writing’s sake. So here is last year’s Christmas post.
My thoughts and feelings haven’t changed. Turns out in fact that I believe more strongly than I ever have before, that everything we do, every word, every act, should merely be an overflow of our worship of Him. I’ve not yet nailed this, I probably never will whilst on this side of eternity. Though my prayer for the year ahead is; that I get closer.
Merry Christmas, may your worship be extravagant, even in the face of hardship.
I regularly encounter people in crisis. I meet with people when they’re at their spiritual, emotional or mental low. Broken and battered, covered in invisible scars, weighed down by the baggage of their past. People struggling to cope with pain, the open fresh wounds of rejection, abandonment, addiction and a myriad of other afflictions that can haunt the human spirit.
These precious souls are often after a word of encouragement, some form of exhortation, a word of hope to get them through the day, and who can blame them?
I’ve spent a good deal of time pondering friendships and their variable dynamics.
I love my alone time, but I am deeply relational, and when I am with my friends, my people, my tribe, I am not content with superficial chit chat. I desire to go deep.
There are a myriad of ‘christian’ phrases that irk me. My top one is probably: “we just want to love on you”. Anything with ‘love on’ in the sentence just conjures up for me, images of a weird and slightly creepy game of ‘stacks on’. (Clearly I attended church youth group in the 90′s).Read More
I am ‘Mum’ to three amazing biological children. Sir J, aged 14, Lady M aged 12 and Little Miss 7. You can stop pulling that face, these are not their real names, just how I refer to them in order to respect their future online identity and privacy.Read More
I want to succeed. And if I can’t succeed, if I really truly must fail, then I at least want to succeed at failure, failing gracefully and all that jazz.
I want to be the most graceful failure that has ever failed in the history of failings. This is a problem.
I think, talk and write about love and grace an awful lot. These two forces have seeped into everything I do, and they’ve needed to, without them I’d quite literally be dead. Actually, to say ‘everything I do’, would not be entirely accurate…Read More