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The words which never hurt?

The words which never hurt?

In my forthcoming book about contentment (being published in November by IVP), I’ve described a little of my experience of bullying at school. It was a difficult and raw section to write, but it felt important. I was including it in a chapter about identity, and how the way we see ourselves can be so dependent on how others treat us, how they reflect us back and interpret who they think we are – or should be. The words others…

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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 tugs 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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A Tale of Beauty from Ashes

A Tale of Beauty from Ashes

Recently, when watching the new version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, I was struck by the themes of restoration running through the story – so I thought I’d put together a little Bible study guide on it. It’s a six session course, for individuals or group study – you just need the DVD to watch certain clips from the film. It’s now available here on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback forms. But the best news is that you can…

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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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