“Can you please tell me how to get in touch with my local ME specialist? I know the files were being transferred to a new system last year, but I was meant to see him last March, and haven’t heard anything and…” I stop before the emotion catches up with me: pause, concentrate on my […]
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When God’s love language is serving
9th November, 2012 30
I don’t remember when it was – perhaps four or six months after the birth. I remember the place – sitting across from Jon, my arms on the big oak dining table, eating a tired dinner with tears. “Why aren’t you mad at God?” I asked him. “You are going through all of this, just […]
Spiritual Love Languages
7th November, 2012 63
What’s your love language? Love-languages are the ways in which we express and receive love. If you don’t yet know yours, I can recommend taking this fun quiz to find out! There are five love-languages, according to Gary Chapman: quality time, words of affirmation, gift-giving, physical touch and acts of service. These are all […]
Roots
2nd November, 2012 34
“Cursed is the strong one who depends on mere humans, Who thinks he can make it on muscle alone and sets God aside as dead weight. He’s like a tumbleweed on the prairie, out of touch with the good earth. He lives rootless and aimless in a land where nothing grows. “But blessed is the […]
My troubled marriage
26th October, 2012 62
What do you do when you can’t hear God’s voice? I write this from a place of frustration. Someone asked me the other day how my relationship with God was going. I said it felt like I was in a troubled marriage – I keep turning up for the dates, but the mealtimes are strained […]
Cloud of witnesses
12th October, 2012 29
You always run faster when there is a crowd cheering. I noticed this at the Olympics – how many personal bests were achieved, records broken. Some of that will have been from the thrill and challenge of competing, and beating others. Some of that, I suspect, is from the volume of the cheers, and the […]
In a far country
5th October, 2012 30
It is hard for a good girl to know when she is walking away from God. The bad girls and boys do it clearly. They ask for their inheritance straight up, off to gamble it away and say ‘ciao for now, I’d actually rather you were dead, God.’ I don’t tend to do that. But […]
Grasp
28th September, 2012 19
I remember his tiny fingers, all tightly curled around my one; the instinct of infancy, the comfort reflex. He held on because he didn’t know how not to hold on. ****** A year and a few months on, he toddles towards the door excitedly, then daunted by the new faces he retreats – grasps my […]
