I was asked recently what trying to live intentionally was like. In my last blog I spoke about having ‘hope’ as the word for this year but having intentionally as my word for last year and I have been thinking about what last year looked like for me with the word intentionally as my focus. How did this word shift things, if at all? And what I can say is that it helped me shift two things: my thoughts and my perspective of time, mainly, how I spent my time. Firstly, time. When I embraced the whole concept of ‘intentionally’ … Continue reading A year of living intentionally.
Well, happy new year, folks. 2018 is well and truly behind us and we’ve settled into 2019. A new year, new opportunities and new seasons. I’ve been reflecting on 2018 and must say, it was a hard year. I remember sitting in a hotel in New Zealand towards the end of the year talking to a friend of mine in the US and she was praying for me. It was a sweet prayer, but one line stuck with me: “Lord, would you help her because she is battle weary.” Battle weary. As she prayed those words, I felt the weight … Continue reading A year of hope.
Yet another Christmas has come and gone for another year. For most of us, Christmas was spent with loved ones, sitting around a meal exchanging presents and just relaxing. It was spent attending church services and reading prayers and giving thanks. For many, it was a sweet day reflecting on the love of God, sent to us in the form of a baby born in a manger. While for many of us it was and is an exciting time of the year where we share love and laughter with those around us, for just as many, it’s a time of … Continue reading Christmas hope.
Daughter. He called me daughter. As I stood at a prayer and worship night at church, arms stretched high with tears streaming down my face, I cried out to God. I opened up my heart to Him, showing Him all the hurt and anger and bitterness and heartache and resentment; I showed Him all the ugly that was within me and in that moment, He whispered the word, ‘daughter.’ Daughter. Despite my rants and rages and the ugliness that was in my heart, He did not turn away; He drew near and He drew me near to Him and called … Continue reading He calls me Daughter.
The other day as I was getting ready for work, I found myself feeling weary and tired. I was excited about my day, but feeling weary, I sat for a moment to read the scripture for the on my bible app. The verse of the day was psalm 46:1, which is a psalm that I really love, so I decided to read the whole thing and as I sat there reading, I felt a prompting to make it a bit more personal, so I read it over and replaced each ‘we’ with ‘me’ or ‘I’. (And no, I’m not changing … Continue reading A little bit personal.
When I became a Christian, the hardest thing for me was surrender – surrendering my life, my heart, my dreams, everything. God has a sense of humour because He has made me fiercely independent and put a control streak in me, yet He regularly asks me to hand over control to Him, and that has been hard for me. Very hard. So when God started asking me to completely depend on Him, it was foreign ground and I found myself wrestling with God instead of being still before Him. I found myself handing things over, only to try and wrestle … Continue reading Wrestling with God
The picture below was my journal entry on Sunday. Abide in His presence and His peace and joy will abound. It’s so easy to get caught up in the busy that is life and forgot that we need to take time to sit at His feet. That we need to make time to recharge and be refreshed and renewed. That we need time with our Creator to realign our hearts and minds when they get out of whack, which they so easily do. I’m not one to sit still for too long. Sitting still for me is either sleeping, reading … Continue reading Abide.