Jesus didn’t come only to sacrifice himself, but to show us how to live a life that gradually leads to holiness, and that includes prayer. This is an excerpt from Paul Miller’s book, A Praying Life, which shows what Psalm 23 without the Lord or the Shepherd reads like: my; I shall not be in … Continue reading Hi Dad -Part Three
“But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.” Matthew 6:6 NKJV Prayer is: relational intimate important But do you flounder with how to pray effectively, intentionally, … Continue reading Hi Dad – Part Two
What is your prayer life like? If someone asked you about prayer, what would you say? I read a story once about a man restricted from working because of his faith. One night, his family had no food, and his children were crying from hunger. The man tucked his children in bed and prayed with … Continue reading Hi Dad!
I have been silent for the past month because our family suffered a tragic loss. Processing loss takes a lot of energy and head space. No words, only tears and a deep, deep ache. Words departed and grief took their place, that strange beast which changes colours with each visit. We grieve not for what … Continue reading Dark Matter
I am not a brilliant theologian or philosopher. I am just a simple girl who read my Bible stories, looked up at Jesus crucified, and realized He did it out of love for me. I am just a simple girl who struggles to reckon the world she sees with the God who loves her. Loves … Continue reading Simple
The shiny surface echoes back my visage. The lips purse and slide to one side, eyebrows scrunch together, eyes reflect displeasure and my chest fills and expels heavily. “Ugh!" Suddenly, words come floating into my mind, “You are offending the LORD.” He created this face, and here I stood criticizing His masterpiece. He made me … Continue reading Mirror Image
A new year. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. It feels like a fresh slate, a horizon of possibilities spreading out before us. But it is just another day. No magic to it, or much different from the day before. There is nothing more special about New Year’s Day than any other day. Each morning … Continue reading Fresh Starts
A few weeks ago, I wrote about envisioning and touching a homeless person. Imagine with me, meeting a homeless man or woman. Their hair is matted and filthy. Lice are crawling through it and onto their forehead. Their clothes smell of feces and urine. Sores are evident on their grime-covered skin and you are sure … Continue reading Transference 2
Movement caught my eye among the sticks and leaves nestled high up in the crook of our large Linden tree. Squirrels had built the nest, and I expected to see a black bushy tail twitching about. One emerged, but it had white stripes on it. Confused, I blinked several times. “I think that’s a raccoon!” … Continue reading Invaders
Imagine with me, meeting a homeless man or woman. Matted, filthy hair covers their head. Lice are crawling through it and onto their forehead. The odour of feces and urine emanates from their tattered clothing. Open, oozing sores are evident on their grime-covered skin and you are sure they carry something contagious. Flies crawl across … Continue reading Transference