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Spoonie Sabbath?

Spoonie Sabbath?

Rest. Sounds a peaceful word, doesn’t it. A word we might want to run to, to soak in, to let it wash over us as we sink into all that it can offer. But for some of us, the word is far from peaceful. Far from restful. Rest can, instead, be threatening. This has struck me anew a few times over the past few weeks. I’ve been at a few talks where the speaker has been talking about rest, and…

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Waiting.

Waiting.

  I’ve been thinking a lot about waiting lately, reflecting on Tanya Marlow’s new book. Today I’m linking up with other blogs on this subject, and offering this little piece of waiting of my own. This is part of the synchroblog on waiting, to celebrate the release of Those Who Wait: Finding God in Disappointment, Doubt and Delay by Tanya Marlow – out now. See more here and link up to the synchroblog here.   Waiting. Waiting in a crowd…

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Those who Wait…

Those who Wait…

So many of us live in a time of waiting. Waiting through a short time or a longer term. Waiting for something to get better in our lives – for healing of our broken bodies, for freedom from depression, for relationships to mend. For God to just turn up and do something. I’ve waited all my life. I’ve been sick since I was a tiny baby, born pale and skinny and floppy, known as ‘the sickly child.’ The one who…

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Worth beyond Words

Worth beyond Words

You see the raw edges of humanity from a hospital bed. The lady who doesn’t know where she is, or who anyone is, her reaction to the world a long, frightened sob. The chap wandering into our ward in his dishevelled pyjamas, scratching his head. ‘I’m lost,’ he says, summing up the words so many feel in this place of sickness and sorrow. The lady in the corner is silent; she can no longer speak. She tears off her oxygen…

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Breathe.

Breathe.

  When I went to New Wine this last week, I wasn’t breathing too well. Breathing is kind of taken for granted, really. You breathe in. You breathe out. You don’t think too much about it. It just happens. Except when every time you breathe sharp pain snakes down your right hand side. There’s nothing like a touch of pleurisy to make you hyper-aware of the effect of breathing. You try to breathe less; to breathe lighter. To take less…

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Audience of One

Audience of One

I have a tendency to worry far too much about what people think about me. I’m much better these days, but when I was a kid I wasted a lot of time drenching myself in this worry, in the possibilities of what they might think. And this would so often become self-perpetuating: casting my own insecurities on others would only throw them right back at me, and then others would, indeed, think less of me. Not long ago a friend…

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New Site Launch!

New Site Launch!

Here goes, then. Have imported the blog from blogger to WordPress and spent rather too much time playing with the dashboard. Hope you like the new look.  

A camping life gone by

A camping life gone by

We’re selling our old folding camper and dragged it out this morning, a beautiful sunshiney day, the canvas dense with the scent of happiness and summer and family. Thus please do excuse the self-indulgent I-can’t-believe-they’ve-all-grown-up post. Because I’m a bit teary. I’m teary as I pull out the box of old games, piles of sand pouring out between my fingers, lone Uno cards and old drawings my daughter worked so carefully on in the years she danced around campsites in…

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Seen from a Scene

Seen from a Scene

I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in volume, a resounding harmony of resonance. It pulls at my soul, something deep within, a knowledge I didn’t know of.  And then the light. First a chink of light, snaking down the mud-packed wall, a crack in the fabric which makes no sense in the dead of night. I glance around; you are sleeping quietly,…

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Belief and Suffering

Belief and Suffering

Today I’m guest posting over at Mummy From The Heart, my lovely friend Mich’s blog, on why I’m still a Christian despite the suffering I see all around me and experience in my life. Thanks Mich for the opportunity. 🙂 <a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/7104111/?claim=y9d65kr5r5y”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>

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