Monthly Archives: April 2019

teach me to die, so I can live, to die to my negative internal chatter telling me that I am not enough, where can’t and don’t are repeated in equal measure keeping me alive, but a breath of risk from … Continue reading →

to know myself is to know the shadow I walk with, to know the subtlety of her ways, to recognise euphoria can plummet to despair in a moment, and, without warning, that manic tendencies are a signal, to slow down, … Continue reading →

I have been challenged that 2 of my recent Facebook posts are contradictory, and the truth is that without nuance and reality they are, one was about being blown away by the way God has been working in my life … Continue reading →

with washed feet I come, to the shadow of your cross I come, holding my doubt and confusion before me, before you… I see hurt, I see pain, (again) as the world cries alleluia. I cry hope, and why, and … Continue reading →

it was with washed feet that he left the table, served, humbly, loved completely, he left the table, left the table, his friends, his friend, his teacher, but, perhaps, most notably himself, he could have returned, come to himself as … Continue reading →

I climb, to be, to know, to pray, to seek, to see … to connect, and the stones beneath my feet cry praise as heaven touches earth, over and over, drawing me to silence, to silent yearning .. + I … Continue reading →

sweat bleeds here, kneeling, groaning, aching waiting, hoping for light that does not come…. + silence is heavens reply + then turmoil and chains, whips, thorns, rough wood, nails tearing flesh, and love lies dying broken open… + silence is … Continue reading →

N I am not ready for Holy Week, the perfume of my devotion lays stoppered on the shelf, and I am fussing over things that seem needful, distracted by my  thoughts… I am not ready for Holy Week, though my … Continue reading →

whispers in dark corners, nudges, winks, glances…. all the time betrayal lurked, close at hand, he was one of us, yet not one of us, for in his head another plan was forming, in his head he knew a better … Continue reading →

show me what is right, where to use my passion, and my power, (for to deny that I have power is perhaps the greatest lie that I can tell,) teach me to choose to take the towel, the lower place, … Continue reading →