Roses may be red and violets blue but Love is… NOT poetry My Dad’s wedding gift to us was a simple assignment. Read 1 Corinthians 13. Of course we were both already familiar with this passage, and studied it together during our courtship. I remember us attempting this whlist in the first days of our newlywed high – with the best intentions, it seemed like … Continue reading Love is… NOT poetry
17 Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. (2 Corinthians 3:17) There’s this freedom in Jesus that I so long for. I’m certain it’s in Him. I see glimpses of it on people’s faces when we worship. When we are in His presence. When we stop caring and raise our hands, or sit still contemplating … Continue reading Free indeed…?
So… I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. During my primary school years – around age 9 or 10, one of the most anticipated events at the end of the school day was the ice cream man. As my mind shifted from the joy of not being the last one to be let out of the classroom (everything was a competition when I was younger … Continue reading Are you having a pity party?
From the moment we are born, we are nurtured and shaped into an overly competitive and selfcentred, “survival of the fittest” mentality – if not by our immediate families, then the societies we grow up in. We are told that weakness is not an option and second place is not good enough. We develop personal agendas to be “the leader” and “the best” in every … Continue reading Calling envy out
I went through a whole series of classroom crushes in my early teens. Some of my crushes lasted a day or two, others months – which earned them several references in my school diaries and classroom note books. They seemed to sustain needless whispered conversations with my girlfriends, which in turn earned me some detention time after school. I cringe when I recall the many … Continue reading School crushes, smartphones & mercy
I spent most of my teenage years in rebellion. Against what, I’m not really sure. I still recall being pushed out of the pews by my cousin, I must have been around 10 years old. In good will, she encouraged me to answer the church altar call. But sadly that is all I remember from that memory, I don’t recall any on-going conversations to help … Continue reading Why I started hearing God
It could be through a dream, conviction of the heart, a revelation. When God speaks, something new is born – a vision, an assignment, a calling, an ambition. It changes the way we see all that is around us. Our priorities are often rearranged, we sing a new chorus in our hearts, and our minds are filled and fuelled by it. “God said” starts more … Continue reading Is anything too hard for the Lord?