Guest post by Monica Hoffman Consider it pure joy…. You’ve got to be kidding. I bet you know where I am going. “Consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds” Seriously? Can that be true? Is that even possible? It must be. It’s Scripture. I have observed however, many in the churchContinue reading “Who else struggles to find joy in trials?”
Guest Post by Malaya Gaboury. Just over a year ago, I sat in the dining hall at the Derwenter Youth Hostel, staring at a blank sheet of paper. If I focused on the melody of the instrumental music playing in the background, I could make out the tune of Oceans, right at the part thatContinue reading “Taste and see that God is good- even in a pandemic.”
We got the call about an hour later. I was to go to the big hospital straight away; my body was dying…[read more]
I’m obsessed with the idea of change.I’m obsessed with the way that life cascadesover the mountains I consider to be in my way, I am obsessedwith the idea that life goes on at a continuous rate and I am merely perceiving the difference in pace I’m obsessed with the idea of living.Arms wide and heartContinue reading “obsessed//a poem”
I want to value you. The side-walk-sitting boys, hands blue from the cold they could not avoid. I want to value you. Short-girl-smoke-filled unsure of where she calls home and desperately searching to belong. I want to value you. Aged hands holding desperately to a listening ear, “please come near and do not leave me”,Continue reading “I value you (poem)”
i’d dream for daysfilling every hour withwishing i had the powerto force beauty into bloom; i am looking in the wrong places for beauty andlife andhope. i want to dwell on you and all that you are andpleaselet my hours befilled only and all withThee.
I lift my eyes upto the mountainswhere does my help come from? My help comes from youmaker of heavencreator of the earth What reassurance is this?That the one who is biggerthan the mountainswho made earthcreated heavenhe is my help- where itall comes from.
i am afraid of becoming like the leaves that fall to the ground in autumn,brown and decaying and no longer beautiful or alive but still creating, no longer looked at or needed butas i look more closely at the leaves on the floori see that they are host to lives of their own, lives whichContinue reading “these leaves are alive”