2 amforms the foundations of my thought lifeif only dawn could cut through the knife ofmy thoughtsperhaps i would a be lessworried person but here i am again, i’msorry morning methat you will sufferalmost as greatly as my thoughts do nowsimply because i was unable tosleep.
Luke 7 tells us the story of a woman who falls at Jesus’ feet and weeps.He is at a dinner party, and she comes in (uninvited) simply to worship her king.She weeps in adoration. She weeps in humility. She weeps as an act of worship. How often am I conscious of how others perceive myContinue reading “Weeping at Jesus’ Feet.”
Abba, When I wake up to you, Fresh morning dew Still wet on the ground and the sound of your voice Dancing in my ear, I hear you whisper “I give new strength day to day.” Payer of debts, forgiver of sins Wonderful councillor Redeemer and friend One who is just, the one who createsContinue reading “strength to strength//poem”
garage saleshave an ethereal feelto them.seeing someone else’s house spread overthe designated space of earth andsurveying their memories with a host of other onlookers;how invasive it would be had they not invited us.bright neon bold two-thickness type telling the world to come and buy what they are discardingdust stirring and settlingon the sidewalk and overContinue reading “discarding what we never owned”
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.
Hello folks! Today I’m interviewing my writing mentor and fellow blogger, Angela Dawne. I have found Angela to be a fantastic thinker, writer, and encourager, and I hope you’ll enjoy my chat with her! Hello Angela! Tell us a bit about yourself. Who are you? What brought you to Jesus? What’s your favourite thing aboutContinue reading “Keyword: An interview with Angela Dawne.”
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”
Holiest of holies, knowingly coming down on a day when there would be no place and subjecting himself to birth. Lord of lords choosing day after day, time after time to let an all-knowing mind not know anything and to learn, to struggle, to try. King of kings knowingly kneeling and praying and sweating bloodContinue reading “Knowingly (Christmas to Heaven)”