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Loved and Whole
Help me to live from each moment, as though the past did not exist. Fresh and new and alive and whole in your love which completely satisfies. No regrets, no failures, no trauma to drag me down. Just you. Pure and beautiful. Filling me to overflowing with the love that you are. So that that is what touches those around me. ❤️ No photo credit
He Rests
The great battle ended with the words "It is finished." It looked like the end of the best thing that had ever happened to us. It looked like the end of hope. His limp body was carefully removed from the cross and carried as precious cargo by friends who loved him deeply. To a place of rest. He had earned it. He had fought with courage, and had not failed. His work was done. On Sabbath, the day of rest, he lay quietly and at peace. No photo credit
"so..."
How big is that word - "so"?! I see Jesus, sweet and beautiful, and perfect in a world so degraded that they couldn't see the perfection! Living amongst us, and walking our lives to reveal the purest love ever known. And then purposefully moving ever closer to traumatic pain and anguish - knowing in advance what was coming! He was human. He felt as you and I would. He was overwhelmed to the point of sweating blood at the thought of what was coming! And he deserved none of it!
Where are Your Eyes?
I look at myself and I get so discouraged. I want so much to be like the beautiful heart that is Jesus, and yet I know so many times I am not. I know there is selfishness in me that rises up, over and over. You'd think, after all these years of being his, that being like him would get easier. Instead, I am aware, more and more, of how far short I am. The thing is, that's where Satan wants my eyes - on me. On my failures. It brings me down so that my heart shrinks away from my
The Scars
I mowed a little too deeply in one strip of our lawn yesterday. Right down the middle of the lawn! I know it will very quickly recover and look like the rest, but sitting here, looking over my garden, my eyes return over and over to that strip! It's like the rest of the beauty laid out before me fades into insignificance, while my eyes are drawn to the scar. It seems to be our way as humans. Our brain notices the anomaly. Before it appreciates anything else! And we tend to no
Kinsman-Redeemer
I love the concept of the Kinsman-Redeemer. In ancient Jewish law, if someone fell into debt they couldn't pay, anything could be taken from them to pay the debt! Including their children! Or their own freedom if they were sent to prison for it. If a woman's husband died, she could lose everything. Generally, property was passed through the males of the family. Women were totally dependent on the provisions of the men in their homes. Into these situations stepped the Kinsman-
Looking Back...
Many people say "Have no regrets." I look back on my life and I'm afraid that doesn't work for me. I do have regrets. Things I wish I hadn't done. Or had done differently. I recognise that I have a part in some of the biggest struggles in my life. As much as I try to do things right, I'm human, and I often react poorly. We humans do have a tendency for that. I understand why people say "Have no regrets". It's so that we don't get trapped in the past, constantly dragged down
Two Trees
In the Garden of Eden were two trees. One was the Tree of Life. Eating from that tree brought nourishment and healing, and the quiet contentment that comes with knowing that all is well. The other tree was the Tree of Knowledge - all knowledge - both good and evil! They represented, then, a choice. Do I trust in the wisdom and nurture of God? Or do I take that drive to "know", and just run with it? We all know the answer to that original story. They chose to know. And the res
His Way
I really admire Jesus in the Upper Room. The way he moved from person to person, gently washing the grime from their feet. It was customary in those days, to wash the dust from the feet of travellers who came to rest in your home. Most people travelled on foot. Carriages and carrying beasts weren't commonly available to the average man. And the roads travelled were unsealed and dusty. Each step taken covered their sandled feet in puffs of dust. It was courteous to have a serv
Pet Love ❤️
Every so often I hear a little dog barking near our house. It sounds so much like Teddi, a precious little pet we lost a couple of years ago. And it makes me a little sad. Death is a part of our lives here - and even with our animals, the goodbyes are hard. But I sat and remembered her fluffy little wriggly body, so excited to be held and loved that she almost wiggled right out of your arms! And I realised something. Our pets bring us a love that is different from friends and
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