What do you want to leave in twenty-seventeen? Regrets? Conversations? Decisions? Everyday moments that didn’t unfold as you’d hoped? Instead of letting go, too often we hold on. We hold on in the attempt to understand, to recover something of worth. Holding on anchors us to the past. In order to make way for the new year, I’m choosing to empty myself of the stale enablement of yesteryear. Continue reading
Last week I prayed a prayer I’d never prayed before. As I explored the words that effortlessly flowed from my mouth, I pondered their validity and origin—was it ‘right’ to pray this way? Was this evidence of defeat or an indication of spiritual growth? Continue reading
This February I decided to face fear. Not the big fears: flying, spiders, death… the small fears that hold me back. Continue reading
‘You can build and whinge, build and not whinge or not build at all.’
These were the words that came to me as I hung up the phone. I’d just finished venting to my oversight about my current frustrations.
Directions are not my forte. When the mobile GPS came in, it was a grand day in our household. I still lose my way and take wrong turns, but I’m quick to see my flashing blue dot leave the blue line and can begin charting my course back straight away. Continue reading
As I pull out my summer clothes from last season and pack away the winter woollies, I am overwhelmed with how much stuff I have. Do I really need twelve pairs of shoes, four jackets and fifteen scarfs that didn’t get a wear this winter? Continue reading
As I pushed my girls on the swings at the park recently, I overheard a conversation between two parents discussing the latest indoor play centre. They were planning to take their kids. It would be so much fun. Expensive but fun. I was struck by the irony of taking the kids to the park but becoming too busy planning more adventures to stop and play. Continue reading
It was in one of our pre-marriage counselling sessions, that my hubby and I first heard about the principle of creating margin for more.
While many defining moments in God begin with the cliche, ‘I can’t remember who was speaking, where we were, or what the message was about,’ the following recollection is NOT one of those times.
I can’t help but wonder if 21st century Christians have been sold a lie.