Hard times surround us in life Surrounding with darkness Shadow days of trouble and strife Seeking to steal my breath. But fallen, I choose to rise Rising like a lion proud I lift up my head to the skies Knowing your light is all around.
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Blossoms bow
Blossoms bow in the evening sun Knowing not what to think Their petals enchanting everyone Glowing such beautiful pink Stray blossom Avenue, Harrogate I love when the blossoms come out - I suspect everybody does. They blossom annually and the bright colour illuminates people’s hearts and Instagram feeds for a few weeks. And then the … Continue reading Blossoms bow
Everyday the sun rises
every day bright sun rises Heralding new surprises. Rising, falling, Never stalling. End of day brightness dropping Dark descends, with daylight stopping. Sunset over Arran, scotland
Faith moves mountains 🏔
Have faith in God. Have faith in yourself. God has faith in you. Ever thought that? Never thought that? Thought worth thinking, that. Believe for the best. Believe you can do it. You'll get through it. Trust in yourself. Trust God's help. He'll see you through.
Self care – the art of burning brightly
This morning I had the privilege of participating (gatecrashing!!) a Twitter conversation on the subject of 'self care'. Too many of us care for others and neglect ourselves in the process. We end up tired, taken for granted, or at worst... burnt out! We are not meant to burn out in the pursuit of supporting, … Continue reading Self care – the art of burning brightly
There is so much new life in the darkness – so take heart
Life can be described in terms of shades: dark and light; black and white. We think of darkness as bad and light as good, yet God created darkness and light and said that it was all good. Even God Himself brooded in the darkness before the creation. Many of the most expressive and creative people … Continue reading There is so much new life in the darkness – so take heart
Stretching arms out in Love
Is there beauty in death. Is there life after final breathe? Is there love in his sacrifice? Can I really shamelessly lift up my eyes? Can I worship jesus, the lamb who was slain? Can I hear him from heaven calling my name? I am the least, the last, and the lost. Called out to … Continue reading Stretching arms out in Love
