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 Lord is near to the brokenhearted…Always. Without fail, every time I have been brokenhearted or felt crushed in spirit, He has been near. Every. Single. Time. He is close and near, even when I don’t always feel it or acknowledge it. He is gracious and kind, even when I am not. He is loving and forgiving, even when I am raising my fist to Heaven and raging at Him. He is kind and forgiving, even when I don’t deserve it. And goodness knows that I don’t deserve it at times. In the face of our humanness and our actions … Continue reading Minute Devotions: Near.
Because. This is my journal entry from this morning as I sat with my coffee and bible, reading Psalm 63:3, ‘because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.’ Because? I sat on that for a moment, thinking about why we should praise? And as I started writing, I was reminded why. Because God is not a God that does things because He has too but BECAUSE He wants do. He is a God of love and compassion and grace and all His actions are out of love and compassion and grace. He is a good … Continue reading Minute Devotions: Because.
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.