Wordless Sermons

Photo by lalesh aldarwish on Pexels.com Wordless sermons are the loudest, the weight of their silent impact reverberating long after the echoes of the preacher's voice leave the air. It's an old adage that says actions speak louder than words .. after all, what good is empty sentiment, hollow accolades are just that, hollow. Worth … Continue reading Wordless Sermons

Shy

I had a voice...we are all born with one. My prayers had authority. Now not so much. I struggle for words a fair bit... Why has the power gone from my lips when I used to swing king hits with words that swung like sword blows and carved a way for light to penetrate and … Continue reading Shy

A.

Photo by Arun Thomas on Pexels.com "I forgive you" ... The words spat out like venom last night..causing the weight of them to fall flat... The call caught me off guard and adrenaline kicked in. Mumma bear in full flight, please understand... It's not personal, but I'll fight for peace... You can't know the walk … Continue reading A.

Breath.

Phone calls come unbeckoned. Same trigger, same lines, same tears, same audible ache , same half spoken regrets... Followed by the same empty promises that vanish as quickly as the air it took to speak them. You were always false hope. Always heart ache. After all these years the silence still speaks more honestly than … Continue reading Breath.

Communion

Knowing God is love..... ..... Is not the same as knowing God loves you, desires to know you. It was this astounding love for us that stood in our place and poured out life itself so that we might be redeemed and restored back into right relationship. The cross; gifted us freedom. We were given … Continue reading Communion

Freedoms story .

He saves us in a thousand ways, and we can't know them all.Why do we expect freedom to be easy, look beautiful?It's a kind of holy wretchedness that is the beginning of his love story... Freedom is found at the foot of crucifixion...spilt out running down across the hardened earth as the sun hid her … Continue reading Freedoms story .

Fledging

Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging

Not just a word. . .

Love is a verb...kinetic, fluid. Love must flow from hearts and out hands not just lips. Love cannot be simply spoken but must be fully embodied and walked out in physical form. Love spurs feet in forward motion strengthens resolve and lifts heads higher. It's electric.. Ever moving shifting flowing energetic force that sparks light … Continue reading Not just a word. . .

Waiting.

Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay, hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild … Continue reading Waiting.